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He’s the one man I can never have, but the only one I crave…
Saxon Gray has reason to hate me. He spent five years in prison after saving me from a brutal violation at the hands of a rival motorcycle club – and he paid for that rescue with his freedom. I’ve never been able to settle the debt I owe him…until now.
The menace of that old rivalry is flaring up again, and as president of the Hellfire Riders, Saxon is the one man who can keep me safe. But I want more than his protection. I want his heart.
WANTING IT ALL is a 24,000 word novella. No cliffhangers.
Wanting It All will be available October 1, 2014
His gaze falls to my mouth. “I’d heard you were skittish with men. That you were afraid to let them touch you.”
“You heard what?” My cheeks catch fire. I don’t know if I’m horrified or angry. It’s true, almost every date I have turns into a disaster as soon as the guy touches more than my hand. But I didn’t realize people were talking about those disasters. “Who said that?”
He doesn’t tell me. Instead he eases his grip on the cabinet, watching my face as his long fingers push aside my braid and his thumb traces a path down the side of my neck. “This doesn’t scare you, does it?”
Aside from a shake of my head, I can’t reply. Only stare up at him, feeling that touch like a shiver over every inch of my skin. My silk camisole suddenly seems as harsh as burlap, and every panting breath rasps the material against my sensitive nipples, drawing them tighter.
His thumb pauses over my racing pulse. “You’re sure?”
Not scared. But I’m not prepared. No matter how many times I’ve thought about him touching me, dreamed of it, his simple caress quickly undoes everything within me. Unravels my brain. Undermines my strength.
“Then I intend to kiss you, Jenny,” he says, and my knees almost give out.
A kiss. First his touch. Now this. My fingers tighten on his forearms, his warm flesh like steel. I can’t even remember reaching for him. Supporting myself against him.
He still watches me. The wolf, waiting. “You’re not afraid of that?”
“No.” Just desperate for it.
Saxon’s gaze never leaves mine as his head lowers. His voice is rough. “You’re shaking.”
“Only because it’s you,” I say just before his mouth claims mine.