This is probably a bad idea, I thought to myself. A very bad idea… Carmen just wants to forget about her drunken make-out session with the Skull Kings' most annoying member, Logan, until an unexpected arrival brings the two back together. Lisbeth is Liam Olsen's youngest sister, and she's trouble . The only clue to Lisbeth's time outside of Canyon City is the strange tattoo on her arm, and as her former babysitter, Carmen is determined to find out what she's running from this time... moreThis is probably a bad idea, I thought to myself. A very bad idea… Carmen just wants to forget about her drunken make-out session with the Skull Kings' most annoying member, Logan, until an unexpected arrival brings the two back together. Lisbeth is Liam Olsen's youngest sister, and she's trouble . The only clue to Lisbeth's time outside of Canyon City is the strange tattoo on her arm, and as her former babysitter, Carmen is determined to find out what she's running from this time. But Logan can't seem to stay away from Carmen or Lisbeth...and he has an agenda -and a secret- of his own. Follow-up to First Time Rider: A Skull Kings MC Novella. Warning: This 32,000 word novella contains mature language and sensual scenes using explicit detail. For readers 18 years of age and older, only. Excerpt: “You know what? I understand.” “You do?” “Yeah. I mean, we’re both crazy when we’re a little buzzed. I get that. You don’t have to try so hard to be nice. I’ll just forget it ever happened. I pretty much already did.” Logan’s shoulders dropped. He looked relieved. But when he spoke, there was a strain in his voice. “That is not what I was thinking.” My heart began beating faster. “What are you talking about?” Logan slid his chair toward me. “I don’t want to forget, Carmen. I want to finish what we started. That’s why I came here.” I bristled. “And what, pray tell, did you expect? That I’d just fling myself on my back? Gee, since you asked so nicely…” Suddenly, Logan reached out and grabbed my arms, clamping them into my sides. His grip was so tight that I could feel the pulse beating under the skin of his fingers. My heart gave a leap as he drew himself forward, so close that all I could see was the ice-blue of his eyes. “I could just take you myself if I wanted to,” he said in a low voice. He pressed the very tips of his fingernails into my skin and skimmed them down my arms. “I could push you down onto the floor and do whatever I want with you.” less
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