Undercover MC

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It was time for Leslie's big break. As an agent for the DEA it was her dream to make a name for herself as an undercover spy, and now she has her chance. The only thing standing between her and a brilliant start to her career is the infamous Winged Enemy Motorcycle Club.

Will Leslie be able to infiltrate the gang's operation? What was it going to take to earn their trust? And what is she going to do if she starts falling for one of the hardened bikers?

WARNING:
This 22,000 word novella is a racy tale that includes plenty of wild sex, whizzing bullets, and just maybe some earnest romance between the most unlikely people. It is intended only for adults!

Excerpt:
The next fifteen minutes were a blur as I helped Jed shut down and lock up the bar. I just invited a biker back to my place. To have sex. Shit, this is so not by the book.

It took all of five minutes to get across the small town to the crappy apartment that was a part of my cover. All the way there I couldn't keep my eyes off the pitch black bike behind me and the powerful outline of the man riding it. I ran a stop sign and almost knocked over an old woman at the same intersection, and I could almost feel Jed’s cocky grin as he watched my erratic driving from behind.

I pulled into the driveway for the duplex where I was staying. Nightshade rumbled to a halt just behind my rear bumper. My body got shivery and turned on just from the sound of that sultry engine.

I got out of my car and slammed the door shut. I didn't even look at Jed, just walked up to my front door, unlocked it, and walked inside without looking back. My clothes were torn off with no subtlety or tact, and I left them scattered behind me as a trail for Jed to follow.

By the time he arrived in my bedroom, I was stark naked, lying on the bed. My legs were slightly parted, and I caught his eyes fixed at the junction of my legs as he came through the door. “Why do you still have clothes on?”