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Annie: I’ve been the good girl too long. I don’t drink, don’t smoke, and live at home with my preacher father. The most daring thing I’ve ever done is work part-time at the library. Rule-breakers and lawless men aren’t part of my world but not doing doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. And every fantasy I’ve ever had is promising to come true if I just take a chance.
Easy: The moment I laid eyes on Annie, I knew she was the one for me and Michigan. We’ve been partners ever since we served and now we do everything together. And by everything I mean riding, drinking, and women. If we can get Annie on board, it’ll be perfect. Not only do I have to convince Annie, though, I need to convince Michigan, too.
Michigan: Easy seems to think sweet, delectable Annie’s just going to fall into our laps. But my one experience with a preacher’s daughter left me scarred—emotionally and physically. A good girl like Annie wants to experience a little danger but she doesn’t want to live it and I’m not going all in unless this is for the long haul.
Three hearts are on a collision course. They will either be ruined or remade.
In the small town of Fortune, the Death Lords rule the roads. Come along for the ride.
THEIR PRIVATE NEED is a 25,000 word novella. No cliffhangers.
As I walk toward the counter, Easy stares openly at me, making no attempt to disguise his interest. The water is sitting near his hand along with a plate of sandwiches. As I reach for it, he grabs my wrist. It takes little effort for him to pull me toward him. I end up between his long denim-clad legs, my face so close to his I can see that his teeth are white and even. For some lame reason that’s what comes out of my mouth.
“You have really nice teeth.”
His grin broadens so that I can see almost all of them. Easy has a wide, very expressive mouth. It matches the rest of him which is also big. I look at his fingers wrapped around my wrist. He could easily span my waist with his hand. I’d like to pick it up and place it on my body to see if I’m right.
“I’m glad you like them, Little Red.”
“Little Red?” Self-consciously I run a hand across my rather dull brown hair. Pippa, my boss at the library, has gorgeous red hair and is shaped like a fifties pinup model—big chest, tiny waist, awesome butt. I’m a board. I could wear a shirt unbuttoned to the waist and have zero hint of cleavage.
He tugs me closer until my legs hit the side of the barstool and then he straightens to his full height of six feet, four inches. His body rubs against the front of mine and something long and hard presses into my belly. The shock of it widens my eyes and stops my breathing.
“Little Red,” he confirms. There’s dark intent in his eyes that even a virgin can read. “Because you look good enough for a big bad wolf like me to eat.” His big hand sweeps from my wrist up to my neck and for a wicked, hot second, I wonder if he’s going to kiss me in the middle of the Brew Ha Ha with his grandma’s knitting club watching. To my conflicted dismay, he only squeezes my neck before dropping his hand and moving away. “If you want a visit to the den, strap the cuff around your wrist and come out to the granary. I’ll know that you’re ready for what we have to offer.”