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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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Chapter 95: LYON

At the hospital I had to jump through hoops to get into her room. The fact that they'd been the ones to call my house with this shit didn't seem to matter. I had to use the pothead's name to get pass the dragon at the desk, she was going on my shit list too.

In the room I don't know what I was expecting to find. I had built this person up in my head as some sort of monster, but in the bed all I saw was a young woman who looked harmless enough. She didn't look like she was out to harm anyone and the empty look she turned my way didn't give me anything.

Too bad for her whoever she was that my gut was sending off warning bells like a son of a bitch. I put on my 'I give a fuck face' and went farther into the room. Please don't let me strangle this woman in this bed. That's my natural reaction to any danger I sense where my wife is concerned.

"Hello there I'm Colt, they tell me that you don't remember anything?"

"Are you my husband?"