Destroyed
'You’ll let me do whatever I want?'How can he resist…?Why would a hot-as-hell biker put everything on the line to help the police chief's nerdy, innocent and very off-limits daughter? Simple—Summer Grant is offering Jake ‘Tiger’ Clarke something he can't refuse: her! It means playing with deliciously wicked fire, but Tiger is prepared to risk everything for what he really wants—even if it destroys them both…
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âYouâll let me do whatever I want?â
How can he resist...?
Why would a hot-as-hell biker put everything on the line to help the police chiefâs nerdy, innocent and very off-limits daughter? SimpleâSummer Grant is offering Jake âTigerâ Clarke something he canât refuse: her! It means playing with deliciously wicked fire, but Tiger is prepared to risk everything for what he really wantsâeven if it destroys them both...
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JACKIE ASHENDEN writes dark, emotional stories with alpha heroes whoâve just got the world to their liking only to have it blown wide apart by their kick-ass heroines. She lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband, the inimitable Dr Jax, two kids and two rats. When sheâs not torturing alpha males and their gutsy heroines she can be found drinking chocolate martinis, reading anything she can lay her hands on, wasting time on social media, or being forced to go mountain biking with her husband.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07130-7
DESTROYED
© 2018 Jackie Ashenden
Published in Great Britain 2018
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It took me a while, guys, but I got there in the end!
Contents
Summer
BRAVERY WAS NEVER my strong suit, but I guess it takes a certain amount of courage to talk your way into a bikerâs bedroom in an outlaw motorcycle clubâs clubhouse purely so you can hide from your father.
Either that or I was simply stupid, difficult as that was to admit for a person with an IQ score over 170.
Whatever it was, as I sat on Crashâs bed in his tiny squalid bedroom, my heart racing, listening to the sounds of a heavy driving beat and male laughter going on outside, I was beginning to question my decision big time.
Two doors separated the bedrooms from the main living area of the clubhouse, but the bikers were so freaking loud I could still hear whatever was going on outside. I didnât know whether it was a party or whatâIâd only ever been in the clubhouse a couple of times beforeâbut whatever it was, it didnât make me any less nervous.
Crash had left me in his room, muttering something about why donât I relax while he went and got us some beers.
I didnât really want a beerâI wasnât a party girl and I didnât like alcoholâbut sitting on Crashâs bed, listening to those sounds outside the door, made the idea of some liquid courage not half-bad.
