Title: Hard Road
Series: The Untouchables MC Book 4
Author: Joanna Blake
Release Date: January 23, 2019
I’m the head of the Hell Raisers MC. I have a code of honor, even if I keep it hidden. So when I see some of my guys roughing up a runaway, I step in. I just don’t expect to want her for myself.
People think I’m crazy. They’re right. They just don’t know why. Nobody knows the truth about me, but she sees right through me with her big blue eyes.
I’m reckless and wild. But when I see her, I want something different. For the first time in nearly a decade, I start thinking about what happens after.
After I catch my brother’s killer.
She doesn’t seem to care that I’m a merciless criminal who will stop at nothing for revenge. She softens me, and that’s a luxury I can’t afford.
She’s the most dangerous thing for a guy like me, but I can’t seem to stay away.
I gave up everything to find out the truth about what happened to my brother. It’s been years since his murder, and it’s taken me that long to get this close. I need to end it, once and for all.
My demons are big, but when she gets in the way, I find out my need for her is even bigger.
Hard Road is Book 4 in the Untouchables MC series. It can be read as a standalone. There is no cheating and a guaranteed happily ever after.
I startled, closing the manila file on my lap quickly and sliding it into a magazine. It was dark in here. There was a chance she hadn’t noticed what I was looking at for the hundredth time since I’d gotten it earlier that afternoon.
I fucking hoped she hadn’t.
Because the file on my lap held Parker’s whole tragic, beautiful life inside it.
“I don’t sleep much.”
She had an empty glass in her hand. I stood up and took it from her, carrying it to the fridge where I kept a pitcher of filtered water. That was new. I’d never given a shit about stuff like water quality before. A lot of things were new since Parker came into my life, like seeing a gorgeous girl I couldn’t touch half-dressed and half-asleep at all hours of the day and night.
Like being able to see her but not touch her. It was pretty much constant torture. Not that I wanted it to end.
Right now, I was doing my best to ignore that she was sleeping in the giant shirt I’d given her that first night. I was sure she had other things to sleep in. But she’d chosen that, of all things. And it was so fucking sexy on her it made my dick hurt.
Her legs were bare from mid-thigh down. Her gorgeous, creamy, golden thighs. Even worse, her perfect little toes were bare. Those feet of hers . . . they were the cutest damn things I’d seen in my life. I wanted to suck those toes until she screamed.
I was one thousand percent certain she was not wearing a bra.
I was one thousand percent not certain whether she was wearing panties. Part of me was praying fervently that she was. The other part of me was praying much louder than she wasn’t.
I carried the water back to her and took her hand, curling it around the glass. We stared at each other, the air between us filled with electricity. I knew this was dangerous. I was so close to saying to hell with it, pulling her into my arms and burying myself inside her for days.
“Parker . . .” I said, my voice raw with need. I still held her hand where it circled the cup. I rubbed my thumb over the silky skin of her inner wrist. She leaned toward me slightly, and I jerked away abruptly.
“Go back to bed,” I growled. My voice was rough and sounded harsher than I meant it to. She blinked and inhaled sharply. Then she turned tail and ran.
I stood there, feeling her absence. It was like all the air got sucked out of the room without her there. Like the warmth and beauty were gone. I was losing my damn mind. I wanted to chase her down the hallway and tackle her. Just take what I wanted, again and again, until I was satisfied.
If it was even possible to be satisfied. I doubted it. I wanted her too badly. It felt like it would never end.
Instead, I walked back to the couch and opened the file.
The first thing I saw was a picture of Parker as a little girl. I traced the picture with my fingertips, just as I’d done the first time I saw the picture. She was precious. Confidence and intelligence shone out of her stunning blue eyes. I felt an overwhelming sense of tenderness well up inside me.
I bet that’s what her kids will look like, I thought. Pure and perfect, just like her.
Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride!
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Other books by Joanna Blake
Cuffed (The Untouchables MC Book 1): https://amzn.to/2B4whiX
Mean Machine (The Untouchables MC Book 2): https://amzn.to/2MAHZq6
Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC Book 3): https://amzn.to/2RS3p7V
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Wanted By The Devil: http://amzn.to/2sTXTR8
Ride With The Devil: http://amzn.to/2rBRDQ9
Trust The Devil: http://amzn.to/2sE4Lmx
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Stud Farm: http://amzn.to/2hmnEos
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A Bad Boy For Summer: http://amzn.to/1QfU9Da