Standing amongst a sea of leather, denim, beer bottles, and beards was a stunning blonde. She had long legs which supported the sexiest body ever created and a face so beautiful, it made me forget what any other woman looked like.
Cricket Wallace was standing in the middle of the Chapel, mere feet away from me.
“Hi, Jase, it’s good to see you again.”
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Widowed young, Maisie Mann was left to raise her daughter alone. Now, nine years later, she thinks she might have life as a single mom mastered…until her car breaks down on the wrong side of town. All she requires is a little roadside assistance and she’ll be on her way. But when her help comes in the form of a gruff but alluring biker, it sparks emotions she hasn’t experienced since her husband died.
Connor ‘Hatch’ Wallace is nobody’s hero. The Sergeant-at-Arms for the Dogs of Fire MC has a bitter past and has sworn off anyone threatening his independence. But fate has other ideas.
Maisie has no intention of getting involved with a man like Hatch and, despite her overwhelming attraction to him, pushes him away… until her life, and that of her child, are threatened.
Is Maisie’s only chance of survival in the hands of a badass biker?
Will Hatch be able to put aside his past and protect a woman and her daughter at the risk of losing everything?
Maisie
IWALKED OUT of Lonnie’s salon and into the blaring heat of an unusually hot Pacific Northwest April. Squinting against the brightness, I slid my sunglasses on and headed to the Chinese restaurant next door for some takeout. Ten minutes later, order in hand, I was ready to go home and soak in the tub. It had been a long day and I needed a little down time. Only, when I climbed into my car, slid the key in the ignition, and turned… nothing happened.
“What the—?” I tried again, but still nothing, so I climbed out and looked around. Lonnie’s lights were off, the closed sign hung on the door, and the parking lot was all but empty. “Just great,” I said, and groaned.
I considered going back into the Chinese restaurant for help, but I’d had to repeat my order three times, so I had little faith they’d be able to understand my request for a jump. I grabbed my cell and called Triple A.
“Roadside Assistance, how may I help you?”
“Well, I’m in Orchards and I have a dead battery,” I said.
“No problem, we can send someone out. What’s the address?”
I rattled off my location, gave her my card number and other pertinent information.
“We can have someone out to you in about an hour.”
“Really? Nothing sooner?”
“No, sorry. We’re really busy today.”
“Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”
I sighed and hung up, turning to find Lonnie walking out of her shop. “Hey, Maisie. You’re still here?”
“I have a dead battery. I called Triple A, but if you have a minute, would you mind giving me a jump, please?”
“No, sorry, I actually have to be somewhere.”
I stared at her, so shocked by her unwillingness to help me I couldn’t even form a response. It would take maybe five minutes to jump my battery. I’d been loyal to her for more than ten years, even following her to this crappy part of town, and she couldn’t take five minutes to help me? I think my mouth was still slightly agape as I watched her climb into her car and drive off, smiling and waving at me as she passed.
God! I’d just given her a thirty-percent tip. Not to mention, I always sent her a Christmas card, even though sheneverreciprocated, and even sent her a gift on her birthday. Not cool!
