Blacksteel Bandits MC Series by Evelyn Glass

Forgive. Miranda Groves is trying to find what she wants in life, but after a string of failed relationships, she’s beginning to give up hope -- maybe she is destined to become an old cat lady. To make matters worse, she’s heard her ex is back in town, and that might mean trouble… Forget... moreForgive. Miranda Groves is trying to find what she wants in life, but after a string of failed relationships, she’s beginning to give up hope -- maybe she is destined to become an old cat lady. To make matters worse, she’s heard her ex is back in town, and that might mean trouble… Forget. Heading home wasn’t in Tyler Reese’s plans, but with things falling apart among the Blacksteel Bandits, a little getaway is just what he needs -- curl up with some good liquor and some bad girls, have a good time. But all that changes when he runs into his high school sweetheart… Fixate. Miranda knew he wasn’t good for her, and everyone always told her so. Nothing ever good came from a sweet-talker on two wheels in a leather jacket, and Tyler knew she deserved better than what he had to offer. But when their eyes meet, they realize some things that should have changed… didn’t. EXCERPT His grin drained away as he hastily added, “And you're my ex. Unless you want a one-night stand, I should probably go.” There was no way in a million years Miranda would agree to a fling. He was in the clear. Tyler turned toward the exit, but something in him bade him to linger. If the fling were with anyone other than Tyler, she would have let him go. But, her mind hinged on 'closure' and her hormones cheered it on – one last night to feel his body, to feel his breath hot on her throat and his teeth raking over her skin, to have him fill her, one last time. Miranda's body ached at the very thoughts. In a flat, matter-of-fact tone, she answered him, “I know.” “What?” Tyler's eyes widened, shock and surprise rollicked through his thoughts. Heat coiled in his core and anticipation lit across his nerves. “What we had is gone, but…” She struggled with her words, her gaze falling to her hands. Her fingers tangled into the hem of her shirt, before she shyly peeked up at Tyler. “We never got a last hoorah, did we?” “No, we didn't.” Tyler agreed, wholeheartedly. He stared at Miranda, his eyes focusing on her: her fingers knotted into the flimsy blouse, her hair tucked back into a bun – begging to be undone – and her eyes seeking his gaze through her long, dark lashes. Everything inside Tyler clenched, before his self-control shattered. He growled to himself, running a hand through his hair, “Fuck it.” Those two words barely registered in Miranda's mind before Tyler was on her. Her back slammed against her door as his palms cupped her face. His lips ravaged hers, his tongue invading her mouth. She gasped against his kiss, before her eyes fluttered shut. Miranda leaned into Tyler and his hands drifted down her body. His fingers worked along her sides, enjoying her curves, before doubling back to her breasts. He squeezed and fondled her through her shirt and bra, noting Miranda's nipples were pleasantly hard. Excitement shot to his groin. Miranda whimpered under his touch, her back arching. Tyler let an appreciative groan shudder from his lips. If he didn't get Miranda behind that door, he'd take her right there in the hallway. less

