Parker by Giulia Lagomarsino
Series: Reed Security #25
Publication date: July 3rd, 2020
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
He ain't no hero. But he's not throwing a half-starved kid to the wolves...
Eddie Houston wears the Blackwater Renegades MC "Nomad" rocker, serving as the club's eyes and ears out west. Otherwise, the ex-convict turned junkyard picker and bouncer keeps to himself. He owes nobody, and he likes it that way.
When a scruffy, half-starved kid with defiant blue eyes and an attitude to match is left on his doorstep, Eddie knows for sure "Lucky" ain't his. And he ain't no do-gooder. But the girl needs help, and his MC brothers will know what to do. Besides, while he's visiting the club, he's likely to find a hot woman to break his long, cold, dry spell.
A dangerous biker's arms could be the safest place for her heart...
Vivi Sinclair, new hire at Blackwater, Kentucky's battered women's shelter, has come to the MC's party looking for a little adventure on the edge. The rough-around-the-edges biker at the bar is just what she needs, and soon the night is headed for a red-hot climax.
But when Lucky is kidnapped, Vivi has seconds to make a choice. Stay safely behind, or jump in Wes's truck and help him get the girl back. So begins a wild ride where Vivi has to decide where the greatest danger lies - the kidnappers, or the hardcore biker with blood in his eyes.
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"Ask me what?" she asked, turning to look at me for a moment.
"What?"
"You said that you should ask me."
My brows crinkled in confusion. Did I really say that out loud?
"Yes."
Huh. Must be the blood loss.
"Well, I'm sure that has something to do with it. So, what did you want to ask me?"
"Are you military?"
"No, but maybe that would have been the better way to go."
I blinked slowly at her, trying to focus on what she was saying. "What way did you go?"
She grinned at me. "FBI."
"Oh, fuck," I groaned. I was so going to jail. I should have listened to my gut instincts and stayed the fuck away from Knight. I knew he would only get me in trouble, but his offer was so fucking tempting. I could imagine myself carrying a gun again and not getting in trouble for it. I could see myself getting a job and not worrying that they were judging me based on my service record, even though they weren't supposed to. It all sounded so fucking good, but I should have fucking known.
"I take it that means that you really can't afford to be caught breaking and entering."
"You broke and entered first," I shot back.
She nodded. "Yeah, I did, but I'm not FBI anymore."
"Why?" I asked, a little dumbfounded as to why someone would leave a job like that. It wasn't like you could just walk off the street and become an FBI agent. In fact, all of those agencies weren't a cakewalk. You had to prove that you had something special to get in there.
"I was fired as of three days ago."
"For what?"
"I dug into something I wasn't supposed to. Well, at the time I hadn't done much digging at all, but my boss was an ass and he knew I wouldn't let it go. So, he told me to hand in my badge and gun."
I grunted, huffing out a harsh breath that fucking hurt like hell. "Well, at least it makes sense now."
"What does?"
"Why you were a good sparring partner," I mumbled.
"Sparring partner? I kicked your ass."
"That's debatable."
"Who is sitting in the passenger seat with a piece of glass sticking out of him?"
I roll my eyes, pissed 7that she had me there. "Me."
"That's right. I kicked your ass."
"You shoved me in a glass through a window," I slurred. "If I did that glass to you, the window wouldn't be looking too good now either."
"That didn't make any sense."
I shrugged. "Whatever."
"What?"
"You said that you should ask me."
My brows crinkled in confusion. Did I really say that out loud?
"Yes."
Huh. Must be the blood loss.
"Well, I'm sure that has something to do with it. So, what did you want to ask me?"
"Are you military?"
"No, but maybe that would have been the better way to go."
I blinked slowly at her, trying to focus on what she was saying. "What way did you go?"
She grinned at me. "FBI."
"Oh, fuck," I groaned. I was so going to jail. I should have listened to my gut instincts and stayed the fuck away from Knight. I knew he would only get me in trouble, but his offer was so fucking tempting. I could imagine myself carrying a gun again and not getting in trouble for it. I could see myself getting a job and not worrying that they were judging me based on my service record, even though they weren't supposed to. It all sounded so fucking good, but I should have fucking known.
"I take it that means that you really can't afford to be caught breaking and entering."
"You broke and entered first," I shot back.
She nodded. "Yeah, I did, but I'm not FBI anymore."
"Why?" I asked, a little dumbfounded as to why someone would leave a job like that. It wasn't like you could just walk off the street and become an FBI agent. In fact, all of those agencies weren't a cakewalk. You had to prove that you had something special to get in there.
"I was fired as of three days ago."
"For what?"
"I dug into something I wasn't supposed to. Well, at the time I hadn't done much digging at all, but my boss was an ass and he knew I wouldn't let it go. So, he told me to hand in my badge and gun."
I grunted, huffing out a harsh breath that fucking hurt like hell. "Well, at least it makes sense now."
"What does?"
"Why you were a good sparring partner," I mumbled.
"Sparring partner? I kicked your ass."
"That's debatable."
"Who is sitting in the passenger seat with a piece of glass sticking out of him?"
I roll my eyes, pissed 7that she had me there. "Me."
"That's right. I kicked your ass."
"You shoved me in a glass through a window," I slurred. "If I did that glass to you, the window wouldn't be looking too good now either."
"That didn't make any sense."
I shrugged. "Whatever."
About the Author:
I'm a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, "No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book." I didn't think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn't already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven't been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
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