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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

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Chapter 113: LYON

"Where's Lydia?"

"Her little ass better be home in bed if she knows what's good for her. So what're we dealing with here bro?"

My boy Travis answered my call and showed up like I'd asked. I told him to come later in the night while Kat was asleep so she wouldn't stick her nose in my shit.

We stood in the middle of my driveway with two of his boys out of the glare of the streetlight. Anyone seeing us standing there, arms folded, legs spread, would think we were going into battle. We were all well over six feet, very imposing and the tats and muscles didn't help to dispel the notion of biker dudes up to no good.

"Fuck if I know, this chick just turned up here under the front wheel of Kat's car."

"What the fuck was she doing on your driveway?" See, like minds and shit.

"That's what I said but everyone else seems to think I'm blowing shit out of proportion."

"What does your gut say?"

"This is fucked."