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Hot for the Biker: The Warriors MC, #3
De Naomi West
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Comece a ler- Editora:
- MBK Hanson Inc.
- Lançado em:
- Feb 4, 2019
- ISBN:
- 9781386337942
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- Livro
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Hot for the Biker is book 3 and the finale of The Warriors MC trilogy!
I was innocent… until he made me his.I was a prisoner in a life I hated.So when the biker offered me a way out, I took it.I didn't know it when I jumped on his bike, but…He never planned on letting me go.BAMBII'm an inmate in a gilded cage.Pageants and parades, make-up and fancy dresses.Some girls might kill for this.But to me, it was hell on earth.And that makes my mother the devil.So when the outlaw roared up on his chopper, all leather and muscles and sin, I did the first thing that came to mind:I took his outstretched hand.With that bike between my legs and his brawn in front of me, I felt freer than I had since the day I was born.This was wild. This was freedom.And then it all came crashing down.The biker wasn't offering me a brief escape from my f**ked-up world.He was kidnapping me for good.And when I tried to go back to the home I'd left…My mother slammed the door in my face.Now, I have nowhere to go.I belong to a man whose plans for me start with three little words:"Bend over, sweetheart."
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Comece a lerDados do livro
Hot for the Biker: The Warriors MC, #3
De Naomi West
Descrição
Hot for the Biker is book 3 and the finale of The Warriors MC trilogy!
I was innocent… until he made me his.I was a prisoner in a life I hated.So when the biker offered me a way out, I took it.I didn't know it when I jumped on his bike, but…He never planned on letting me go.BAMBII'm an inmate in a gilded cage.Pageants and parades, make-up and fancy dresses.Some girls might kill for this.But to me, it was hell on earth.And that makes my mother the devil.So when the outlaw roared up on his chopper, all leather and muscles and sin, I did the first thing that came to mind:I took his outstretched hand.With that bike between my legs and his brawn in front of me, I felt freer than I had since the day I was born.This was wild. This was freedom.And then it all came crashing down.The biker wasn't offering me a brief escape from my f**ked-up world.He was kidnapping me for good.And when I tried to go back to the home I'd left…My mother slammed the door in my face.Now, I have nowhere to go.I belong to a man whose plans for me start with three little words:"Bend over, sweetheart."
- Editora:
- MBK Hanson Inc.
- Lançado em:
- Feb 4, 2019
- ISBN:
- 9781386337942
- Formato:
- Livro
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Hot for the Biker: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Warriors MC Book 3)
By Naomi West
I was innocent... until he made me his.
I WAS A PRISONER IN a life I hated.
So when the biker offered me a way out, I took it.
I didn’t know it when I jumped on his bike, but...
He never planned on letting me go.
BAMBI
I’m an inmate in a gilded cage.
Pageants and parades, make-up and fancy dresses.
Some girls might kill for this.
But to me, it was hell on earth.
And that makes my mother the devil.
So when the outlaw roared up on his chopper, all leather and muscles and sin, I did the first thing that came to mind:
I took his outstretched hand.
With that bike between my legs and his brawn in front of me, I felt freer than I had since the day I was born.
This was wild. This was freedom.
And then it all came crashing down.
The biker wasn’t offering me a brief escape from my f**ked-up world.
He was kidnapping me for good.
And when I tried to go back to the home I’d left...
My mother slammed the door in my face.
Now, I have nowhere to go.
I belong to a man whose plans for me start with three little words:
Bend over, sweetheart.
Chapter 1
Bambi
Iscrolled through the list of available classes and frowned at the computer screen. There were so many options, and it was impossible to wrap my brain around what I needed to do. There were some that I could take online, but I longed to get out of the house and interact with other students. I wished I could go to the local college and actually speak with a counselor, but that wasn’t going to happen. No matter what decisions I made, there was one big obstacle that I had to get out of the way before I could do anything about them.
I was back to living under Mother’s rule. It was even worse than it had been before. I couldn’t take one step out the door or hardly even look out the window without her jumping out of nowhere and yelling at me. It’s not safe out there!
she would scream, or You don’t want the newspeople snapping pictures of you when you aren’t ready, do you?
This was usually followed by a detailed critique of my skincare routine and how much conditioner I was using. And in some sense, I couldn’t quite argue with her when it came to the news. She had created a media circus with her claims of my kidnapping, and she had been effective in keeping me away from anyone whom I might tell the truth. There was no way Monique Bidwell was going to be made a fool of, especially if her daughter was the one who wanted to do it.
The last few weeks had passed with a painful slowness. Every day, I woke up with my stomach lurching up through my throat as though it was trying to escape the child growing within me. I had taken to keeping crackers and a glass of water at my bedside, because I couldn’t seem to get up in the morning without it. Of course, there was little reason for me to get up. There was no place for me to go, no friends to talk to, and no real idea of just what I was going to do with myself. Most of all, there was no Snake.
That was what hurt the most. Snake was a biker, a rough guy and a badass. Going on his looks alone, I never could have expected him to be a decent man. But he had shown me, in those tiny little ways he had, that he really was more than just a man on a motorcycle. There were no grand gestures other than the one he had made when he had taken me in and let me go with him after Mother kicked me out. But I knew now that he hadn’t been gallant or kind, he had just been out to win a bet. After all, what better way to get a girl knocked up than to keep her close so you can have sex every night?
As mad as I was at Snake, I was angry at myself. I had been stupid enough to fall for him and to fall for his games. It was my gullibility that had gotten me into that situation, and I wasn’t much better off with Snake than I had been with Mother. After all, he had essentially kept me prisoner, swearing that he would never let me leave. I had been adapting to his lifestyle without question, doing what he wished and when. I was nothing more than an idiot.
Mother had pretended to be grateful when the police had brought me home that night, but as soon as she was done with them she had turned to me with fury. How dare you run off like that? Don’t you see all the trouble you’ve caused? Not just for me, but for the police and the citizens of Myrtle Creek and everyone else who worried about you? At the very least, you could have called.
Her hair was sticking up in all directions, making her look just as crazy as she sounded. She had tearfully swiped at her eyes as she had spoken to the police, making a long dark smudge of eyeliner across her temple.
Mother, you kicked me out!
I had protested. In that moment, I didn’t mind standing up to her. I was angry at Snake, angry at myself, and angry at her for lying about the situation and causing the whole fiasco with the cops. You knew perfectly well I hadn’t been kidnapped.
I most certainly did not!
She stood tall—well, as tall as she could—and indignant. "You left here, but I had no way of knowing that awful biker man hadn’t captured you and made you his slave! Forgive me for thinking my daughter had better taste
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