Title: Bad Apple
Series: The Uncertain Saints MC
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 1, 2016
Model: Alex Minsky
Photographer: FuriousFotog
I absolutely LOVE everything Lani writes and couldn't wait to read the latest about her Uncertain Saints. I fell hard for Apple. This man who is broken and gets his other half when he least expects it. Kit is the sister of one of his MC brothers, but thankfully that doesn't stop them from sharing some pretty steamy moments. One of those moments binds them together in a way that neither had planned on. I adored Kit. She is strong and sassy and so very perfect for Apple. Theirs isn't an easy path to happily ever after, but what a ride. I loved every bit of it.
I give Bad Apple 5 hearts!
The road to hell is paved with good intentions…
Apple “Core” Drew needs The Uncertain Saints MC like he needs air. He is barely making it through the day, and each one that goes by takes him closer and closer to hell. Literally, not figuratively.
He’s a half breath away from killing himself—maybe not by taking his own life, but he’s not against making someone else do it for him.
Then he meets her. One of his club member’s sister, and his whole outlook on life changes.
And not for the better.
Just as surely as he ruined his life, he ruins her life, too. One lapse in judgement on his part, and his one night of happiness turns into the worst nine months of his life.
Which he would’ve thought was damn near impossible with the things he’s done and seen.
She never saw it coming…
It was the beard. The beard made her do it.
That is a good excuse for having sex with a man she barely knows, isn’t it?
Yeah, who was she kidding? It wasn’t the beard. It was the way he looked so dejected and solemn. The sad look in his eyes pulls her in, and the way his rough hands touch her makes her stay.
All she wants to do is take that look out of his eyes, but the consequences to her actions only make things worse, not better.
One day is all she gets, and he’s not willing to give her more.
Until she dies, that is. Then it’s too late.
“Your brother’s gonna kick my ass you know,” I said.
“Why?” she asked.
I snorted.
“A, because he doesn’t like me. Two because he doesn’t like
me,” I explained seriously.
“My brother’s suspicious,” she amended. “And he doesn’t hate
you. If he hated you, you’d be treated like my brother.”
“And how’s that?” I asked in confusion, crossing my arms
over my chest.
“Like a common criminal,” she expounded. “Ridley keeps him
under surveillance, and he doesn’t get to come around me, him, or any of the
club members.”
“Hmm,” I started walking faster. “Interesting.”
She nodded.
“He’s not here,” she informed me.
“Okay,” I said, my eyes following the movement of her finger
as she brought one manicured finger up to her mouth and bit lightly on the
nail.
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” She lifted her brows,
her finger still rubbing lightly across her bottom lip.
I rebalanced my weight on both feet as I readied myself for
whatever was going to come out of her mouth next.
I wasn’t disappointed. It was quite shocking, to say the
least.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
She didn’t lead up to it or anything, just blurted that shit
out there.
Which might’ve been why I couldn’t think of anything to say
to that.
“I’m…” I hesitated.
“You’re a pussy,” she said, brows raised.
My eyebrows lowered.
“That’s certainly not what I was going to say,” I informed
her. “Which you would’ve known had you not interrupted me.”
“Most people finish their sentences in a timely manner,” she
said stiffly.
She was getting pissed.
Interesting.
“Desperate much?” I asked her. “You have to proposition guys
that don’t want you in an attempt to get what you want?”
Her mouth dropped open in affront.
“You’re shitting me right now, aren’t you?” she asked, hurt
evident in her voice.
“Yes,” I said, contrite. “But you surprised me is all. And
I’m not a pussy.”
“Well, what are you?” she asked primly.
“Honestly?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Yes.”
“I’m trying to get into a club that my father thinks’ll be
good for my PTSD and anger management,” I answered. “And to do that, I need to
not piss off the members; for example, your brother.”
Her mouth thinned.
“My brother’s already let you know that he doesn’t like you.
What’s sleeping with his sister going to change?” she challenged.
I paused, unsure how to answer that.
“Well…” on one hand she was correct. He wasn’t going to hate
me any less if I slept with his sister.
And I did find her attractive.
Extremely attractive.
She was gorgeous.
And I’m not talking in a girl next door kind of way. I’m
talking about a ‘keep her locked down in baggy pants and a sweat shirt’ kind of
way and still beat the men off with a stick.
She’d be hell on the heart, that was for sure.
Her long, black curly hair came to about mid back, and her
porcelain white skin seemed almost luminescent under the light of the moon.
She had long legs that looked fucking superb in those tight
jeans she had on, not to mention the black Jack Daniel’s t-shirt she was
wearing, cut up in that fashion that women seemed to like now-a-days, was only
accentuating her curves.
And what little denial I tried to hang on to by the tips of
my fingers slipped away, leaving only one thing in my mind.
I couldn’t pass this opportunity up.
Not after I’d been lusting after the woman for so long, even
though she didn’t know that.
“You really want this?” I asked her, crowding her so close
that she started backing up out of reaction.
She licked her lips, and then nodded.
“Yes,” she said surely. “Or I wouldn’t have brought it up.”
“You know who I am?” he asked. “You’re not intoxicated and
asking for things that you shouldn’t be asking for in this condition.”
She laughed in my face.
“Oh, honey. Now you’re just trying to think up an excuse to
back out, aren’t you?” she glared.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.
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