Title: Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)
Author: Jordan Marie
Release: August 2015
Photographer: Tristan Godsey http://www.trystrampa.com/
Model: Ricky Alm
Cover Designer: Margreet Asselbergs, Rebel Edit and Designs https://www.facebook.
I see her. I see her clearer than anyone ever has—even her best friend.
There are secrets in those beautiful, brown eyes. Secrets that have broken her.
She reminds me of someone else. Someone I loved. Someone I was unable to save.
I won’t fail with her.
I want to claim her as my own and take away the ghosts that leave her haunted.
Little girl lost…
The woman I once was is gone. All that remained of her, were broken pieces lying ravaged and scattered by a storm.
I tried to piece her back together, to sift through the wreckage and re-create her.
It was impossible. She was too damaged. She died.
From her ashes I arose.
Untouchable, unfeeling, unworthy--the new me is not quite, right.
I don’t even like me. Why would he?
One man destroyed me. Why would I ever claim another?
Two damaged souls—
One trying to re-live the past, one trying to forget it.
Can they heal each other?
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“Seems like I’m always chasing you Hell Cat. One of these days, I may just get tired of that.”
“No one asked you to, Crusher. I think you just can’t take a hint.”
“I can baby, I absolutely can.”
“Then why are you still here?”
“Because your lips might be saying no, but your body is saying something completely different.”
“I think you’re delusional, Zander.”
He moves closer to me and I feel like I don’t have control of my own body when he gets this close. I do my best to calm my heart and betray nothing of what he really does. It’s not easy. Especially when his body pushes against my ass and I can feel his hard erection brush against me. A minute later the heat of his breath fans my bare shoulders.
His hands loosely hold my hips, while I try to look out over the crowd in the bar. Inside my brain is screaming danger, because that’s what Crusher is. He is danger with a capital ‘D.’ A second later his gruff voice dances against my ear.
“That right there is what I mean. When those thick, beautiful fucking lips of yours say my name, all I can think about is you whispering it against my cock, right before I grab your hair, plunge inside and fuck your mouth like it’s meant to be fucked.”
His words flow down my spine and they lodge deep. If I close my eyes, I can see him doing that same thing and me…the woman who has hated sex…the woman who uses it only as a way to feel powerful over a man…suddenly craves being weak with a man. What the fuck is he doing to me? Can he feel how my heart kicks up a notch? The way my breath catches? Shit is he looking over my shoulder and noticing how hard my nipples are right now?
“You have a strange fascination with my mouth,” I tried to make that sound bored. I failed.
My body feels like it’s on the edge of a cliff and I’m scared to death of what will happen if I jump. Zander is not safe. I can’t control Zander. I’ve made so many bad decision what happens if he is just another one? I’m leaving soon. Would it be stupid to give in just once before I go? I’ve never wanted a man before Zander. Never. What happens if I pretend just once I am a normal woman without a fucked up head, without a past that is going to get me killed someday? What happens if I give in just…once?
“Hell Cat you have no idea, but I could show you baby. I could show you a hundred different ways and I’d make damn sure you enjoy every…fucking…one…”
Jordan is a small town Kentucky girl whose life revolves around her husband and daughter. She's an avid reader who has always had the dream of letting others hear what the voices inside of her head had to say. She hopes you find them as entertaining as she does