The second novel in Ronnie Douglas’ sexy Southern Wolves motorcycle club series—reminiscent of Kristen Ashley and Jay Crownover—tells the story of an aspiring fashion designer and a biker who discover a desire that knows no limits.
Release Date: February 23rd, 2016
The second novel in Ronnie Douglas’ sexy Southern Wolves motorcycle club series—reminiscent of Kristen Ashley and Jay Crownover—tells the story of an aspiring fashion designer and a biker who discover a desire that knows no limits.
When the daughter of one of the Southern Wolves gets a flat in the middle of a thunderstorm, there’s only one thing to do—strip down to her underwear and get a little muddy. But when Alamo, the sexy biker shows up to rescue Ellen yet again, things are bound to get a whole lot dirtier.
Between the trouble he left behind and club rules, Alamo knows he needs to stay clear of Ellen. He’s not looking for a woman or complications—even when that woman is everything a man could want. Unfortunately, Ellen isn’t playing by anyone’s rules but her own these days, and a Southern woman who’s been raised by Wolves is awfully hard to deny.
So when they give in to their raging attraction, both get much more than they bargained for.
Being fearless has never looked so good . . .
Aubrey Evans needs to get her life back on track after her father is indicted for embezzlement. All she has to do to hightail it out of small-town Tennessee is save up money for college tuition and steer clear of hard-muscled boys on motorcycles. Yet there's no ignoring someone like Zion. A knight in black leather, Zion looks like every bad idea she's been told to avoid, but she can't resist him. Whenever she's in trouble, he's there. Appealing as his rough exterior may be, it's the protective, principled man beneath who tempts her like crazy.
Zion knows Aubrey doesn't intend to stick around. She claims to want only friendship, but he senses there's a naughty girl hiding on the inside—one whose intense desires match his own. For now, he'll be patient and play by her rules. But he knows it's just a matter of time before he weakens her resolve.
As they join forces to figure out who's behind a local crime spree, it's clear that the danger goes deeper than Aubrey guessed. And when she needs someone tall, dark, and undaunted to keep her safe, Zion intends to be there—now and always.
EXCERPT
Alamo stood
in the middle of a sea of boxes that filled his new house. He was no stranger
to moving. Growing up, he’d been rousted from his bed more times than he could
count to move to a new place in the middle of the night. His mother would let
the back rent build up as far as she could, and then they’d skip out. Mix in a
few turns in foster care over the years when she was arrested, and he’d become
something of a pro at traveling light and moving quickly. This time, though, he
was moving everything he’d accumulated over several years of stability. He had
absolutely no desire to put it to rights in a new place.
Truth
be told, this new house was the nicest place he’d ever lived. It wasn’t home, though. Home was a modest-sized apartment
in Durham, North Carolina. Home was having his sister Zoe in the house, badly
imitating his Spanish cusswords and singing like a cat in a surly mood—and he
missed it.
He’d
lost that right when he’d lost his temper. He knew it, but that didn’t make it
any less frustrating. He’d done the right thing, and there wasn’t a minute of
it that he regretted. The man deserved every punch, but that was neither here
nor there. Truth didn’t change facts, and the facts were that Alamo was a big
man, and his long-gone father wasn’t as white as his mama had been. Race
shouldn’t matter, but sometimes having darker skin still did, especially in a
city where drug traffic was as common as it was in Durham. The police tended to
blame it on one segment of the population, those with darker skin. He was a
large man with darker skin. To add to that, once the police saw the motorcycle
club patches on his jacket, Alamo was far too likely to end up in jail if he
stayed in North Carolina.
This
time they had a reason of sorts. He had put that pendejo in the hospital. And an uptown white boy in his expensive
clothes could afford the sort of lawyers who twisted truth until it looked
nothing like reality. Alamo knew it, had known it before he’d taken the first
swing. Sometimes, though, a man had to stand up for a woman regardless of the
cost. Zoe’s friend had no one else to stand up for her, so Alamo did what
needed doing. It was that simple.
