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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 64: LYON

"Colt, thank you for this, this is... I don't know what to say."

"It was your girls Cy, I had nothing to do with it; it was all mom and Kat."

"This is too much and that headstone, you can't tell me that thing is only worth two grand." As a matter of fact it was worth fifteen but he didn't need to know that.

"Didn't the guy tell you they were having some kind of crazy sale?" He gave me a look like he knew I was full of shit, which I pretended not to notice as I looked around at the people who had travelled with us.

There had to be a good sixty or seventy people here. The ones who stayed back were watching the kids or the business but everyone had pitched in in some way or the other.

Mom and Kat had come up with the idea of a small service, which had just ended and now we were having a picnic under the tree that Cy had chosen to shade his wife.