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Biker bitch? Not this chick.
I can’t stand my father and his group of criminals and what better way to get back at my father, the President, then to sleep with one of them?
Poor little Prospect, he never saw me coming.
When my safety is jeopardized yet again by the MC, it’s not the Prospect to my rescue though, it’s a hell bound Nomad out for blood and my heart.
“Not much. Cinderella painted her toenails when we first got there. Then she floated around the lake on a small air mattress and on the way back asked if your name was really Viking.”
Saint leans forward. “No fucking way. Her name’s Cinderella? The blonde one? I bet she’s a goddamn fairy tale in bed,” he finishes, eyeing Sinner.
Letting loose a deep growl, I slam my fist down on the table, hard enough to make the drinks bounce and everyone jump to catch them. I swear if he speaks about fucking her again I’m going to lose my shit. I’m not nearly buzzed enough to deal with bullshit comments about the woman I recently killed for.
She is a Texas girl who is crazy about football. Sapphire has always had a knack for writing, whether it is poems or stories.
She originally studied psychology and that has only added to her passion for writing. Sapphire has two boys and has been married for ten years.
When she’s not busy in her writing cave, she’s busy playing with her three Doberman Pinschers.
She loves to donate to help animals and watching a good action movie.