Can a billionaire biker and his rival's curvy little sister find forever together…or is blood really thicker than water?
Thanks to my father's shady business practices, my life has devolved into putting out one fire after another.
The latest? Dealing with the rival MC he hired to strong-arm federal regulators into looking the other way.
The Hell's Vipers have been nothing but trouble.
Until I stumble across Catriona Grady, their VPs curvy little sister.
Her bright eyes and sweet smile are pure sunshine.
But falling for her promises nothing but trouble for me and my MC.
I guess it's a good thing I've never been one to run from a fight.
Because this little light is mine.
People always say blood is thicker than water, but they forget the rest of that saying.
My older brother may have raised me, but he's been nothing but trouble.
He treats me like property, and I'm not interested in being owned.
Until I run into his enemy, Andreas Romano.
When Andreas touches me, I come undone.
I'm falling hard for the gorgeous billionaire.
But there's no way my brother will let him have me without a fight.
It's time to choose my side.
These wealthy Texans have it all—Money, looks, power, their MC, and brothers. The only thing missing is someone to share it all with. There’s a shortage of eligible ladies in town but these determined men won’t let that slow them down. These MC brothers are going to turn the town of Silver Spoon Falls, Texas, on its ear looking for their curvy soulmates.
"Holy crap!" Catriona whisper-shouts.
I glance down at her.
"Bent is playing here tonight." She points at the giant banner stretched across the far wall. Bender's ugly mug is front center, his long hair, and dark eyes unmistakable. Women go fucking crazy over him. It's great for me. When he's around, everyone leaves me alone and bugs the hell out of him instead.
"Mmhmm," I say, chuckling. Most women would have asked a million questions by now about our plans for the night. Not Catriona. I think if I were anyone else, she'd have asked just as many questions and wouldn't have been satisfied until she had answers. But she knows she's safe with me. She trusts me to take care of her. "I thought you might like to meet Bender, little one."
"You know Bender?" She gapes at me.
"He's one of my brothers.
"Really? He's the one we're here to meet?"
"Catch y'all later," Grizz says.
He gives us a two-finger salute and then takes off. I lace my fingers through Catriona's and head toward the stairs to go find Bender. The stadium is home to the Houston Rockets, so everything is decked out in team colors and memorabilia. Catriona barely notices. She walks quietly at my side for a moment and then peers up at me, her lip caught firmly between her teeth.
"You're a billionaire," she says. "Bender is a rockstar. Giant is…I'm not sure what he is, but he's something. Jude is a lawyer. Are there any normal people in your MC, Andreas?"
"Normal people?" I laugh quietly, leading her up the stairs to the second floor of the stadium.
"You know what I mean." She rolls her eyes at me.
"We're all normal, little one," I murmur. "We've just been fortunate in life."
"So that's a no then," she says, making me smile again. She's cute when she gets all snarky and sassy. "You're all ridiculously hot and crazy successful, aren't you?"
"First of all, I'm the only one you're allowed to look at," I say, hitting her with a hard look. "Everyone else in the MC looks like Peewee fucking Herman as far as you're concerned. Second, we're all successful, yes. But success looks different to each of us, rabbit. If Hands was asked to give up his practice to save even a single patient, he wouldn't hesitate. Hacker's family is probably worth more than mine. He could dominate the tech industry if he wanted to do it, but he's happiest here."
"I didn't mean it like that," she says softly.
"I know," I promise. "But my point is, each of us defines what success looks like to us and it's different for each of us. To me, success isn't money or power, little one. It's repairing the damage my father did to our company and our family. It's having a family of my own. It's love."
It's growing old with her. It's spending the rest of my life loving her.
Her expression softens, anxiety and consternation melting away.
"I don't want you worrying yourself, thinking you won't fit in because you aren't a millionaire or didn't come from money or don't own a company or haven't figured out exactly what your life is going to look like fifteen years from now," I murmur, gently tugging a loose curl as we reach the top of the stairs. "We're all still figuring shit out. We all want different things and we're all on our own paths to reach them. My brothers and I are just lucky enough to travel alongside one another along the way."
She stops walking and tips her head to the side, looking at me with wide eyes. "You're pretty smart, Andreas Romano."
"Yeah?" I grin at her.
"I mean, I'm pretty sure you're full of it, but you sure look pretty saying it," she says, and then squeals with laughter and dodges away from me when I try to get my hands on her. "I was just kidding!"
"You were not, you little liar."
"You're right. I wasn't. You did look pretty saying it," she says, laughing up at me with greenest eyes and the brightest smile I've ever seen.
Nichole Rose writes filthy, feel-good romance for curvy readers. Her books feature headstrong, sassy women and the alpha males who consume them. From grumpy detectives to country boys with attitude to instalove and over-the-top declarations, nothing is off-limits.