I open my mouth to answer him, though I don’t know what I am going to tell him, when another man steps up behind him and halts my voice. He is huge—round belly, long hair in a braid—and he is glaring at me with what I could only guess is hatred.
What I ever did to him I do not know.
“Prez, we gotta get movin’,” the burly man growls.
I shrink back a bit at his tone. The man’s hand around my neck squeezes gently before he releases me, ignoring the angry giant behind him.
“You want to come on out, you just come on out, sugar. You’ll be perfectly safe with me. Just tell the man at the door that Fury sent you, okay?”
I nod, even though I know there is no way in hell I am going to this man’s clubhouse.
I have seen most of the men around town, but this guy, he’s new—different. He looks to be around ten years older than me, but I have never seen him before.
Our town is fairly small and you tend to run into people. I even spot a few guys from high school standing by their bikes, part of the club now. But this man, he is a complete stranger.
Once he turns to talk to the big man behind him, I hurry and skedaddle the heck outta there. I have FroYo to eat, and I need to freak out—alone—in my little one-bedroom rental house.
When I am in inside my home, I lock the door and grab my coveted ice cream. Sitting down on the sofa, I realize I'm in complete shock. I look around the room as I shovel the chocolate into my mouth, trying to forget about what happened just minutes ago.
Long gone are the memories of my sister’s bridal dress shopping moment, and my brain is now flooded with the strange and sexy biker.
Holy shit, he was hot.
I wish that I had some slut in me, because I want nothing more than to end the dry spell I am currently in and walk on the wild side of life.
I figure a man like Fury would know exactly what to do with what God gave him.
I imagine he would throw me against the wall and just take what he wants. I shiver from the thought. Jason didn’t know a clit from a nipple, and he fumbled and bumbled through every single sexual experience we had together.
If that wasn’t bad enough, he was a habitual cheater. How he found so many other women to screw, I don't know. The man was horrible. At least, I hoped he was horrible. He was my only experience, and if it's that way with every man, I am going to become a spinster cat lady for sure.
Also by Hayley Faiman
Men of Baseball Series—
Pitching for Amalie
Catching Maggie
Forced Play for Libby
Sweet Spot for Victoria – February 14, 2016
Coming Soon—
Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils MC#1) – March 2016
Seducing the Badman — April 2016
Radimir Zalesky was given a woman to protect.
Emiliya Chekova.
Their story will continue this series right where it has left off.
As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six and never really stopped.
Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After sixteen years together, he’s still the love of her life. Hayley’s husband joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard, before they moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to Hill Country in Texas, where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
Most of Hayley’s days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for practice, or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her husband and her nights - those are spent creating alpha book boyfriends.
First and foremost, to my husband. THANK YOU BABES. Without his love and support none of this would be possible. He is truly my best friend and my constant. Sixteen years and we’re still going strong. He works hard climbing those poles so that I can live my dream. How do I not give him all of my thanks for simply that alone?
Mom—ALWAYS my best friend… seriously… I would not be the woman I am today without you as my moms. Without your unwavering support I would not have continued to pursue this dream. Thank you for being my Beta reader and sending me your suggestions…. Even when I don’t always use them.
Nisha—my sister from another mister. Thanks for always sending me your encouragement on even the smallest accomplishment. It means more than you know! Love you sister!
Cassandra Searby—Boo… thanks for always listening to me freak the hell out on stuff, even when you have zero clue what I’m talking about. You’re an awesome example of a friend, wife, and mother. I look up to you.
Rosalyn—R.C.—My editor… my author BFF… my Sassy Sister. Seriously. God placed us in each other’s lives at the most perfect time. Thank you so much for all of your help making Owned come to life.
Thank you for making me work.
Cassandra Roop – Pink Ink Designs …. This cover… THIS COVER!!! It’s gorgeous. Thank you so much for busting this out. Seriously. It’s amazing and I am so lucky to have found you! Your vision is simply perfection!
Stacey Blake—Champagne Formats … Thank you so much for bringing my words to beautiful life. You are the best babe! Always a lovely product and always a lovely woman to work with.
My Fans, every single person who one-clicked this new book, in this new series.
THANK YOU
It means more to me than you will ever know to have somebody not only read but enjoy the stories that I have written. This is my dream and without each and every one of you it would not have ever come true. There aren’t enough thanks in the world that I could give. I just appreciate every single one of you so very much.
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