The House of Hands and Hearts and Hair — C.M. Stunich

The Alpha Wolves Motorcycle Club President wants me for his old lady.

Like that could ever happen.

Royal McBride is a total a-hole. He's rude, impulsive, and the rest of his club hates me. Of course, the man in question has a lethal swagger, a sinful smirk, and a British accent that melts my lacy crotchless panties. Plus, the guy's got timber wolves as pets and lives in a Victorian house by the sea.

How could I say no to that?

But I can never forget that he's the head of a criminal organization that's in trouble with both the FBI and a rival MC. If I thought things were bad before, they're about to get worse. Danger is in his job description; outlaw is his whole life.

A turf war between two clubs is no place for the mayor's daughter; in the tattooed arms of the man in charge feels exactly like where I belong.

Falling into bed with him was a big mistake; falling in love with him could be deadly.

A motorcycle club president … an aspiring politician. There's no way in hell this is going to work.

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Risky and Wild - a full-length motorcycle club romance with no cliff-hanger, a sexy British bad boy president and a sense of humor (plus lots of crotchless panties, psychopathic blond guys with killer tattoos, and a gun toting Pint-Size heroine). (Book #1 "Raw and Dirty" is included FREE in the back for a limited time! Book #3 "Savage and Racy" coming soon!)

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ALSO BY VIOLET BLAZE

-Stepbrother Inked (a bad boy romance about a hot tattoo artist)

-Stepbrother Thief (an alpha male romance about a sexy jewelry thief)

-Biker Rockstar Billionaire CEO Alpha (coming soon!)

-Losing Me, Finding You (by C.M. Stunich, a motorcycle club romance)

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"RISKY AND WILD" EXCERPT

Royal's full mouth curves to the side in a lazy, sexy smile.

“You smell like my shampoo,” he says as he looks me over, nice and slow, from my head all the way down to my toes. “I like that. A lot.” I watch as Royal steps out of his jeans and joins me in the shower, sliding the glass door closed behind him.

In this tight space, it's impossible for me not to look. Royal's just standing there in all his six foot four glory, his c*** rigid and proud, the hot water sluicing between his lips, sliding over hardened muscles and tattoos.

I press my body against the wall when all I really want to do is drop to my knees and put my mouth around the head of his c***. My heart starts to flutter again, and I feel light-headed and dizzy. Too much, too early, too little sleep.

A moan slips out when Royal reaches over and slides his hand down my shoulder, taking hold of my wrist and pulling it away from my b*****s.

“I have to go to work,” I say, but it's not really a protest at all. In fact, that also seems to come out in moan format. Maybe I'm just not capable of talking when I have Royal McBride naked and erect in front of me? “I have to … mmm.”

Royal pulls my hand away from my p***y and pins my wrists above my head, leaning down and taking my lower lip between his teeth. I lean into his touch, arching my neck and trying to connect our mouths for a kiss. The a**hole doesn't let me, pulling back with a wicked smirk burning across his lips.

“What was that, sweetheart? I didn't quite hear you. You have to do what now?”

“You're such a … a p***k,” I say, but Royal just laughs at me, his dark hair wet and sticking to his forehead as he holds me in place with his left hand, tracing my body with his right. His touch electrifies, leaves a trail across my skin that feels like it must be burned. Each spot his fingertips graze over feels marred, marked, like I could never wash away the sensation of his touch. Like I'd never even want to.