"What are you doing?" Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide as she watched him lift his head from the line of white powder on the coffee table. She asked again,"What are you doing?" He just stared, his eyes held no remorse, letting her know he did not regret being caught. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She hissed at him, her voice breaking on the last word. "What do you think I'm doing, Vivienne?" he smirked as he lifted himself off of the couch, taking small, prowling steps towards her. She just shook her head as she turned to flee, her eyes brimming with tears. Her escape was prevented, however, by the strong band of an inked arm locked around her waist. "Where do you think you're going, baby?"he whispered, his teeth brushing her ear. She refused to answer, staring straight ahead. "You want to know a secret, baby?" She shook her head stubbornly, not wanting to hear his lies. He chuckled, while his lips moved even closer to her ear. "It's sugar."

Evelynn Marsano has been gone for a year, but very little has changed. Her brother's still a legend in underground races. The same girls still hate her. The same boy still makes her heart race and resolve weak. But this time she won't let him get close enough to hurt her. Not again. Not like before. Westen Burke just arrived to town and he's only staying long enough to set up a few street bike races, make some money, and have some fun. But he might stir up some trouble when he begins hanging around his sponsor's sister, and it's not just her brother he's pissing off. -------------------------------------------------------- Warning: You can expect a lot of street racing, tattoo's, fights, drugs, mature language, and other mature content, so READER BE AWARE!! ***APRIL 2025: Ride will be updated daily***

We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou