A brainiac biker chick who witnesses a murder seeks refuge with a childhood neighbor turned FBI agent and risks her life to help him put the criminals behind bars. ***** Felicity Taylor has a beautiful mind and a future with promise, until something happens to blow it all to hell. How does she respond? She gets inked, buys a Harley, and teams up with a bunch of crooks. Ryan Clark is a federal agent with a taste for single barrel whiskey and one-night stands. He's used to playing rough and taking risks. But when Felicity seeks asylum in Ryan's home, he finds himself practicing restraint. Somehow he knows her badass exterior hides something softer. But is it worth the risk to harbor a fugitive who may end up stealing his heart? If you like your love stories rough and witty with a slice of pie on the side, seek your pleasures here. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This work is owned by the author. Please do not attempt to plagiarize or you might end up on the wrong side of the law. IN OTHER WORDS: If you find this story on any online platform other than WATTPAD, I did not allow this. You may also be exposing yourself to malware. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, do it here on WATTPAD.

After the past of Jezzabelle Lemana was leaving rough patches in hers and her new husbands relationship, they lived happily ever after......Or so they thought. We know her past, but what about his? Will Emmets past come back and haunt his new family with his happy wife and kids? ... "Emmet whats wrong?" I asked confused as he gave me our kids in a hurry. "Get inside..........Now!" He snapped before gunshots were fired and everything went black. Highest Ranking: #362 in Romance 8/18/17

If you ever met Jezzabelle Lemana you'd think she was a nice, sweet, loving person with the perfect life. But some things are not what they seem. This 17 year old is trying her best to get out of her senior year of high school without having to remember the fact that she's being abused by her stepmother and father at home. She built a wall so high that no one can ever know about her or her past. But what happens when someone breaks it down? Emmet King is the leader of the most wanted gang in the streets of Detroit. He is heartless and forgot about love ever since what happened to him in the past. Everyone fears him with respect when he walks past. What happens when these two collide? And Emmet makes what he wants his?! The only thing I heard when he towers over me is the word 'mine' ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Highest Ranking: #18 Gangleader 11/14/22 Highest Ranking: #28 in Romance 12/25/17

"I stood up with him following, he towered over me as I bit my lip, I walked away from him running up the stairs and of course he followed me, I went into the closet with him following he pulled down his swim shorts and revealing his hard cock, my eyes widened, I loved this man so much, my god I couldn't believe he was mine, all mine." XOXO THANKS FOR READING!! (NOTE: THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK WRITING!!)

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.