“You can’t just do that!” Zoe
snapped at him when he’d walked into the little apartment they shared. “I might
not be a kid, but I still don’t need my brother in the lockup.”
“He hurt Ana.”
“You are not the law, Alejandro. You
wear that jacket”—she pointed at the vest with the Southern Wolves patches
prominently displayed—“and you forget that you’re not above the law.”
“Lobita,” he started.
“Don’t you ‘little wolf’ me,
mister!” His sister’s hands landed on their customary position on her hips. She
was a tiny little thing, but she had the attitude of a dozen girls. “If you end
up in jail, I’ll . . . I’ll find someone big enough to kick your ass. Then
where will you be, eh?”
Alamo bowed his head, as much to
hide his smile as to let her know he was listening to her chastisement.
“You call Nicky, you hear me? You
find out where you can move because you’re not staying here. That boy . . . he
has friends. I don’t want this to get worse.”
“Lobita . . .”
“No! You call your Wolves, and you move. We talked about it for next year, anyhow. Clean start.” Zoe took a
shaky breath, let it out, and looked at him. “Ana says thank you and that she’s
okay. She’s . . . sorry.”
“Don’t need to be sorry. She did
nothing wrong, Zoe. You make sure she gets that.” His hands fisted despite his
intention to keep calm, and the already bloodied knuckles smarted.
Alamo might not have had a father
most of his life, but he knew what a man was supposed to be like just the same.
Growing up, he’d just studied what his mother’s long list of lovers did.
Whatever they did, he did the opposite. That was all the guidance he’d needed. That was why Alamo went after the buttoned-up man-boy who’d gotten Ana
drunk and taken what wasn’t his right to take.
“Call Nicky,” Zoe said, and then she
turned away. “And put ointment on those cuts.”
She was right. Being the stand-in
parent for Zoe had always been harder because she was right more often than not. Her excesses of common sense made
her awfully hard to handle. Of course it also meant that it was less worrisome
to leave her behind with Ana. She’d be okay; he knew that. Both of the Díaz
siblings were survivors.
So
far there hadn’t been any charges filed, and the jackass who hurt Ana claimed
never to have seen Alamo’s face. He did see
Alamo’s jacket, though, and it was best for everyone if there was no reason for
the police to be looking too closely at the Wolves. The local chapter
president, Nicky, agreed with Zoe, so he’d made a call to another chapter.
Within forty-eight hours, Alamo’s things had been boxed, and he was in
Tennessee. Between a move and a stay in jail, moving was a better choice—but
that still didn’t mean Alamo was happy with it.
He
looked around the cluttered house. Boxes and furniture sat in a jumble, but he
needed to get out. Being here, being alone with his thoughts, wasn’t going to
do anything but make him think about the mess he’d gotten mixed up in. He
didn’t regret it. He didn’t think he was wrong to defend Ana. That didn’t mean
the consequences were easy to take.
He
walked outside, pulled the door shut behind him, and headed to the bar that the
Tennessee chapter frequented. Getting to know his new brothers was the best
thing he could do now. The Southern Wolves were the only family he had other than Zoe, and while Zoe would
visit, she was still in North Carolina while she finished up her college
degree.
By
the time he pulled his Harley into the parking lot of Whiskey & Wolves, he
felt more like himself. All he needed was to stay focused. No distractions. No
trouble. No fights unless they were ordered by the club. He had to focus on his
job, the Wolves, and not let himself get invested in anyone else’s life. He
could keep his distance from everyone. That was the one surefire way to keep
his temper under control.
No
more bad habits. No more mistakes—regardless of how good the reason for them
was. Tennessee was going to be the beginning of a new lifestyle, one that would
keep him out of trouble and able to build a stable home for his sister once she
finished college.
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About the author:
Ronnie Douglas is the writing name for a multiple NYT bestselling author.Drawing on a lifetime love of romance novels and a few years running a biker bar, she decided to write what she knew--dangerous men with Harleys and tattoos.
Her debut “Ronnie book” was indie-published as part of a series she created and wrote with friends in 2014.
You can find Ronnie at: http://www.ronniedouglas.com
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