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Lyon

Jordan Silver is the author of more than one hundred and fifty novels and novellas spanning multiple genres including romance, erotica and new adult fiction. All works feature over the top alpha males and the women who love them, with a happily ever after guarantee. Colton Lyon is a tough as nails biker who has no time for bullshit. He’d long given up the easy life afforded him by his wealthy upbringing to live life on his own terms. He lives hard and loves harder but has yet to meet a woman he’s wanted for more than a few screws that is until he meets his new assistant. The mousy little filly who’s afraid of her shadow. He gave her a week, even though his right hand man had begged him to give her the job. Nothing he hates more than sniveling females afraid of their own damn shadow. Kat’s moving halfway across the country to escape a dark past that’s left her scarred. Barely eighteen, she should have her whole life ahead of her, but instead fear has robbed her of the spark she once had. When she first meets her new boss she knows there’s no way she could take the job, he’s just too much of everything with his gruff demeanor and those smoldering looks. The first time she almost swooned at the sight of his muscular tattooed arms she knew she was in trouble. Meanwhile; Colton was trying to figure out what kind of hex the little mouse had worked on him to keep her on his mind. No matter how he tries to avoid it, there’s just something about her that keeps him

Jordan Silver · Urban
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179 Chs

Chapter 165: LYON

In the morning it was daddy's turn to corral the herd and get them situated for the day. I had Cody on my hip while I prepared breakfast.

These fucks don't know what dry cereal looks like, except during summer vacation, ain't that a bitch. Their mother and grandmothers spoil their asses and what they don't do, the grandfathers pick up the slack.

I got the bacon from the oven and scrambled a couple dozen eggs. The noise level was off the charts becauseMengele. She was arguing with her brothers that our night out was better than theirs.

I guess I should be happy that my kids don't have anything more serious to argue about. Their mother waddled in just when they were finishing up and I had to feed her miserable ass.

Of course she didn't want anything I made and it took damn near half an hour to figure out what she wanted. I got her the fruit she said she wanted and sat with her while her kids tried to tear my fucking

house apart with their shit.