Broken — Evelyn Glass

Jim Wade is a broken man trying to put the pieces back together.

Struggling to walk the straight and narrow path after his old lady overdosed on painkillers and vodka almost a year ago, the only consistency in Jim's life is the strong bond he shares with his brothers of the Steel Talons MC.

Susan McGregor is keen to impress her colleagues.

A paramedic trying to secure a full-time position with her ambulance crew, Susan knows it's only a matter of time until someone calls for help from the wild biker parties on the outskirts of town.

At the right place at the right time.

When an accident sends Jim's bike crashing against a streetlight, he finds himself in front of Susan. Though his physical injuries are superficial, his psychological wounds begin opening up under the tender lingering touch of a woman who seems too prim and proper to ever fall for a rough biker.

With only so many hours in a day who will give first, the girl or the biker?

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The minute he had her inside, she jerked back. “What the hell are you doing?”



Now his voice was louder. “I'm saving you some embarrassment, unless you want a bunch of bikers harassing you every time they pass you on the street. What in the name of Christ were you thinking, showing up here? Barreling in like some kind of Smokey and the Bandit reject?”



“So you have a problem with my car now?” Susan blustered.



“I don't care about the car, it's your driving that sucks.”



“Oh, you're one to talk. At least I have good aim. Or were you jockeying to hit the light post? I can't remember the details. My memory was compromised when I was assaulted in the back of my own ambulance.”



Jim shook his head, his jaw twitching. “If you want assaulted, I can show you assaulted.”



She spread her arms in a dare, wanting to smash her fist in his face. “Come on, Wade. Prove who you really are.”

Like lightning, he grabbed her wrists, spun her around, and pinned her against the wall, hands over her head. He used his body to trap her, and she couldn't seem to get enough air, her chest heaving as she tried. “Let go of me,” she said, but there was no force behind it. All the fight seemed to have been knocked out of her when her back hit the wall.



He smiled that arrogant smile of his and pushed his body harder against her. “You don't want me to let you go. Not really.”



And now she could feel that he didn't want to let go, either.