'In a bathroom,' she told him, as he tagged a tee off the floor and straightened, waiting for her to say more. Damn, um…' she stammered as Shy balanced the phone between ear and shoulder and tugged on his jeans. 'I… I… well, I was with this old friend and we were. 'Where are you?' he barked into the phone, rolling over the woman at his side and finding his feet. I think I might even be kinda… um, in trouble.' 'Listen, I'm sorry,' her voice caught like she was trying to stop crying or, maybe, hyperventilating, then she whispered, 'So, so sorry but I'm in a jam.

He shot to sitting in bed, limbs flying and they weren't his. 'Shy?' a woman asked, she sounded weird, far away, quiet. He checked the display, his brows drew together at the 'unknown caller' he saw on the screen as he touched his thumb to it to take the call. 'Shit,' he muttered, twisting with difficulty under his fence of limbs. The other was upside down, tucked to his other side, her knee in his stomach, her arm over his calves. One was tucked up against his side, her leg thrown over his thighs, her arm over his middle. The lights were still on and he was buried under a small pile of women. He was on his back in his bed in his room at the Chaos Motorcycle Club's Compound. H IS CELL RANG and Parker 'Shy' Cage opened his eyes. 'This is why.' He stalked the three steps that separated them, snaked an arm around her waist, and hauled her into his arms. Throwing her hands out to the sides, she asked, 'Why?' Shy leaned toward Tabby and growled, 'You are not leaving.' If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the publisher at Thank you for your support of the author's rights. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author's intellectual property. He’s got no choice but to get up close and personal.In accordance with the U.S. Suddenly, off-limits for Core is out the window. Then Hellen and her friend wade into a multi-state swindling scheme. This duty leads Core to being a part of a covert protection detail, looking after Hellen Moynihan when trouble is coming to town.Īt first, Core finds this dynamo of a woman intriguing, but he’s decided she’s off-limits. The only thing he and the men of the Resurrection MC could do was vow to live their lives making up for an unforgiveable act. A troubled past led Core to do something irredeemable. And when her best friend’s boyfriend showed signs of being a scam artist, Hellen was on the case.ĭustin “Hardcore” Cutler didn’t have dreams or goals. So when her long-term boyfriend didn’t make the grade, she moved on. She knew who she was and what she wanted.

Own the wind by kristen ashley