Treat: Steel Saints MC
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He was my only ray of hope. The only man I’ve ever loved.
We swore to keep each other safe.
Even if it means both of us doing the unthinkable.
Six years ago, they gunned my father down in the streets like a dog.
Ever since that day, I was left a prisoner to the worst people in the world.
My only comfort came from Jake. He was my best friend, my rock, my one reason to live.
He’s the only man who could make me forget all the terrible memories.
Who makes me feel whole.
He’s my best friend, but I want something more.
I just hope that he’ll see it.
Before it’s too late.
Before the Bleeding Angels take away what little hope and dignity we have left.
EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM SCREAMED DANGER
ERINA
But one glance swallowed me whole. And he’s the only one I can depend on.
I’m not supposed to be here.
I’m not supposed to be in his bed.
I’m not supposed to be slipping into every touch…
Especially when he might be the man who murdered my brother.
But every time those dark eyes land on me…
… I can’t help hearing his voice:
“Make no mistakes. You’re MINE.”
RHYS
Out here, you work hard, you bleed, and you keep your oaths. It’s the only way to survive.
So what the hell am I supposed to do when this blonde little vixen ends up on my plate?
I’ve never considered myself weak. Not after three tours through hell and back.
But she’s sweet as sin, and it’s hard to say no when you’ve already made a deal with the Devil…
Except the Devil is after her, too.
Unless I make her MINE first.
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A CLUB TO SATE YOUR DARKEST PLEASURES WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU’D EXPECT TO FIND A GIRL LIKE ME WITH A MAN LIKE HIM.
It was supposed to be an adventure. Anonymous. No chance that I’d ever see the other person again, especially not in a big city like New York.
Or so I thought before Alexander Blankenship—the filthiest playboy on Wall Street—became my feature story.
He was the same man who made me submit to his touch at the club, who made me beg, who left my legs watery and weak by the end of the night.
I’m supposed to find out everything I can about him. What his favorite color is. How he likes his coffee in the morning.
Who he’s been f****** and where.
But the moment I step into his office.
The moment those doors click shut.
I know I’m in trouble.
His dark eyes cut right through my clothes and tell me that he wants to play.
Right here.
Right now.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Evelyn Glass is a native of northern California who currently lives in New England with her wonderful husband and their two rambunctious Corgis.
Her favorite past times include hiking and reading near the fireplace.
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