Title: Breaking Spade
Series: Dead Presidents MC Series #6
Author: Harley Stone
Genre: MC Romance
Working two jobs while juggling family and club obligations keeps Antonio "Spade" Fernandez's schedule full and his bed empty. When a hostage situation flings the perfect woman into his arms—and then into his bed—he'll have one night to fulfill her every fantasy.
After a lifetime of caution, Jessica Munroe is ready to take a risk. Looking down the barrel of a gun wasn't what she had in mind, but it does motivate her to hook up with her sexy rescuer.
One wild night of passion is all either can spare, but will it be enough?
“I’ve heard about the Dead Presidents on the news and from Carly. She says you guys are a club, a brotherhood, and not a gang, and that you’ve always treated her right. But I never would have thought bikers who looked so rough and tough would be so… kind. I’m embarrassed to admit my surprise.”
“You stereotyped us?” I asked, pretending to be shocked. Most people couldn’t see past our beards, tats, cuts, and bikes to get to know us. Some treated us like we were the scum of the earth, unable to hold down a job. Because I was Mexican, I also fought assumptions that I was here illegally and should be deported. Nobody cared about the shit my parents had to go through to prove they weren’t terrorists and earn their citizenship to start a business and a family without worrying about getting robbed and shot up by one cartel or another.
Her expression fell. “I did. I’m so sorry, but I did.”
“Don’t even worry about it. You’re an attractive, intelligent, single woman. You are single, right?”
To my satisfaction and relief, she nodded in confirmation.
“As fucked up as the world is, you should be gun shy around any man. But most people in life will surprise you if you give them the chance. Sometimes it’s even for the better.”
She gave me a rueful smile. “Touché”
“You stereotyped us?” I asked, pretending to be shocked. Most people couldn’t see past our beards, tats, cuts, and bikes to get to know us. Some treated us like we were the scum of the earth, unable to hold down a job. Because I was Mexican, I also fought assumptions that I was here illegally and should be deported. Nobody cared about the shit my parents had to go through to prove they weren’t terrorists and earn their citizenship to start a business and a family without worrying about getting robbed and shot up by one cartel or another.
Her expression fell. “I did. I’m so sorry, but I did.”
“Don’t even worry about it. You’re an attractive, intelligent, single woman. You are single, right?”
To my satisfaction and relief, she nodded in confirmation.
“As fucked up as the world is, you should be gun shy around any man. But most people in life will surprise you if you give them the chance. Sometimes it’s even for the better.”
She gave me a rueful smile. “Touché”
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