Lendle

Jason Fowler will do whatever it takes to save his club.

For ten years, the Seven Devils MC and its president Jason Fowler have kept the sleepy Californian town of Gold Creek out of the influence of the drug lords to the south. But now, they find themselves targeted by the ruthless Norte Mexicali cartel—who are looking to erase them for good.

Blanche Herrera is the best at what she does.

With a sweet face and an innocent laugh, nobody ever suspected her to be one of the most deadly assassins for the Norte Mexicali cartel. When told that removing Jason Fowler will help the cartel bring peace to Gold Creek, Blanche takes up the job without hesitation.

She never thought she’d fall into his world.

Blanche knows to keep business and pleasure strictly separated, but there’s something about Jason Fowler that is making it difficult to separate the two. And when she finds herself tumbling into his bed, she’ll start questioning just where her loyalty truly lies.

EXCERPT

"Come," Jason shook his head. Possessively, he guided her into the house. The decor of the home was rich and warm. The natural elements of stone and wood were sensual. They had a mood altering effect on Blanche as did the very nearness to Jason. He sat her down on a very luxurious overstuffed sofa and fetched a first aid kit.

"It's not that bad," she protested, but he didn't pay any attention.

He popped open a jar of ointment and applied it to the area. He was on his knees, situated between hers, touching her intimately as silvered moonlight filtered into the room. They were alone now, two people with intense chemistry, having endured yet another hair-raising moment. Opportunity and passion turned their heads and they regarded each other, slowly coming together. Jason's hand traveled higher up her leg towards her center as they joined in a kiss.

Blanche just naturally reclined, backing up and over to make room for him as he drew up next to her. They kissed each other with everything they had, as though they had been starving the entire time up to that moment. He deftly skimmed the cotton fabric from her skin and she arched into him--fitting so perfectly within the palm of his powerful but gentle hand. He smelled so wonderful with such an intoxicating blend of masculinity and spice. The tendrils of his hair brushed her forehead as his tongue languidly mated with hers.

Blanche wanted this man so.