LOVE IS A FOUR LETTER WORD
Published 27th February 2014
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BARNES & NOBLE
Sometimes being bad can be too good to miss...
Georgina Hampton lost more than a mother when her parents split up, she lost the life she loved. But Georgie is grown up now, and she’s ready to fight to get it back.
But the cost of winning could be a high price to pay, when the man standing in her way is bad boy Jake Hardcourt. Her knight in shining armour. The one man who might be able to show her that love doesn’t have to be just another four letter word…
'...bad boy bikers don’t come hotter or more deliciously sexy than this one... the sexual chemistry will keep you totally hooked... Expect a whole stack of delicious drama, a plot that cuts to the heart of the characters and exposes their vulnerability, with some great secondary characters running alongside. Totally brilliant, completely un-put-downable, fabulous!' Amazon review
Jake met the coy look she shot through those long eyelashes and wondered if his luck was in or he’d just gone stark staring mad. He’d kicked up the motorbike from pure frustration, barely paused to grab his helmet, and then gunned into the centre of town looking for something, but not knowing what.
Maybe he’d found it.
He’d skidded into this car park because it was quiet. The lull before the 2am outpouring of drunken bodies. And for a brief moment he’d thought about parking up and getting slaughtered before hitching a lift back home. Until he’d heard the voices, and the girl with the cut glass tone had done her best to out-stride her toff of a boyfriend.
For a second he’d thought she was in trouble, which was why, against his natural inclination, he’d stuck his nose in. But she’d handled it, despite the fact that even in the dark he could tell the colour had leached from her face, he could smell the fear, hear the tightness in her words. When you’d got into tight spots like he had, you developed a second sense that told you if you were going to win or lose even before the trouble started.
But after a few seconds of staring at him like he was the man from Mars she’d recovered. Which was as fast as recovery he’d seen in a long time. Now she was looking at him like he was a prime cut, and it seemed as good a way to burn off his anger as any. He recognised the adrenalin rush, a dance with danger that could send you high before you fell back down. She was ready to ride that wave, ready for the next challenge, and he was just lucky enough to be the one nearest. He wasn’t kidding himself that it was anything more than that. Tomorrow she might wonder what the fuck had got into her, but tonight…