Vivi Wence perceives the world differently. Her ability to see auras helps her calm people’s inner demons. Her guileless nature draws people in and disarms them with an abundance of charm. The first time she sees Lincoln Rollison, she knew he was meant for her. After rescuing Vivi from being held captive, he sweeps her away on the back of his bike.
As treasurer of the Death Riders MC, and unbeknownst to everyone, Lincoln harbors his own superpower. Vivi is unlike anything he’s ever known. She makes him laugh. Makes him feel. He didn’t know how it happened, but she quickly becomes the most important person in his life.
A new threat to the Death Riders hovers on the horizon, one that sends a wave of sadness and anger to the club. Soon, they’ll have to face what’s coming for them all.
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The bigger man from the neck down looked downright sexy. Muscular arms. Broad shoulders. When he dismounted from his bike his jeans hugged all the right places. When he finally took off his helmet, her eyebrows shot up.
Good Lord. It was as if Regé-Jean Page had a baby with Gerard Butler and that baby was, well, the most exquisite perfection of male ever created. That was how beautiful this man was. He had dirty-blond hair that brushed his shoulders. She couldn’t see his eye color but it hardly mattered. With just one look, Vivi was over writing a book about stupid penises, and the men they were attached to. Her one goal now was to escape this room and meet the father of her future children.
She hurried to the door and tried it, discovering it locked tighter than a nun’s vagina. Damn it! Viv ran back to make sure her baby-daddy was still there. A tied-up man was escorted outside, being jostled about. A man in a black suit opened the rear door of the van and the tied-up man was thrown into the back. Panicked, because she really didn’t want to lose Beautiful Man, she tried to open the window. When it didn’t budge, she looked closer and noticed nails sealing it shut. Her gaze landed on the uncomfortable wooden chair that Cross had given her so she had one more thing to sit on, which she never did because the hard seat hurt her ass. If the window wouldn’t open, she would simply have to create a new exit. Picking up the chair, she brought it over her head and flung it forward. The glass shattered. She quickly tossed the chair aside and carefully leaned out the open window to wave frantically.
“Yoo-hoo!” she yelled. Several pairs of eyes swung up to her. “Hey, Beautiful Man! Not you, the other one. Also not you, sorry if that hurts your feelings.” Beautiful Man pointed at himself. “Yes, you. Would you like to get married? I think our babies would be the most adorable little people in the world. Stay right there, I’m coming down!”
Frantically, she grabbed the blankets off her bed and draped them over the broken window so she wouldn’t cut herself. Then, carefully, she lowered herself out to dangle high over the ground.
She clearly hadn’t thought this through.
“Beautiful Man! Can you help me?”