Thursday, July 4, 2013

Loving Me Trusting You

 Loving Me, Trusting You

 The Triple M Series #2

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?

Genre: New Adult/Erotica/Motorcycle Gang
Mature - Ages 18
Goodreads Link to Book #1:
Release Day: June 25th, 2013
Blurb: TBA - But let's just say that you get to know Gaine a lot more  
(Book one is on  SALE for 99 CENTS until June 25th!)

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right now, and we've got less than two weeks to go before the journey  


"Austin Sparks crushes me against the pool table with his hips, the  

roughness of his jeans rubbing against the smoothness of my thighs as  

he pushes up my skirt with his warm hands.

    'Get ready for this, beautiful.' "

Twenty-one year old Amy Cross's idea of a hot Saturday night is  

curling up with her favorite book boyfriend and secretly sneaking a  

bottle of her mother's wine.  That is, until she meets Austin Sparks,  

the biker boy with a past that burns like fire and a gaze she can't  
look away from.  Without knowing what she's doing or why she's doing  
it, Amy ends up on the road with Austin traveling from one city to  
another while learning things she's only ever read about in romance  

At first it seems like Austin is Amy's fantasy come true, but as their  

journey progresses, she starts to sense that Austin is running away  

from something.  Amy knows that she'll do whatever it takes to help  

him find himself.  What she doesn't expect is that she'll lose herself  
in the process and how good it will feel to be free.


?Take 'em off.  This is your next lesson.  If you don't wear a skirt,  

be prepared to take off your pants.  Come on, sugar, let's get to it.  

We've gotta hurry before somebody drives by and sees us.?

?You're serious?? I ask him, getting chills and a gut wrenching belly  
ache.  Oh God, yes.  I can't believe I waited twenty-one years for  
this feeling.  It's incredible.
?As a heart attack,? Austin says, taking a drag on his cigarette and  
tossing it to the ground, so he can smash it under his boot.  I nibble  
my lip for a moment and then start to unbutton my jeans.  Austin's  
eyes follow the motion and narrow when I pause with the zipper halfway  
?Take off your shirt,? I command him.  I want to see what's under  
there.  Three times we've had sex and not once have I gotten to see  
his chest and belly.  He grins at me and obliges, tearing the black  
fabric off and tossing it down alongside his vest.
Austin is ? Well, God, Austin is ripped.  He's tight and muscular and  
I can see every muscle in his belly as clear as day.  His skin  
stretches hot and slick over the firmness of his chest and stomach,  
dipping into his pants with a sprinkle of sandy hair.  Above his pecs,  
he's got another skull tattoo surrounded by roses and on either side,  
a gun pointing inwards.  Sweat glides across the colorful piece of art  
and gets caught between his muscles, sliding down and soaking into the  
waistband of his jeans.
I practically tear my boots and pants off in my frenzy to touch him.  
I can't wait.
?Panties,? he commands me, and I pause.  Being pants-less in the  
middle of the road is one thing, but being pantie-less is quite  
another altogether.
?Austin ? ?  He grins at me and reaches down, unzipping his own pants.  
  My gaze follows his hands involuntarily, mesmerizing me.
?Better hurry before somebody comes along and we get interrupted.?



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