Title: Grit Series: Spartan Riders #1
Author: J.C. Valentine
Publication Date: April 19, 2016
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance, MC Romance
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Synopsis:
Gabby Morgan isn’t looking for love. Not even a little romance. Following a rocky past that she’d just as soon forget, she’s determined to focus on the future. One that most certainly doesn’t involve the tough-as-nails, short-on-words, hot-as-hell biker…or his kid.
Blake Mahone may not be done with women, but he’s finished with relationships. Then Gabby Morgan enters the picture. She’s flawless, refined, and as his kid’s teacher, way out of his league. She acts like she hates him, but her eyes tell a different story. Before he knows it, Blake finds himself hot for teacher, and he’s more than ready to learn all her secrets. Now all he has to do is convince her to give him a shot…without getting them both killed in the process.
GRIT - EXCERPT
Sensing movement, Gabby opened her eyes and found herself
staring at a wall of male chest. Leather creaked as Blake drew even closer,
closing out what little space was left between them. Body heat licked her
breasts sending goosebumps scattering down her arms and across her chest that
teased her nipples into stiff, sensitive points.
When he leaned down, placing his face so close to hers she
could practically taste the beer on his breath, Gabby shivered. It became
painfully clear that the time for fighting this attraction had come to an end.
The sheer torture of trying to resist was something she could no longer abide,
and so Gabby gave in.
“You want something, teach?”
The low rumble of his voice reached down deep, sending a
flood of heat rushing between her thighs. “I—”
“Because the way you’ve been watching me all night tells me
you see something you like. Or maybe it’s not so much a like as it is a need,”
he growled, one hand reaching up to curl a lock of her hair around his finger.
The way she bloomed for him told her that he was right. He
was beautiful, he was edgy, and in the rare moments that he opened his mouth to
speak, he was devastating.
She needed him in the worst way. To ease the growing ache
inside of her. To temper the need she’d felt from the moment she laid eyes on
him. But she didn’t know him. And what she knew of him, she didn’t necessarily
like.
“I don’t know if I…like you,” she whispered into the narrow
space dividing them.
Bending farther down, the rough hairs dusting Blake’s jaw
scratched deliciously against her cheek as he placed his lips beside her ear
and whispered back, “I don’t know if I like you either, teach.” She felt the
heavy weight of his hand curl around her hip and give her a possessive tug,
pressing them together, chest to chest. “Is that a problem for you?”
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