-Platonic sleepovers Delayed gratification A biker doing his best to be better A protective heroine Wall kisses Hallway sexytimes What happens in Vegas…doesn’t stay in Vegas Villainous smirks and blackmail
Arson is finally fighting for his life. See the biker get his long-awaited HEA on September 30.
Arson is ready to fight for his future #GetReadyToBurn🔥
Series: Book 11 – Renegade Souls MC Series.
(Read in order to better appreciate the ongoing background story lines… or jump right in if you don’t mind missing out on the world building back stories and characters)
Genre: MC Romance – Contemporary Romance. Trope: ☆One-night-stand ☆Second chances
Being a 1% MC officer, Arson stood shoulder to shoulder with his brothers. Though his priority was always the booze. His demons were deafening. And his addiction shoved him into Hell. Until rock bottom became his savior. No one said climbing back up would be straightforward. Brutal, relentless work. And then fate gave him a reason to live. To fight and carry on. And it was her.
WHO CONTINUED A ONE-NIGHT-STAND A YEAR LATER?
They had history and incredible chemistry. And she made him burn. Made him want. His girl was cautious. She protected her heart behind walls. He wasn’t worried. Arson would scale anything to own her. A trashy guy like him wasn’t worthy of an amazing woman. But he wouldn’t let that stop him. He’d broken rules all his life. What was one more to own paradise?
Arson worried about relapsing. But he feared losing Erin most of all. Own her. Make Erin his old lady. Be her protection against enemies and the world. Their blaze has only just started.
GAME ON, SWEETHEART.
Content Warning: Arson is in recovery and though his bad times are behind him, his story touches on details some might find triggering to their own mental health, so please take care.
What you can expect from Veiled Amor: – Push/Pull frissons. – A runaway heroine. – Uh-oh, only one bed, close proximity! – An angry Kingpin. – Hot Spanish endearments. – She’s my brother’s wife but I saw her first. – Can’t help myself kisses. – Jealous scowls and claiming kisses. – Said I Do to one brother but in love with the other brother. – Not everything is as it seems… – Biker brotherhood. – Sandwiches! – Who’s that cop?
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“Making you happy is going to be my only mission in life. I love the club, my brothers, and the work we do, but you, Lucia, you’re the one who makes me live again. You have no idea what you did by calling me for help. It opened Pandora’s Box. I wanna fucking eat the pleasure out of you. Devour your screams, rock you to sleep and bring you food. Take you on dates, and make sure you feel me in your stomach all day after I’ve fucked you the night before, until I can get home to you and start again. Making my woman feel good, dios. My whole fucking world, you get it now? How hard I’ve locked all this up for years, and now it’s open, and you have to take it, Lucia. You’re going to have to accept me being a wild fucking man for you. It’s the way it will be for a long time. I want to wake every morning with you hulk-pinning me to the bed like you think I might escape.”
She huffed with amusement, “well, you might, a girl has to make contingency plans.”
“Never, nena. I’m right where I want to be. I don’t deserve a second chance, but I’m taking it because I’m a selfish prick, and I will use any means I can to make you mine.”
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Excerpt:
“You didn’t come home,” she spoke, not letting her voice shake with her wavering emotions. She was so fucking scared when he didn’t come home. “You can’t do that, Giancarlo. I was worried.”
Another toke of his smoke, blowing it out slowly.
His legs were spread out in front of him. Wearing only worn-in jeans with an open sleeveless, red and black plaid shirt, he was sex itself. His answer was a grunt.
She went for it. “I’m used to a diet of dick now, you can’t take off and leave me starving.”
The joint in Capone’s lips stalled, and she’d bet all her lipsticks she saw his eyes turn to midnight black.
A whole-ass shiver rushed down her spine.
She wouldn’t let him see her jangling nerves.
Not after the deliciously deviant things they’d already done and said to each other.
He might be mad at her, but she saw how he still wanted her.
Breathing heavily, she put her hands on her hips, facing him a few feet away.
“I’m here to be fed.” She told him boldly. “Vamos, Giancarlo.”
Her heart clattered so damn loudly. Could he hear it too?
Nervous and horny was a potent combination.
Midnight eyes slipped down her body, leaving his invisible touch on her skin. When they reached her face again, he toked once more and stubbed the joint out. Capone was on his feet before she realized.
Towering over her, his whole aura wrapped around her in his masculine scent.
Another notch of her heart rate.
Sexy fucking man.
Lucia had to tip her head back to see him, he let his head hang low. She was so close, she saw the vein in his throat fluttering wildly.
She backed up, and Capone followed.
“You want feeding, is that right?”
“Y-yes, I do.”
Daring him to deny her, she was a woman running on no sleep and little coffee, she could take him in a fight with the temper she had brewing in the background. No judge in the land would convict her for crimes of passion.
