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Bellamy runs the motel where she’d been abandoned years earlier. The only thing she looks forward to is when Sawyer visits once a month, igniting a spark in her heart she thought was long extinguished.
Bellamy’s world is thrown into chaos one fateful night, when she witnesses a shadow creeping toward Sawyer’s door, ready to strike. In a moment of bravery, she rushes to his aid. As danger closes in, Sawyer knows they must escape and takes Bellamy with him.
After a misunderstanding, she and Sawyer leave to spend time together, and are ambushed by their enemy. With the hunter now becoming the hunted, they find refuge in a secluded cabin, where they must stand together against overwhelming odds. As Sawyer fights to keep them alive, Bellamy discovers the depths of her courage and the unbreakable bond between her and Sawyer.
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The sound of a motorcycle snapped her out of her memories, and anticipation caused her nerves to flutter into overdrive. She glanced at the desk calendar and couldn’t believe she had forgotten. Once a month, a biker she knew only as Sawyer came to spend the night. He was the only thing she had to look forward to in her self-imposed exile. The first time she’d met him, the hum of attraction he exuded scared her. Bikers didn’t have the best reputation, and her ex hadn’t instilled any confidence toward men, but slowly her apprehension turned into fascination. He had to be around her age, late thirties, with a body honed by his profession. Tall, muscular, with tats decorating each arm and along his fingers. She would bet money he had them all over his body. His dark hair had a few streaks of grey, as well as in his trimmed beard and mustache.
The motorcycle drew closer, so she set her dog-eared romance book aside and ran back into her little room to quickly brush her teeth. She combed her hair and pinched her cheeks for color. Trying hard not to be insecure as she stared at her reflection. Her blonde hair needed a trim, and shadows lingered under her hazel eyes like she needed a three-day nap. Oh well. Not much she could do with her appearance now.
Bellamy hurried back to the desk when she heard the motorcycle turn off. A moment later, Sawyer stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His hair was a little rumpled by his helmet, and his fierce, gray-eyed gaze was laser focused on her. His acute attention seemed to notice every little detail in the room, and Bellamy loved how those eyes watched her with intensity. Like he wanted to strip her naked, lay her on the counter, and fuck her brains out. And, if given the chance, she would gladly let him. It’d been a while since she’d had dick.
Good dick, that is.
“Hello, Sawyer,” she greeted, cringing inside at her breathy voice.
“Hello, Bellamy,” he greeted back.
He stepped up to the counter. For a moment, she was caught in the silken web of his eyes. Warmth engulfed her face at his slight smile, making her wish she’d never pinched her cheeks. Now, she had a sneaky suspicion that she looked like an overripe tomato. He leaned forward on his elbows, and she couldn’t help but mimic his posture. Their mouths rested an air-width apart.
