president of The Last Riders, Viper’s only fear was losing his wife. After all,
he had almost lost her once before.
wife to the president, Winter lived in fear every day: fear that a club enemy
would take Viper from her, fear that one of the club women would tempt him to
stray, fear that she wasn’t enough of a woman for him. One thing Winter didn’t
fear was risking everything to carry her husband’s child, even her health, yet
Viper refused to take the chance.
hope, Winter makes one last ditch effort, determined to make Viper realize that
some things were worth fighting for besides the club.
“Want to tell me why you threw a winning hand?”
Winter stubbornly firmed her jaw. “I was tired of playing.” She pressed her hands flat on the wall beside her head, trying to gain leverage to push herself away from Viper’s hard body. However, Viper kissed the flesh behind her ear as she felt his hand slide up her leg, bunching her dress to her waist.
“You’re never too tired to play,” Viper contradicted. “You didn’t look tired.” He took her earlobe into his mouth, nibbling on it until she used her butt to try to push him away. She only found herself pressed flatter against the wall.
“Maybe I was tired of watching Sasha look at you like it was you she was fucking,” she snarled over her shoulder.
He gave a low chuckle. “Does it matter, as long as it’s not me fucking her?”
“Yes, dammit! It does! How would you feel if Train was staring…? Never mind. I know how you would feel. You’d think it’s hot.”
“It is hot when I fuck you.”
in a very small, and a very rural town in Kentucky. Growing up poor was hard
but she would go back if she could just to get that feeling of going to the
corner and popping open a soda.
For now her days are spent writing, writing, and writing.
She would like all her fans to know one thing, “All my books are written for
one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and the expectations of my fans
that inspire me to give it my best.”