Lang has all kinds of responsibility going on in his life. Between taking over the MC while his Prez is in jail and taking care of his sisters, this biker man has his hands full for sure. Then he meets Lily at karaoke night and he sets his sights on her. She is definitely a complication. Lily recently moved to be closer to her bestie and is the new school counselor. They come together to try and help his sister. She has no idea about the MC life and Lang has to school her about everything. I really loved these two together. Lily is smart and sweet and exactly what Lang and his sisters need. Lang is the walk on the wild side that Lily needed and they are scorching together. I really loved their story.
I give Persuasion 5 hearts!
About the Book
Lang Anderson may be the new leader
of the Sons of Odin motorcycle club, but his personal life is in shreds. He’s
struggling to take care of his three young sisters in the wake of tragedy,
while rumors of drug dealing within his ranks jeopardize everything he’s built.
The last thing he needs is another distraction—like a bar brawl over a
woman—but Lang is a sucker for a damsel in distress. And this one gets him
roaring like a finely tuned engine.
High school guidance counselor Lily
Gallo is no fender bunny. So why can’t she get Lang off her mind? Lily’s head
says the rugged, rough-and-tumble biker who came to her aid is bad news. Her
body begs to differ. But when Lang’s troubled kid sister walks into her office,
Lily’s determined to help, even if it puts her in the crossfire of a gang war.
On a crash course with danger and desire, Lily partners up with Lang to fight
for his family—and for love.
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Unlike his Brothers who preferred the classic Softails or
full dressers, Lang rode the sinister Night Rod Special. He chose bikes like he
did women—favoring off-the-line explosive handling. Just as he mounted his
bike, two news vans screeched into the parking lot, effectively blocking his
exit route.
Sandy Fuentes, an investigative reporter the club was well
acquainted with, jumped out of the first vehicle, straightened her ass-hugging
miniskirt, and snatched a microphone from her cameraman. She scooted across the
asphalt, nearly slipping on the gravel in her heels as she stopped in front of
him.
“Lang Anderson,” she said, throwing him her best fuck-me
pout. “Corpus Christi wants to know . . .” Her tagline. “With your president on
a fast track for lethal injection, what’s next for the Sons of Odin?”
She was easy on the eyes, and Lang couldn’t blame her for
trying to get an exclusive. Depending on her mood, which shifted with the wind
and on whether he’d fucked her right the night before, she might provide her
fans with an accurate report. Regardless, he liked her aggressive personality
and the way she rode him like a racehorse.
Lang crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against his
bike. “Nice to see you too, Sandy.”
She grimaced, always affected by the way he spoke her name.
It disarmed her every time. “No sweet-talking your way out of this one, Lang.”
He grinned. “You mean the way you sweet-talked your way into
my bed last night?”
His Brothers catcalled and laughed.
Sandy’s face flushed and she spun around, signaling her
crewman to kill the camera. “What the hell, Lang? Thought we agreed to keep our
association a secret.”
A secret? Her bright yellow Corvette parked overnight in the
club lot spoke for itself. He didn’t fuck and tell, she did. “Turn your camera
on, Sandy, I’ll give you a statement.”
“Really?” Her hand slipped to her hip. “Why?”
Lang edged closer, leaned in so only she could hear him.
“Because you give the best blowjobs.”
The slap stung his face, but he didn’t care. A little pain
reminded him of the kind of life he chose to live. “Clubhouse, eleven tonight.”
She inhaled, her pretty face a mixture of emotions. Lang
didn’t trust her at all. But she warmed his bed, and he never had to ask twice.
Gaze sweeping her hourglass figure a last time, he turned to go.
“Wait,” she said.
Lang didn’t bother looking at her.
“I’m getting tired of our arrangement. I want more.”
So did Lang. More for himself, but most of all, more for
Maya, Leigh, and Trisha, his little sisters. The only ones who inspired him to
hold back, to contemplate his future, to keep from diving headfirst into a life
of violence that could easily swallow you whole. And as for women—he’d never
found one worthy of commitment. And if he did, she wouldn’t deserve the life of
being a biker’s old lady. Property.
“There’s nothing more to give, Sandy.” He turned, then
pounded his chest with his fist. “My family and Brothers are the only things I
care about.”
“Is that a quote?” she asked, doing a shitty job of masking
her hurt feelings.
“Don’t take it personally,” he advised. “Take it for what it
is.”
People considered him many things, all the clichés: dark and
dangerous, violent and crude, barbaric even. But never a liar. And with women,
he told it like it was. Mutual pleasure, nothing more. And if he really liked
someone, she could stay the night in his bed. But when the sun came up, don’t
let the door hit you . . . Better not to tie himself down, living the life he
did.
He felt the weight of her stare on his back as he climbed on
his bike. The Harley roared to life underneath him, louder than a small
aircraft. That thunder between his legs always made him smile. He raised his
hand, gesturing for his Brothers to follow in formation, arranged by rank. He
merged with traffic on North Shoreline Boulevard, wondering what the future
held for the Sons of Odin.
An environmental scientist by day, Violetta Rand has
been in love with writing since childhood. Struck with an entrepreneurial
spirit at a young age, she wrote short stories illustrated by her best friend
and sold them in her neighborhood. Rand enjoys outdoor activities, music,
reading, and losing herself in the world she brings to life in the pages of her
stories. The only thing she loves more than writing is her wonderful
relationship with her husband.
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