The Devil in Her Bed (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club #1)

Jenny Carter doesn't want protection, she wants revenge.
When twenty-two year old law school student Jenny Carter learns from her father John--the president of the Heartless Devils MC--that her mother's recent death was not an accident but a pre-meditated murder, she vows to seek revenge against her mother's killers. But instead, all she gets is a bodyguard from the club assigned by her father and a stern warning to keep her nose out of it all.

Asher Lowe isn't a fan of babysitting jobs.
Sergeant-at-arms for the Heartless Devils MC, Asher is a rough criminal and a stone-cold outlaw--an amalgamation of nothing but hard muscles, tattoos and testosterone that Jenny can't tear her gaze from. Devilishly handsome and a man of action, he is exactly what Jenny is looking for: the opportunity for revenge.

He is the best thing that's ever happened to her.
As Jenny picks up things that a biker's daughter ought to know--ride, shoot, and watch her back--under the watchful eyes of Asher, she suddenly finds herself with the stark realization that she's falling for the hard man guiding her through her new life. She can't afford any distractions right now, but as she spends more and more time around Asher, it'll become harder and harder to keep him out of her mind and her bed.

EXCERPT

He accepted the drink with a nod. A beer would be better, but this beat nothing.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t have to sit out there. Why didn’t you go to the clubhouse or something?”

“I can’t protect you from the clubhouse.”

“What did you think was going to happen? I’ve known Anna and Chrysta for a couple of years and they haven’t tried to kill me yet.”

“I wasn’t worried about them. If I were, I would have never left the apartment. Don’t worry about it. How was your evening?”

“It was okay.”

He took a sip of his wine, grimacing slightly at the sour taste before setting it on the coffee table. Yes… a beer would be much better. She took a sip then carefully placed her water on the table—the glass only wobbling slightly—before she turned to look at him.

“Just okay?” he asked with a grin. This girl needs to loosen up and learn how to party!

“Yeah.” She looked at her hands. Why not? He is here, and I’m here and lubricated with wine. I really, really want him. She moved to a kneeling position on the sofa, facing him.

He watched her warily. What is she up to? She shifted herself closer until their faces were almost touching, as she moved her hand up to gently cup his face. Her eyes were darting from his eyes to his lips, and it was clear what she wanted. He didn’t know what to do. He was attracted to her, that much was true, but she was slightly drunk, and her inhibitions were lowered…and that could lead to a whole mess of trouble.