'Loving Me, Trusting You', ('Triple M' MC Series, Book #2)
a New Adult/Biker/Contemporary Romance Erotica Novel Recommended for Ages 18 and Up
(Book #1: 'Losing Me, Finding You' and Book#3: 'Needing Me, Wanting You' are available now!)
"Gaine Kelley is dangerous for me, especially now in this state of in-between where anything can happen."
The Triple M Motorcycle Gang has a new president in Austin Sparks, the bad boy biker that swept Amy Cross off her feet. And nobody's happier about that than Gaine Kelley. Now that his best friend has finally found the woman of his dreams, Gaine's free to go after Mireya. But what if she isn't ready yet? What if the demons from her past howl so loud she can't hear him calling?
Mireya Sawyer isn't ready for love. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Especially not when the one thing she's always fought for is called into question. Triple M may not be a 'real' MC, but they're posing as one, and there are people that don't like that. People who can't accept the way they do things and are willing to take the time to put a stop to it. With several rival gangs circling around, threatening the rights of the women in Triple M, Mireya knows it's time to forget her love affair with Austin and move on. Thing is, Gaine's not willing to stand on the sidelines anymore. He loves her, but can she trust him?
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LOVING ME, TRUSTING YOU EXCERPT:
I reach out and grab his leather jacket by the lapels, yanking him against me. I mean to push him back and then sock him in the face, but I don't quite get there. Instead, that heat and desire and desperation to be wanted as much as I want, fills me, consumes me and then spits me back out into the world, cold and wanting. I let go of his jacket and slide my arms beneath the leather, holding Gaine tight while he teases me with his lips, pressing barely there kisses against my mouth, avoiding the tangle of my tongue with his. He keeps it strictly mouth to mouth, less vulgar, more intimate somehow. I don't quite know what to think.
“Mireya?” It's Amy's voice, flitting through the curtain into this quiet darkness. It smells like oil and gasoline, rusted metal and cracked leather. Maybe that's why I'm so intoxicated? I stare past Gaine's shuttered lips and watch as she moves into the room, pausing when she sees us. Her small mouth turns into a perfect, little 'O' and she reaches back to stop her friend from following after her. “They're not here,” she says instead, and then in a swirl of floral skirts, turns away and disappears again. Somehow, it seems she knows what I need even more than I do. Uppity, little b****.
Gaine's fingers tighten slowly but surely, weaving into my hair and holding me still while he savors me, opening up a bit, letting me in, so that I can brush my tongue against his. We kiss slow and sensual, sizzling. I want to take the next step, but I don't, waiting for him to move first. He doesn't. He just keeps kissing, holding me like he's never going to let go, trapping me between old metal and uncertainty.
