My next big release on 12/30! Pre-order is available. This biker romance is a spin-off from Phantom Riders MC – Hawk and is a stand alone romance.
Rock’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. Allie had given Rock her virginity, and then ran away when she got pregnant. Club trouble doesn’t stop him from showing up at her door seven years later, demanding his son, and claiming her.
I don’t know how long I stood there staring at the one man that I never thought I’d see again. So many emotions ran through me in those seconds, one more than all the others– fear. Fear of what Rock being there meant. Fear of his fierce expression, the glitter of hardness in his unforgiving eyes. If he was anything like the man I’d left behind, I knew that he could be ruthless and dangerous, showing no mercy when he’d been wronged.
And I’d taken his son from him.
What was he doing here? Sam was my first panicked thought, because I had no doubt that Rock was here for him. Was he going to try and take him from me? There could be no other reason he’d tracked us down. Before I let it consume me into being unable to think or move, I brought the door forward to slam it in his square-jawed face.
I had no idea what I was going to do after that. And really, it didn’t matter, because Rock’s large hand stopped the door from closing all the way. With a sharp shove he easily pushed the door open again. I stumbled back, my eyes growing large when he wordlessly and arrogantly stepped into my house and slammed the door behind him. The sound of it closing caused my heart to jump, because it signified the beginning of the end.
“No,” I said, the word sounding as if it had come from a long way off. I shook my head with disbelief. “How-how did you find us?” I whispered, making sure to keep distance between us.
Rock was a mountain of a man, and my gaze moved over him swiftly, realizing that he’d changed since I’d seen him last. Seven years had turned him into six plus feet of pure, hard muscle. His clothes stretched taut over his wide shoulders and hard chest. His tatted arms were bulging with definition and unleashed strength. His square jaw was covered with a light layer of dark whiskers that framed his firm, hard mouth and made him sexier than it should have.
Everything he was feeling was reflected in his hard eyes as they made a thorough sweep over me. As if time hadn’t separated us, I felt my body respond to his potent masculinity, and just managed not to let out a whimper when I felt my nipples harden. And, God, I tried to ignore the buzzing between my thighs. I felt my breath catch and reached inside for the strength not to expose myself to him. Because then I’d be vulnerable.