Title: Gunner
Series: Satan's Fury MC, Memphis Chapter
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance (standalone)
Release Date: August 14, 2019
Gus wasn’t just my president. He was the father I never had. He was steadfast and strong. I looked up to him and trusted him without question.
I’d never seen the man show a single sign of uncertainty until the day August James showed up at the Satan’s Fury clubhouse. None of us knew why the beautiful brunette had come knocking at our door, but we’d soon learn she was in need of help—the kind of help only a man like Gus could give.
When he didn't turn her away, it became my job to watch over and protect her. I tried to keep my distance, but she drew me in with her soulful, dark eyes and sultry curves.
I wanted to make her mine, but August had secrets—secrets she wasn't even aware of.
In our world, there are some lines you just don’t cross, but for her, I was about to cross them all.
I stood up and quickly lifted her into my arms, cradling her close to my chest. As she rested her head on my shoulder, she asked, “Where are we going now?”
“To bed.”
“Hmmm … okay.” She wound her arms around my neck and melted into me. “I … liii-ke you. You’re sweet.”
“Not sweet, August.”
“Um-hmm. Yes, you are. The big, bad biker is toe-tally sweet. Gunner … Gunner … Gunner is sweeeet.”
“What is it about you?” Shaking my head, I entered the clubhouse and started towards her room. “How can you get to me the way you do?”
She looked up at me with drunken eyes as she asked, “I get to you?”
“Um … yeah, you do.” I kept moving forward then said, “You’re gonna have to stop doing that.”
“Okay, I’ll stop.” Without skipping a beat, she mumbled, “What kind of name is Gunner anyway? You got a thing for guns?”
“Uh … no, not exactly.” Hoping she wouldn’t remember in the morning, I admitted, “I got a thing for getting shot.”
“Someone shot sweet Gunner? That’s just not right.” She laid her head back on my shoulder and said, “Gunner’s not your real name.”
“No, it’s not.” I continued down the hallway. “Gunner is my road name. My real name is Cade.”
“Cade,” she purred. “Ooohhh … I like that even better. You look like Cade.”
“To bed.”
“Hmmm … okay.” She wound her arms around my neck and melted into me. “I … liii-ke you. You’re sweet.”
“Not sweet, August.”
“Um-hmm. Yes, you are. The big, bad biker is toe-tally sweet. Gunner … Gunner … Gunner is sweeeet.”
“What is it about you?” Shaking my head, I entered the clubhouse and started towards her room. “How can you get to me the way you do?”
She looked up at me with drunken eyes as she asked, “I get to you?”
“Um … yeah, you do.” I kept moving forward then said, “You’re gonna have to stop doing that.”
“Okay, I’ll stop.” Without skipping a beat, she mumbled, “What kind of name is Gunner anyway? You got a thing for guns?”
“Uh … no, not exactly.” Hoping she wouldn’t remember in the morning, I admitted, “I got a thing for getting shot.”
“Someone shot sweet Gunner? That’s just not right.” She laid her head back on my shoulder and said, “Gunner’s not your real name.”
“No, it’s not.” I continued down the hallway. “Gunner is my road name. My real name is Cade.”
“Cade,” she purred. “Ooohhh … I like that even better. You look like Cade.”
4 Stars
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