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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 174: LYON

I got Mengele out of my bathroom half an hour later before she drowned and walked her to her room. "Daddy it's cold."

"Use your bathroom next time and you won't have to walk through the AC."

Her damn mother has the thermostat on permafrost because hey, no one else's comfort matters in this bitch and I dare any one of them to say shit.

She hid in the closet to get dressed while I sat on her bed trying to find the right words to tell her so she would go to sleep without worrying about her little friend.

She came back in her cute little girl pajamas, face freshly scrubbed and bright eyes. This kid in no way looks ready for bed.

I patted the mattress and she climbed in with a secret little smile. I knew that shit did not bode well for me and I was right. "Read me a story daddy."

The fuck! She reads better than me and have made a point of not wanting anyone to read her shit because she's a big girl. She's taking lessons from her mother.