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Some things in life were inevitable; death, taxes, and lying, whoremongering men.
One woman would never be enough for one man.
So I traded in men for a Harley.
Nothing beats that kind of power between my legs.
Then I blinked.
And he was there.
Some things in life were inevitable; death, taxes, and badge bunnies willing to hop into my bed.
The only problem is I’m a one woman kind of man.
In my line of work, I’ve seen it all.
Nothing bothers me until I find a woman’s wrecked body.
When she blinked,
My world changed.
Forever doesn’t come close to giving me enough of her.
Read an Excerpt
I awoke some time in the middle of the night with what felt like a mouth full of cotton, I drank the entire bottle of water, stumbled to the sink in my bathroom to refill it, and took the two remaining Advil on my nightstand. When I curled back in bed, memories of Kayson’s warm breath tickling my neck lulled me back to sleep.
When next I woke, I was still thinking about the feel of Kayson’s breath on my neck, only instead of lulling me back to sleep, it was doing much more interesting things to me. Without opening my eyes—no need to break a perfectly good fantasy—I opened the drawer of my nightstand and pulled out my coveted Womanizer, the best fucking vibrator in the entire world. That gorgeous man, his sexy olive skin, and steamy, sultry dark eyes had me all kinds of twisted as I thought about all the other places his warm breath could go.
Kayson’s big hands spreading my thighs as he brought his head down between my legs. His velvety brown eyes with their laugh lines smiling at me before he went in to feast. What would his hair feel like as I ran my fingers through it, gripping his head to hold him in that perfect spot?
I wiggled out of my panties and pressed the rhinestone button to turn Bob on and . . . nothing.
The motherfucker was dead. I hurled it across the room. I’d forgotten to charge the damn thing. The thump it made as it hit the wall was loud, but I was too horny and frustrated to care.
At least until my door swung open.
Kayson stood there in a T-shirt and boxers. “You all right?”
I wanted to die.
Crawl under my bed and hide.
Because six inches in front of where he stood was my vibrator.
“Yeah, everything is just peachy.” My voice was way too high, so I cleared my throat and tried again. “You’re still here?”
“I didn’t want to leave you. I had no way of locking your deadbolt or safety chain.”
He was thinking about my safety, and my only thought was don’t look down. And of course, fuck.
He fucking looked down.
My humiliation flared as he tilted his head, and a smirk curled the side of his perfect, perfect mouth.
Fuck. I was so busted.
“Is that what I think it is?” he asked as he bent down to pick up my leopard print sex toy.
Jumping from my bed, I snatched it out of his hand and shoved it back into my bedside drawer. “It’s nothing.”
“It looked like something to me.”
“Well, it wasn’t.” I huffed, refusing to turn around and face him. He wasn’t letting me off the hook that easily, though. I squeezed my eyes shut as he moved deeper into my room, and then I felt his forearm slide over my shoulder and rest there. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see that he was dangling my recently discarded panties in front of me.
You have to be kidding me. What made this whole situation worse? His free hand was on my hip. Warm and big and inviting.
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Danielle is a Harley riding romance writer. Most days she can be found in jeans, t-shirts, and pearls (she’s a lady like that). She began her writing career under a different name and in a different genre- she wrote for kids, little ones: picture books and early readers. School libraries around the United States hold her books as do many libraries around the world. But, her love has always been reading romance, so she decided to try her hand at writing with her debut novel Enough.
Danielle writes about men that will open the door for you during the day and throw you against them at night. She loves stories that will make you laugh and fall in love without all of the emotional baggage faced every day in our real lives.
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