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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 63: LYON

By the next morning things were back to normal. The party had broken up around midnight, kids had school the next day people had work and shit like that. Kat's first foray into the sisterhood had been a big hit; she was proud as fuck and so was I.

My woman could handle her shit and it was good that I won't have to rely on mom for those kinds of things in the future. I sound like a domesticated fuck.

"Babe get the lead out we've got work."

"I can't I'm calling out sick." She buried herself under the covers. I felt her forehead and there was no fever. I checked her over, nothing; she looked like she usually did every morning; bed rumpled and fuck hot. I smacked her on the ass to get her moving.

"Ouch that's just mean, besides, I am too sick I think you broke me last night or this morning or whenever."

"I wasn't the one doing Acrobatics babe. I think that last wine cooler you had loosened you up a little I have the sprained dick to prove it."