Gunner:
Okay, let me be clear. I was not stalking her. I was intently watching her.
From the moment my Little Lamb tried to throw her drink in my face, I knew she was mine. Fate kept putting her in my path, so of course I took the hint.
Now, my brothers called it stalking. I called it protecting.
When my Little Lamb is called to help after an attack, I learn she carries the weight of everyone else’s needs. I can also see what that weight is doing to her.
Good thing I’m the Sargeant at Arms of the Silver Shadows, because no one is more qualified to shoulder her needs than my giant ass.
Haizley:
As a trained therapist, it’s my job to listen and help others with their problems. I love my job and I’m good at it, but I’m lousy with my own needs.
When I try to put myself out there, my disciplined, uncomplicated world spins out of control.
All because of one giant ass biker with a voice that curls my toes.
His whispered promises are everything my heart desires and my body demands I submit.
Too bad my rational brain refuses to listen.
Everything comes to a head when I’m forced to make a split-second decision and when I finally stop resisting the big bad wolf, I learn that submission isn’t about surrendering, it’s about the thrill of an unknown desire.
Ann Silver
