His name makes my body tingle and my heart pound. From the moment I met him I knew that he was the one. He was dangerous, wild, and intense. He was just what I needed, right up until the point our lives collided into a danger unknown. A danger that, for once, I wasn't sure I could handle.
To the unsuspecting eye I was just another asshole riding too fast on a motorcycle too loud. To my fellow Desert Reapers MC members I was their President or “Prez” for short. To the cops I was an outlaw. To my momma I was Trent. And to the women I’d bedded over the last fifteen years I was a bastard. Imagine that.
The truth of the matter is that I was a bastard, I am a bastard, and I will always be a bastard, and that’s just the way it is. It was a fact I long ago accepted as immutable, right up until the point I met Jenny. I could change for her... maybe.
Warning: this 20K word story is for mature audiences only.
About the Author
I am an author who loves strong, dominant men, and if they happen to be rich or ride in a motorcycle club, well, that's just an added bonus!
My stories are filled with suspense, intense situations, twists, and turns.
One year ago I left the suck of the finance industry to pursue my dream and my passion, which is turning my fantasies and dreams into novels. There are more stories bouncing around my head than I could tell in a lifetime, though I'm certainly going to try to tell them all!
As an added bonus. All of my stories exist in the same universe...so don't be surprised to see a cameo here and there. Don't forget to sign up for my mailing list for updates on new releases.
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