Outlaw's Obsession (Grizzlies MC #2) by Nicole Snow
Publisher: Not available at the moment
Release Date: March 161th 2015
Genre: Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
AN OUTLAW’S OBSESSION RUNS FURIOUS, DEEP, AND FOREVER…
CHRISTA
Hell always screams into my life on two wheels – so why the hell does he look like heaven? Rabid’s nothing like the other vicious thugs in the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. When I see the dark ink dancing on his stunning body, I almost believe he’s here to save me, instead of just seduce me.
But I won’t be fooled again. All the club brings is ruin, and they’re back to give me more.
Sure, Rabid saved me once. Doesn’t mean I’ll get closer and dig my grave deeper, no matter how nice his rough hands would feel locked around my waist. Angels never kiss like devils, right?
RABID
I can’t get her outta my skull. My brothers say she’s like broken glass, but they don’t know she’s already lodged in my heart.
She’s tense, suspicious, and totally scared. I’m gonna find out why. Secrets don’t mean a damned thing if she’s in danger.
Christa’s mine. I don’t care if my patch makes her flip, or even if she keeps breathing fire my way every second we’re together. I’m the best thing that ever walked into her life, and I’m not walking out.
I’ll bleed rivers to get my brand on this woman. She’s gonna wear it and get used to calling me her old man. I'll have my lips all over this redhead knockout if it's the last thing I do...
CHRISTA
Hell always screams into my life on two wheels – so why the hell does he look like heaven? Rabid’s nothing like the other vicious thugs in the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. When I see the dark ink dancing on his stunning body, I almost believe he’s here to save me, instead of just seduce me.
But I won’t be fooled again. All the club brings is ruin, and they’re back to give me more.
Sure, Rabid saved me once. Doesn’t mean I’ll get closer and dig my grave deeper, no matter how nice his rough hands would feel locked around my waist. Angels never kiss like devils, right?
RABID
I can’t get her outta my skull. My brothers say she’s like broken glass, but they don’t know she’s already lodged in my heart.
She’s tense, suspicious, and totally scared. I’m gonna find out why. Secrets don’t mean a damned thing if she’s in danger.
Christa’s mine. I don’t care if my patch makes her flip, or even if she keeps breathing fire my way every second we’re together. I’m the best thing that ever walked into her life, and I’m not walking out.
I’ll bleed rivers to get my brand on this woman. She’s gonna wear it and get used to calling me her old man. I'll have my lips all over this redhead knockout if it's the last thing I do...
Excerpt:
Christa
Jesus, he was so hard. The thick, throbbing lump in Rabid's pants was a terrible distraction. I should've spit in his face for inserting himself into my life like this, totally uninvited, but all I really wanted to do was drop to my knees and feel his cock in my mouth.
His eyes burned fiercer than the stars overhead. When my eyes caressed his body, I imagined what his tattoos looked like underneath his clothes. Those big black stripes on his arms probably rolled all the way up, lining the fearsome icons on his chest like all the other bikers I'd seen shirtless.
This body invited questions, filthy curiosities and wonders and bathed my brain in fire.
Would he look more ferocious than the roaring bear inked on his chest when he fucked me? Would I suck his tattooed skin into my mouth and bite down hard when I came? Jesus, would I ever stand up again if I gave in to one night with this dark Adonis pretending to be a man?
Half the guys in the Redding Grizzlies charter were younger, harder, and hotter than most of the old bastards and greasy criminals who'd visited my bar in Klamath. Without the leather cut and a few less scars on his arms, the man with his hands sliding up my back would've looked like an underwear model.
But no pretty boy modeling ever smelled like this. I couldn't stop inhaling him, and that only made my breaths more erratic, betraying the insane desire I was desperate to hide.
No! I couldn't actually let him see how hot he made me. But I couldn't stop myself from shaking when I pushed my face into his chest and inhaled, filling my lungs with badly needed oxygen.
Pure masculinity caressed my nose. His feel, his smell, his everything burned deep, melting me from the inside-out.
My body understood, even if my mind didn't. This was a warrior man right down to every molecule. Loyal to his club, comrade to his brothers, ready to serve and protect me when I wanted none of it. Also, more than ready to slip inside me, making my body shake and scream in ways I'd never even heard of.
Fuck.
Jesus, he was so hard. The thick, throbbing lump in Rabid's pants was a terrible distraction. I should've spit in his face for inserting himself into my life like this, totally uninvited, but all I really wanted to do was drop to my knees and feel his cock in my mouth.
His eyes burned fiercer than the stars overhead. When my eyes caressed his body, I imagined what his tattoos looked like underneath his clothes. Those big black stripes on his arms probably rolled all the way up, lining the fearsome icons on his chest like all the other bikers I'd seen shirtless.
This body invited questions, filthy curiosities and wonders and bathed my brain in fire.
Would he look more ferocious than the roaring bear inked on his chest when he fucked me? Would I suck his tattooed skin into my mouth and bite down hard when I came? Jesus, would I ever stand up again if I gave in to one night with this dark Adonis pretending to be a man?
Half the guys in the Redding Grizzlies charter were younger, harder, and hotter than most of the old bastards and greasy criminals who'd visited my bar in Klamath. Without the leather cut and a few less scars on his arms, the man with his hands sliding up my back would've looked like an underwear model.
But no pretty boy modeling ever smelled like this. I couldn't stop inhaling him, and that only made my breaths more erratic, betraying the insane desire I was desperate to hide.
No! I couldn't actually let him see how hot he made me. But I couldn't stop myself from shaking when I pushed my face into his chest and inhaled, filling my lungs with badly needed oxygen.
Pure masculinity caressed my nose. His feel, his smell, his everything burned deep, melting me from the inside-out.
My body understood, even if my mind didn't. This was a warrior man right down to every molecule. Loyal to his club, comrade to his brothers, ready to serve and protect me when I wanted none of it. Also, more than ready to slip inside me, making my body shake and scream in ways I'd never even heard of.
Fuck.
Author Bio:
Nicole Snow is a sweet, unassuming young woman. You'd never suspect the deeply sensual, sometimes depraved fantasies raging behind her eyes.
She started writing erotica to escape the boring drudgery of a desk job. In fiction, there are no rules and no boundaries. Everything is on the table, no matter how forbidden.
Today, Nicole serves up some of the bestselling erotica and erotic romance on the shelves. She welcomes comments from readers
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