Patricia Logan comes from small town America where people still believe in true love. In a house filled with family, friends and pets, she sometimes laments the lack of time just to sit down and write, though surrounded by those she loves, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Patricia falls in love with the heroes she writes about each and every time she puts their lives down on paper. She loves sexy men and hates her villains more than the reader does. It helps to hate the bad guys. It makes the story so much richer. She realized a very long time ago that the world is filled with people who live diverse and amazing lifestyles and she tries to capture the beauty of such diversity in her writing.
Patricia has had a diverse career life. She’s been a jeweler, an AIDS hospice nurse and a “dreaded” mortgage broker. She hopes that the various walks of life she’s taken come out in her work. A busy mother of four and a “stage mom” for her youngest, she always seems to be in motion.
Jake Maxfield, the sexy blue-eyed banker who’s recently seen his mortgage career end in the midst of economic downturn inherits a property in a rural Texas town. The widowed father of two relocates from Southern California only to find that the one thing he never expected has happened and will change his life and everything he’d previously thought about himself forever. The person he meets and falls in love with is nothing like his dead wife Molly. Instead, Jake finds his soul mate in the form of Cade Littlebear, a huge hunk of long haired male biker all wrapped up in a drop dead leather clad package.
Jake and Cade find that combining their lives and their teenaged families is work enough for the faintest of heart but their greatest challenge lies ahead. Their very lives are threatened by a narrow-minded group of bigots who set out to destroy their very existence. They are determined not to hide who they are and live in the shadows. From the boardroom to the back of a chopper, these sexy heroes, Jake and Cade burn up the pages with love scenes that give new meaning to the word “HOT”.
A young girl dismounted from behind the driver and turned to give him a kiss as she walked away, grinning and waving back at him. Jake noted her smile was stunning, all teeth in a beautiful Native American face. Her long hair was braided down the back of her blouse almost to her rear end, and she wore a light, flowing, chiffon-type skirt. Gee, where had that come from, chiffon? Jake decided at that moment that he'd definitely been watching way too much of the Fashion Channel, but Fashion Runway was wonderful! What in the hell was wrong with him?
Jake watched the girl a moment more before deciding that she must be around the same age as Grace. Jake was just about to turn away as the man dismounted and rose up, towering above the bike as he stepped to the ground. Jake's jaw nearly hit the dirt. He stood rooted in place as the man's leather-covered body rose to its full height. Wow! The only thing Jake could think was Wow, okay, fucking WOW! The guy must have been six foot five at least without the totally gorgeous black leather riding boots, which gave him an added three inches in stature. Jake had always thought himself a tall man at six foot four; he'd towered above everyone in his office, but this guy beat him out easily.
What stunned Jake about this man was the almost instantaneous reaction he had to the guy. A lightning bolt shot to Jake's cock as the man turned to him, meeting his eyes for the first time. As if in slow motion, the biker reached up, removing his silver helmet and allowed his waist-length black hair to spill down his back like a midnight waterfall. It was the sexiest thing Jake had ever seen, and when the man locked emerald eyes on him and smiled, Jake almost came in his jeans. What the fuck had just happened?
Jake couldn't move. He felt paralyzed by the intense gaze of the stranger as his eyes raked Jake's form up and down. Jake had always thought of himself as completely heterosexual. After all, he had loved Molly and had never had to fight an attraction to another man. Jake felt himself grip the door of the Mustang until he thought the bones would pop through his white knuckles and he'd bend the metal. He took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm his breathing and, at the same time, relate what was happening with his body in reaction to this man's gaze. His cock had hardened to steel, and he knew instinctively that it was visible to the biker, who simply stood there, continuing to grin at Jake's reddening face.
Finally, letting out the breath that he only then realized he'd been holding, Jake frowned and broke eye contact with the stranger, turning back toward his car as he slammed the door a little too hard. He heard crunching on the ground and waited until the footsteps faded before raising his head and turning around. The stranger had disappeared from the parking lot, and Jake was alone. Lowering his eyes to his hands, which clutched the roof of his car, he noted the tremors. He knew, down deep inside of himself, that something had just changed in his life.
Sexy, selfish Michael Francis has hit rock bottom. His boyfriend has dumped him, stolen all his money and his career as a super model has come to a screeching halt. Tyler Winston, macho Texas lawman, has lost the only love he’s ever had and the shocking memories of his long buried past have come back to haunt him. Set on a collision course, can these two broken men find common ground and begin to heal each other or will a ruthless killer part them forever?
“It’s sexy, you all dressed up in your uniform. I love it when I see you with your badge pinned to your belt, knowing that you carry a gun and that you are so fucking powerful and strong under that suit.” Michael ran his hands through Tyler’s chest hair as Tyler crawled over him and straddled his hips, letting their cocks touch. Tyler grinned down at him, knowing from the twinkle in Michael’s eyes that many men had cop fantasies. Tyler wondered if he was a fantasy for his young lover. He reached down and circled both of Michael’s wrists in his large hands, drawing them over his head as he leaned down to take charge of Michael’s mouth. He kissed him long and deep, learning his mouth well until Michael humped him and groaned.
“You got cop fantasies Michael?” Tyler growled. Michael nodded his head vigorously and bit his lower lip.
“Fuck yeah,” he panted.
“Want me to handcuff you and force you to suck my dick, scumbag? Lick my hot hole and fuck you hard against the bars? Huh scum, that what you want?” Michael was clearly into Tyler’s dirty cop talk and the whole role playing fantasy. He was whimpering and grinding his leaking rock hard erection against Tyler’s.
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