It all comes crashing down… Just when Miranda thinks she’s found her second chance at love, it’s taken away from her in the blink of an eye. Now she’s left to pick up the pieces all over again… And his walls are crumbling, too Tyler keeps telling himself he made the right choice... moreIt all comes crashing down… Just when Miranda thinks she’s found her second chance at love, it’s taken away from her in the blink of an eye. Now she’s left to pick up the pieces all over again… And his walls are crumbling, too Tyler keeps telling himself he made the right choice. But if he did, why does it feel so wrong? He knew getting tangled up again with the past is a bad idea, especially when he’s got bigger things to worry about now… The fight is not over yet, and things are about to get more heated than ever Miranda and Tyler have gotten a taste of each other and they’re beginning to find out that sample wasn’t enough: they might just be addicted… But with Tyler’s plans rapidly spiraling out of control, secrets and lies uncovered, will they be able to come back for more? EXCERPT Tyler struggled to find the words resonating in his surprised thoughts. “What are you doing?” She took a moment to reply. What was she doing? This man had dragged her into a life-threatening situation. How could she even stomach touching him? Miranda realized her dissent took the voice of her family and she could see them, scowling down at her for her ill-thought actions. There were only two options in this situation: help him and risk death or find sanctuary in a foreign country. She didn't need to choose right away, though. Did she? “I have a few hours to make a decision, right?” Miranda queried, tilting her head back. She licked her lips, her gaze locked to his face. “This might actually be our last meeting.” Tyler fell silent. She had a point. The only reason to stay in Legacy would be to help him. Pete's lackeys established Miranda's connection to him - and verified it tenfold. If she left tomorrow for foreign soil, she had nothing to worry about. There were still hours left before morning roused the town from their beds. A lot could happen in that time frame. She shoved him back onto the bed. Excitement licked up his body as his back impacted against the squeaky mattress. Miranda climbed atop him, a slight smile coiling along her lips. She didn't make it far up his body. Her fingers tugged on the fastenings of his jeans, coaxing his quickly hardening erection from the depths of his pants. She watched his reactions, a thrill rising through her thoughts. She had complete and utter control over this situation, unlike what happened earlier. Warmth tugged at her thoughts. He was putty in her hands and she knew just where to stroke to make him melt further. Yet, somehow, Tyler always managed to surprise her in the most delightful ways. less

Choices must be made. Tyler has been waiting a long time for this moment: Pete is going down for all of his crimes and all of the lives he’s ruined, and he’s going to make things right. Everything is falling into place… Except that he might just have to let go the love of his life for a second time… Choices will decide it all. Miranda finally has what she wants: the man she’s always loved, and now the aching gap in her heart is something close to healed... moreChoices must be made. Tyler has been waiting a long time for this moment: Pete is going down for all of his crimes and all of the lives he’s ruined, and he’s going to make things right. Everything is falling into place… Except that he might just have to let go the love of his life for a second time… Choices will decide it all. Miranda finally has what she wants: the man she’s always loved, and now the aching gap in her heart is something close to healed. Now all she needs to do is figure out if he feels the same, and help him unravel a money scandal the likes of which she’s never seen. And choices will determine fate of your heart… Tyler’s been the underdog his whole life. Miranda has never been able to follow her dreams. This is the last chance they’ll have to break free… but will the good girl and the bad boy be able to stop denying their desires when it’s all over? EXCERPT Her head was heavy with thoughts after the scare with Baldie. She needed something to get her mind off all the somber thoughts. Her gaze flickered from Tyler, taking in the room. It was one of the worst motels they had the displeasure to stay at. “It's the last night in this motel room.” “Yeah, it is,” Tyler answered, not quite sure about Miranda's sudden change in attitude. She threw him a sidelong gaze. Her gaze darkened as a teasing smile twitched at her lips. “Same ritual as the last ones?” Tyler couldn't help the small grin that tugged over his lips. His eyes danced with excitement as he asked, “You want to?” “Today has been strenuous.” Her hand crept up his shirt, bunching a handful of cloth into a fist. She pulled and he bent slightly at the waist. She leaned close to his ear, catching his earlobe against her lips. She quickly released him, letting her hot words raze the inside of his ear, “For now, let's just have fun.” She caught his lips as she pushed herself up on her tiptoes. Both of her hands grasped at his collar, and pulled. The buttons of his button-down shirt pinged and ricocheted in chaotic directions. Pleasure twanged through his body. Never had a woman torn his clothes from his body. Her lips, hot and wet, worked their way down his body. From his lips, down his throat, over his chest. As she razed over his upper torso, she gently led him backward, until his legs slapped against the bed. Tyler stumbled and grunted, landing heavily on the squeaky bed. The bed frame groaned under him. His new position didn't disturb her. Miranda gracefully descended to her knees, her hands a few steps ahead of her. As she skirted over his belly, her nimble fingers undid the button. Her gaze flickered to his face as the zipper hissed. Tyler inhaled sharply, suppressing shudders as she pinned him under her hot leer. His pants slid down his legs and pooled around his feet. His toes curled into the threadbare motel carpet as Miranda lowered herself even farther. A groan rumbled through his chest, delighting in her small ministrations. With a mind of their own, his hands trailed to Miranda's head, his fingers tangled in her hair. less