Hawk's Property:Insurgents Motorcycle ClubBy: Chiah Wilder
An Insurgents MC Romance
From the first time Hawk saw her, he knew he wanted to do dirty things to her in his bed.
Hawk, the muscled, tatted, badass Vice President of the Insurgents Motorcycle Club, sees women as bed warmers, nothing more. He never stays with the same woman, and although there are plenty of women who want to be his old lady, he wants none of that.
He doesn’t date.
He doesn’t let chicks ride on the back of his bike.
He doesn’t fall in love.
And that suits him just fine until he meets her whose eyes light a fire in him. Problem is she’s not so easy to get into his bed. Hawk wants her. And when Hawk wants something he takes it.
Cara Minelli doesn’t want to go to the biker bar, but her friend talks her into it. Swearing off men since she caught her fiancé cheating on her right before her wedding, she has buried herself in her career not wanting a man in her life. Until she sees him. He is sexy, rough, crude, and oh so very wrong for her. So why can’t she stop thinking of all the nasty things he’ll do to her if she relents and lets him in her bed?
Then a vicious killer who has been strangling women in the area focuses on Cara. Police think bikers are involved. Can Cara set aside her trust issues and let Hawk into her life?
Hawk sees it as his job to protect what is his…and Cara is very much his even if she doesn’t know it yet. Cara keeps her heart guarded, but when danger comes calling, their lives collide. Hawk will stop at nothing to keep Cara safe and make her “Property of Hawk”.
The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Hawk and Cara’s love story. This book contains violence, strong language, and steamy sexual scenes. HEA. No cliffhangers! The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.
He stood in the corner of the empty, concrete warehouse barely breathing, the anticipation of what was to come taking hold of him. Time seemed to stand still as he waited for the roar of the bikes, the vibrations of their powerful engines. They would arrive soon, bringing a sexy treat with them, then the desire clenching his cock would be satiated.
The four motorcycles roared to a stop in front of the building. The lead biker pulled his passenger off his bike. A trembling girl with platinum blonde hair stood in front of him, appearing awkward in her too-high heels and her tight-fitting spandex skirt, her cropped, red top barely covering the underside of her small breasts.
Dragging her behind him as he entered the warehouse, the biker said, “Hey, I gotcha somethin’ extra special.” His voice bounced off the metal walls.
From the shadows, the man appeared. The girl stood in the middle of the room with crossed arms. Her lips and chin quivered. A smile broke out over his face and he whistled softly under his breath, nodding in approval. “You did good. She’s perfect.”
“We know you like ’em young and tasty.” The biker shoved the girl in front of him.
Moving toward the girl, the man said to the biker, “I will take care of you, as promised.”
“Fuck yeah, man. You take care of us, and we’ll take care of you. There ain’t no shortage of pretty young things. Have fun.”
The warehouse door clanged shut and the girl flinched at the motorcycles’ roaring engines. She and the man stood, listening to the bikes as they disappeared into the night.
“What’s your name, little one?”
Looking down, she said in a low voice, “Nadyia.”
“Well, Nahdeeah, you and I are going to have a real good time. You treat me right, and I’ll treat you right, okay?”
Nodding slowly, Nadyia tugged her top down. Watching her shift from one foot to another, his eyes took in her petite figure. When he touched her hair, a glimmer of hatred shone in her eyes.