Loving his curvy lamb will be this former SEAL's easiest ride yet.
Ainsley Foster has the brightest eyes and sweetest smile I've ever seen.
Whatever she's running from sent her straight to my gym.
I want her to run right into my arms.
But earning her trust is no easy feat.
All she knows of motorcycle clubs is what she's seen on the news.
She knows nothing of men like me—those willing to die to protect the people they love.
No matter, though.
Teaching this sweet lamb will be the easiest ride of my life.
Shep Stratford is the strongest man I've ever met.
He's ex-military. Quiet. Ridiculously sweet. Wickedly hot.
He's also in a motorcycle club.
Yet, when I'm anywhere near him, all I feel is safe.
He knows I'm running from something. He says it doesn't matter.
But he doesn't know the biggest billionaire in Wyoming is looking for me.
When he finds out the truth, will he still want to keep me?
Or will my uncle's money ruin the best thing in my life?
This month 24 of your favorite short and steamy authors have come together to bring you a new motorcycle romance each day! The Men of Valor are more than ex-military bikers – they know what it means to go the distance for love.
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Shotgun's (B)Ride by Frankie Love
Curvy Ride by Hope Ford
Savage Ride by Cameron Hart
Knight Ride by Kat Baxter
Wild Ride by Shaw Hart
Rough Ride by Mila Crawford & Aria Cole
First Ride by Loni Ree
Filthy Ride by Lily Nicole
Hard Ride by Tory Baker
Thick Ride by Elisa Leigh
Let’s Ride by Hope Stone
Sweet Ride by Megan Wade
Lucky Ride by C.M. Steele
Slow Ride by Mayra Statham
Wicked Ride by Lana Love
Her Ride by Flora Ferrari
Ride or Die by Poppy Parkes
Virgin Ride by Barbra Campbell
Free Ride by Anita Knight
Bare Ride by Lena Lucas
Ride Me by Fern Fraser
Bad Ride by Dani Wyatt
"Ask away, little lamb," he says, drumming his fingers on the desk.
"Why did you hire me?" I whisper. Of course my cheeks heat as soon as the question leaves my lips. My stomach clenches, my nerves jangling. "I mean…I don't exactly look like I belong at the front desk of a gym. I know I'm–"
I jerk my head up at the sound of his growl. My gaze tangles with his, and I swallow hard. Lord, he looks mad. His eyes blaze with heat, anger stamped into every gorgeous line of his face.
"You're fucking beautiful, Ainsley," he says, his voice as heated as his eyes. "You think you don't belong because you've got curves? Baby girl, those curves of yours are sweet enough to make a man crazy. Believe me, I know. I'm the one who dragged you out of the bar last night because I couldn't fucking stand for anyone else to look at you the way I do."
"H…how do you look at me?"
"Like a man who can't see anything but you," he growls, leaning over the desk toward me. His eyes prowl all over my body. I feel them like a brand on my skin, searing me in places no one has ever touched before, in ways I've never felt before.
My whole life, I've been sheltered, raised by a man who did everything in his power to give me everything I could have ever dreamed of wanting. I've been spoiled and pampered…and so damn lonely. Longing bubbles up from those deep-down places that brought me here in the first place, the ones that made me run, emerging from my lips in a whimper.
"You belong here, Ainsley," Shep says, reaching out to touch the side of my face. "This gym, this town, this is your home now. You'll never belong anywhere more than you belong right here with me."
"Shep," I whisper, my voice shaking. All of me is shaking, aching to feel his skin against mine, not just on my cheek, but everywhere. I've been in love with him since I walked through the front door of this place. But I never thought…I never knew… God, maybe I am blind.
"Sooner or later, you'll let me in," he says, his voice softer now.
"Shep, I…" I want to tell him so badly about my uncle, about why I'm here and what I'm running from, but the words die on my lips, the truth refusing to come. Everyone is afraid of my uncle. As soon as they hear his name, they crack, and I end up right back in a glass bubble. Protected. Pampered. Miserable. I don't want Shep to crack. I don't want to have to look at him from inside my perfect little cage.
I want to stay right here with him because he's right…this is where I belong.
"It's okay, lamb. I got time." He touches my bottom lip, smiles in reassurance. "I'm not going anywhere, baby girl. Promise you that."