In ENFORCER’S PRICE, Colt is a man looking for redemption while Krista is a single mother just trying to get by. One night together will change both their lives forever. Fans of Joanna Wylde’s Reapers MC series won’t want to miss this sensual read published by Golden Heart Finalist, Sarah Hawthorne and Carina Press!
A man looking for redemption
Colt spent eight months in prison for trusting the wrong woman, nearly bringing down his entire motorcycle club in the process. Now he needs to fix the MC’s cash flow problems or watch the only family he’s ever known fall apart.
Meeting Krista wasn’t part of his mission.
Falling for her could mean his destruction.
A single mom trying to get by
Krista was ready to leave hooking behind when her ex cleaned out her bank account. Stuck working to provide for her daughter, she protects herself with one rule: never get involved with someone at the club.
Not that she wants to. Sex has become a job, a means to an end.
One night together as an escape
Krista’s body wakes at Colt’s touch, allowing her to imagine a life after the MC. A future. A happily-ever-after, if only briefly. Krista brings out feelings in Colt he forgot could exist. But just as he begins to trust again, Krista’s truth is revealed – testing the very boundaries of Colt’s jealousy and faith.
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“We gotta go. You can stay and wait for the cops, or you can ride on the bike back to the clubhouse,” Berdoo said. “You can put the kid between us so she doesn’t fall off. Hold on to her. I’ll be gentle.”
Who the hell was this guy? “We’re riding with Tate.”
My boss cleared his throat. “Actually, you’re riding with him. I took off my passenger seat the other day so I could swap out a new gas tank.”
I looked at the two bikes. Damn. I was not riding on the back of this guy’s bike. “We’ll walk. I’ll meet you at the clubhouse in about an hour and a half.”
In the biker world, having a woman on the back meant one thing: Old Lady. Permanence. Responsibility. If I sat on the back of Berdoo’s bike and the whole club saw it, there would be assumptions. Ownership would be implied. My job as everyone’s girlfriend for money would be down the drain in an instant.
The sirens were getting louder as Tate grabbed my arm. “You gotta do it, and I sent the rest of the guys on a run to Portland. No one will know but us.”
I looked at Berdoo. I could jump on the back of his bike or explain to the cops how my idiot ex-husband beat himself to a bloody pulp while I was cowering in the back room with my kid. That was a sure ticket to an investigation by Child Protective Services.
“Fine. I’ll ride with you. Let’s just get out of here.”
Copyright © 2017 by Sarah Hawthorne
Sarah Hawthorne lives in the Pacific Northwest and drinks coffee in the winter and champagne in the summer. She enjoys writing, gardening and planning vacations. Please visit Sarah at www.sarahhawthorne.com.