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Genre: Adult MC Romance
Scarlett Chase is every man’s wet dream.
As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.
That is, until I found out she was untouchable.
One kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets and stripped of who I am.
Yet I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damn rules.
Wolf Stone is my obsession.
Ever since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by the man.
His possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound.
One touch, and he lights me on fire.
But I want more.
I not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself.
But he won’t budge, and now it’s up to me to entice his sleeping wolf.
If there ever existed a true, predatory alpha male, then Wolf Stone was it. The son of a bitch was sinfully hot and he knew it. Arrogant, dominating, and as the leader of Hell’s Lovers, he was ultimately dangerous. So, how the hell did a girl like me get involved with such a dark soul?
I’m his lawyer. His go to girl. The one who gives him all the advice he needs when he’s making any business deal on his club.
I met him a year ago. I was broken down on the side of the road when the revving of a Harley caught my attention. How did I knew it was a Harley, you ask? My Dad. He had one when I was growing up. I’ll never forget the roaring of its engine as it came down the road.
I took my chances and ran out, trying to wave the person down. I regretted it the instant he pulled over. He was tall, broad shouldered, and built. Oh my God, was he built. He was wearing a black leather jacket and dark washed jeans. His boot heels made a distinct clicking sound as he approached me.
“You havin’ troubles?”
His voice had a rich rumble that made me nearly drop to my knees. You may not believe me, but the man dripped sex. He stood there staring at me, looking all male and perfect. I was crazy to be attracted to him, but I couldn’t help it, my body trembled with need at the sight of him. I lost my voice as he took his aviators off. His face wasn’t handsome. It was manly, a rugged jawline, thick lips, and the clearest set of blue eyes that competed with the clearest of skies. He ran a hand through his jet-black locks and I was fixated. The man was about to become my obsession.
“Are you alright?” He asked, and I tried to snap out of my trance. I was grateful for my sunglasses that covered my features as I checked him out.
“Um, I think my radiator blew.”
“Damn.” He mumbled and bent under the hood. He moved around some cables and grimaced. “Yup. Looks like it ruptured. You’re not gonna be going anywhere for a while.”
My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl ask for?
I started writing at the age of sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out. Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues, without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am satisfied.