Synopsis
Her mother’s drug addiction forced Tish O’Malley to grow up too early. It forced the two of them to move around constantly, so that no place felt like home. When the clouds finally parted and Tish found shelter and happiness for the first time in her life, her mother’s addiction was there to take that away, too.
After three long years, Tish’s sun returns to Queen Creek, and her secret love for this man nearly twice her age surges and is revealed when she makes an offer that shocks them both. An average man would have difficulty passing on a young, innocent woman willing to do anything to please him. How will a fierce alpha biker who has spent the last thirty-six months in prison fare?
Pretty damn well, Tish soon discovers. Because he’s Josh “The Guardian” Sylvan, the Steel Jackals’ viciously loyal Sergeant at Arms. But will Tish’s protector have what it takes to stand by his instant and brutal rejection of the woman she’s become? Or will he cave despite his best efforts to resist the one female who should never have made it on his radar?
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Excerpt
Now he wasn’t only shutting her out; it seemed as if he was
attempting to cut their ties completely. And again, she didn’t know why.
Or maybe she did.
Rachel.
And how could Tish blame him? She couldn’t, she realized
with a sinking heart.
The same heart that nearly burst from her chest when the
sound of the front door crashing open reached her all the way in the back of
the house. She surged to her feet when it slammed shut hard enough to shake the
walls, and the bricks and mortar continued to shudder with every pounding step
that hit as the owner of those heavy boots got closer and closer to her room.
By the time Josh threw her door open, Tish was breathing heavy from a mixture
of fear and anticipation. Her stupid body reacted to the sight of him by
readying for sex. She felt moisture pool between her legs and her muscles
warmed and loosened. Simply because it was him.
But all that did now was make her want to hide. She should
have put on a robe, she thought, embarrassed to feel how sensitive her nipples
were when the material of her tank scraped across them.
“Where the fuck do you get off offering yourself to me?” he
demanded as he stormed into the room, shrinking it with his size. “To me! How
many other cocksuckers have had the pleasure? How many?”
“None,” she whispered. Even though she knew he’d never hurt
her—physically—she wanted to take a step away. He was big and intimidating, and
she wasn’t comfortable with confrontations. But with the backs of her knees
already flush with her mattress, she had nowhere to go.
“Aw, come on, Tish!” He swiped a hand through the air, his
expression turning thunderous. “Give me some goddamn honesty! That’s what you
and me are about. Don’t start bullshitting me now just because you turned out
like this.”
Like ‘this’? She looked down and tried so hard to see what
awful thing he was seeing. Normal-looking feet, toenails painted pink, longish
legs, flat stomach, a pair of nice breasts. Her head snapped up as anger ripped
through her. She wasn’t going to allow him to do this to her.
She whipped aside the towel she was still holding and barely
refrained from stamping her foot. “What
the hell is wrong with the way I turned out?” She’d wanted to scream the
demand, but she hated yelling. Her mother’s many meltdowns over something as
small as a knocked over cup of juice had been enough to last her a lifetime.
Being this mad was a feat in itself for Tish.
Josh looked at her as though she’d just popped another head
out of her neck. “You fucking with me?”
She stamped her foot after all. “No! What’s wrong with me?”
In a matter of seconds, his lids got lazy and went low over
his eyes as they traveled the length of her body. “Not one goddamn thing,” he
said slowly, clearly enunciating each word.
Her anger ceased to exist with a quiet pop, leaving her
floundering and more confused than ever. “But, you said I turned out like
‘this.’ As if ‘this’ was gross or something.”
He made a face. “Yeah. Gross,” he muttered sardonically. “I
meant you filled in.”
She ignored the excited jump in her pulse and flipped her
hair back. She fluffed it for a second but then quickly dropped her hand when
it felt as if she were scratching her head because she was too blond to keep
up. Which she was just then. “I filled in,” she repeated.
“Uh-huh. You filled in real good, Tish-Tosh.” His voice went
as low as his lids. “Long legs, prime hips, itty-bitty waist, fuckin’ sweet
rack. And that face. Jesus Christ, that face is killer. You should have left
the makeup on. Fresh and clean like this you’re a goddamn ex-con’s wet dream.”
About the Author
An award winning, bestselling romantic suspense author turned erotic romance author, Tiff P. Raine writes about her possessive alpha males and their spirited women from her home in Southwestern Ontario. And, yes, she is a happily a reclusive cat-lady, but currently has only one beauty of a feline to keep her company.
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