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Tessa Savage is on the job in Laughlin, Nevada, home to gambling, gangsters and Grayson ‘Sonny’ Holt, bar owner and bad boy biker. Gray is as big as a house, covered in ink, and would be sexy as hell if he didn’t scare the shit out of her.
When Tessa uncovers a problem with Gray’s finances, she opens the door to discovering Grayson’s greatest secret. Tessa’s more than happy to help—mistress style—except getting involved with Grayson Holt ends up being more than she can handle. The man is dangerous and she’s not only gambling her body to be with him, she’s risking her heart and soul to save him.
Readers are saying that Grayson Holt is their favorite hero so far out of all of Tessa’s paramours. I hate to play favorites, but he’s one of mine too!
Here’s an excerpt to whet your whistle (and other parts too?!)
How to Debauch a Biker – Excerpt
That’s the thing about Gray. I never know what to expect from him. One second he’s charging me, holding me captive against a wall, the next second he’s compliant, doing everything I ask him to do. It’s like his perceived sickness—which isn’t a sickness at all—has turned him into a wild, rabid animal. Unpredictable.
“Gray?” I call. “Are you okay?”
No answer.
Shit.
I take a deep breath and open the door to the bedroom. He’s still there. Not asleep. Nope. His legs are free, he must have broken the thinner cords—gulp—and his eyes are wide open. Shit-fucka-shit. It’s not a storm brewing in his fierce gaze, it’s a hurricane in full fury. Flashes of golden lightning pierce right through my leather jacket. Gusts of angry breaths ruffle my hair as I inch closer.
“Hold still,” I say, working the knots attaching him to the headboard. Whatever he’s done, whatever struggles have taken place, the knots are too tight and there’s no way I can undo them.
“Wait here.”
A low voice stops me in my tracks. “If you leave me again, I will kill you.”
My laughter has a panic-stricken quality to it. “I won’t leave. I promise. I just need scissors or a knife. I’ll be right back.”
With my arms wrapped around my mid-section, I stumble to the kitchen, replaying Gray’s threat over and over. I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you. No. Not Gray’s threat. That’s Sonny Holt lying on the bed in there.
After rifling through drawers, I find a sharp knife and hurry back to the bedroom to saw off the ties. “You should have used the word,” I mumble as I saw.
The cord gives and Gray lowers his arms with a groan. While his hands are still bound together, I scurry out of the bedroom, going back out into the common area, keeping a firm grip on the knife.
Seconds later he emerges, his limping gait slow and measured. His gaze narrows. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“Okay.” So he doesn’t like humiliation. I get it. I won’t do it again. No problem. Lesson learned. I swallow and then swallow again to keep the bile from rising.
“Drop the knife.”
Oh dear God.
“Come here.”
“Listen, Sonny…”
“Now.”
I drop the knife on the counter and come toward him. I am so not in control of this situation I don’t know what to do, so I abide by his demands. Will it pacify him? I guess I’m about to find out.
When I’m within reaching distance, he grabs the collar of my leather jacket and pulls me flush against him. He tugs up so that I’m forced onto tippy toes and we’re as close to eye to eye as we’re going to get.
“I should fuck you right now.”
I nod furiously. “It’d be within your rights.”
“But I won’t.”
“Okay.”
“Never again, Tessa.”
“Never again,” I agree, wetting my parched lips.
His feverish gaze drops to my mouth. Next thing I know, his head drops and his lips are on mine, punishing me for what I did. That powerful tongue forces my lips apart, gaining entrance without invitation. His hands slide to either side of my face, holding me in place. Any wrong move and the man could snap my neck with the least amount of effort.
“I warned you,” he whispers into my mouth, “not to fuck with me.”
Like the unpredictable man he is, Gray pushes me away as if I’m the one who forced a kiss on him and not the other way around. Swiping his lips with the back of his hand, he glares at me one last time before striding out the front door.
Ho-lee shit. I collapse into the nearest chair, wondering if I’ve gotten myself in over my head this time.
Daire St. Denis 