Genre(s): Erotic, Biker/MC Romance
Expected Publication: October 14th 2014
Forced to represent an outlaw biker, a married attorney must come to terms with her feelings for her client while avoiding the danger he brings into her sedate life.
President of the Lost Kings MC, Rochlan "Rock" North, hasn't managed to find a woman capable of making him want to curb his wild ways—until he meets sweet, innocent, married lawyer Hope Kendall.
Forced to represent the outlaw biker, Hope is rattled by her immediate attraction to Rock. Hope is a good girl in a good marriage. Rock thrills her, but she's not going to throw away everything she's built on a fling with her criminal client.
Rock respects Hope enough to leave her alone, even as he realizes he's become a little obsessed with her. When their connection endangers her life, he'll have to destroy her in order to save her.
After tragedy strikes, Rock is determined to earn Hope's forgiveness and convince her that even with their staggering differences, they're meant to be together.
Walking into Crystal Ball made me incredibly self-conscious. I felt fat, frumpy and old next to the sleek, glittered-up, goddesses performing for the intimate afternoon crowd. Rock at the bar with his back to the stage, which surprised me. When our eyes met, he slid from his stool to greet me. He looked me over in a way that both pissed me off and turned my knees to jelly. Seconds of awkward silence stretched between us before he shifted back to the bar.
"Find Bricks and have him meet me in the office," he shouted over the pulsing music.
When he turned back to me, focusing his searing gray eyes on me, I had to bite down on my lower lip to stop it from quivering. This attraction was getting ridiculous.
He held two bottles of water in one hand and motioned me toward the back of the club with the other. The uncomfortable warmth of his hand at the small of my back unnerved me as we maneuvered through the narrow hallway. We stopped at a blank door. No nameplate, or signage indicated what it was and Rock withdrew a key from his pocket. Opening the door he ushered me inside, closing it behind us.
"You're really rocking the naughty librarian thing, Ms. Kendall."
Of all the things I expected he might say, that never crossed my mind.
He gestured to one of the chairs in front of the large oak desk, before settling himself behind it. "Sit."
I sat, but I wasn't happy about it.
"This." He gestured to my hair, then trailed his finger in the air down lower. I shivered, imagining those fingers tracing over my body in the same way. He must have noticed because one corner of his mouth quirked up in a knowing smile. "This," he said again, "is hot."
"You've got a roomful of naked women out there, but sweater cardigans and wool pants turn you on?" I winced at the words I'd chosen.
His sharp laughter echoed around us in the small room. "Yeah, doll. Though I'll admit the turtle neck is overkill."
When she’s not writing, she spends time listening to music, going to concerts, reading, acting, and collecting nail polish. While those things are fun, Autumn is happiest sitting in front of her computer into the wee hours of the night, weaving stories the characters in her head whisper to her.
She lives in Upstate New York with her husband and their three rescue dogs. She is actively involved with several dog rescue groups and her local RWA chapter.
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