What can I say? I’m not a nice person. When I walk by, people call me a slut, and I’m okay with that. I believe in calling a spade a spade. I am a slut.
With the holidays approaching, I miss belonging to The Last Riders. Drake’s keeping me warm, but he wants more than I can give. He wants me to trust him, to believe he can protect me. Doesn’t he know Santa put me on the Naughty List long ago?
Nice
What can I say? I’m a nice guy and have always done the responsible thing.
Bliss is everything I shouldn’t want, but it’s hard to resist a woman who stopped believing in miracles. She wants to be back with The Last Riders, whom she considers her true family. Doesn’t she know it’s Christmas, and miracles do happen?
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“Who
are you going out with?”
Knowing
Genny was still determined to try to become BFFs with her, Bliss almost didn’t
tell her, but honestly, she couldn’t find a reason not to. It wasn’t like she was
going to come home afterward and have a chat-fest about it.
“Drake
Hall.”
A
concerned look crossed Genny’s face. “Be careful, Bliss.”
Bliss
couldn’t help laughing. “I can handle Drake.”
“Don’t
be too sure. He has a reputation in town for leaving women when they get too
serious about him.”
“Then
he’s perfect for me. I have no intention of getting serious.”
Genny
shook her head at her. “That’s what all the women say.”
“Well,
I mean it.” Bliss watched as Shade stood, blending into the crowd and leaving
the auditorium. Jo’s eyes followed after him. “Besides, I can’t give what’s
already taken.”
Bliss
started past her yet paused when Genny laid a hand on her arm.
“You
have an itch any man could scratch without leaving marks. Drake’s not that type
of man. Of all the women I heard gossip about regarding him, none have walked
away unscathed. He’s always been the one to break it off. Some scratches go
away after a few days, and you forget they ever existed, but others fester and
spread until they consume you.”
“Are
you telling me I should be afraid of him?” Bliss couldn’t believe Genny was
giving her advice about men. Didn’t she realize what went on in the clubhouse?
What did she know about men, anyway? She was barely nineteen.
Willa
had told her Genny had lived with a foster couple until she had turned
eighteen. Willa had wanted to help Genny find a home she could call her own.
Bliss knew that was why she had asked her if she would be interested in being
roommates with Genny.
Bliss
had thought they were mismatched but grudgingly had begun to feel a tendril of
liking for Genny.
“That’s
exactly what I’m telling you. A smart woman would steer clear of him.”
“No
one’s ever accused me of being smart,” Bliss said wryly.
About the Author
"I
was born in a small town in Kentucky. My family began poor, but worked their
way to owning a restaurant. My mother was one of the best cooks I have ever
known, and she instilled in all her children the value of hard work, and
education.
Taking
after my mother, I've always love to cook, and became pretty good if I do say
so myself. I love to experiment and my unfortunate family has suffered through
many. They now have learned to steer clear of those dishes. I absolutely love
the holidays and my family puts up with my zany decorations.
For
now, my days are spent writing, writing, and writing. I have two children who
both graduated this year from college. My daughter does my book covers, and my
son just tries not to blush when someone asks him about my books.
Currently
I am writing five series of books- The Last Riders, The VIP Room, Predators MC,
Biker Bitches, and The Dark Souls.
All
my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and
the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.”
