Series: Macha MC #1
Author: Skye McNeil
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 25, 2020
When danger surrounds a motorcycle club princess and her bad boy protector, will they battle to keep their love alive?
The job is simple. Babysit a MC princess until it’s safe for her to return to Ireland. What Doc T doesn't expect is to fall for the sassy yet innocent Isadora Walsh... but he can’t have her. It’s the club’s rule.
Isa never knew about her father’s role in Macha MC until it threatened her life. Spirited away to sleepy Snowshoe, Colorado, she craves the bad boy assigned to protect her nearly as much as she's determined to get away from club life.
When danger crosses into Snowshoe and alliances are questioned, Isa and Doc are thrust into a MC war that results in bullet holes and kidnapping. Can Doc protect Isa or will the Macha princess do the saving?
World of Books 65 - “Doc T has everything you will love about a MC book - Hot Biker, sizzling hot chemistry and most importantly a really enjoyable storyline.”
Goodreads Review - “Doc T’s plot just got my attention instantly, and I wasn’t disappointed after reading the book.”
Nerd Girl Official - “This is the first book in the series that is sure to become an instant must read series!”
Doc stepped forward, but Isa interrupted his act. “Do you like breathing?”
Cueball smirked. “Last I checked.”
“Then I suggested you back off before the Belfast president finds out you’re drooling over his daughter.”
Doc bit back a laugh at the expression on Cueball’s face. The other man stepped away, hands up in surrender. “No harm intended.” He glanced to Doc. “They grow them feisty in Ireland.”
He jerked his chin up. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, brother.”
Cueball chuckled and maintained his path toward the bedrooms. When Doc turned back around, he met Isa’s glowering face. The more time he spent with her only reiterated his longing to put her over his knee. She was sassy when needed and that stirred up the most primitive sensations in his mind. Suddenly, being uprooted from his familiar role as the club doctor wasn’t so bad.
“Are all MC members horndogs?”
Doc took a step closer and tugged on the bottom of her shirt. It barely covered her navel, leaving plenty of skin available to tempt any man. “Have you seen yourself, Isa? You’re the prettiest girl in the clubhouse.” His eyes fixed to her lips where she was rubbing them together. “And that fire of yours only makes it hotter.” He reached over and ran his knuckles down the side of her neck, goosebumps spreading at his act. “Because we all like to play with fire.”
“What if I burn you,” she whispered, the sound airy and uncertain.
He chuckled and stepped away. “You’re worth the scars, princess.”
Cueball smirked. “Last I checked.”
“Then I suggested you back off before the Belfast president finds out you’re drooling over his daughter.”
Doc bit back a laugh at the expression on Cueball’s face. The other man stepped away, hands up in surrender. “No harm intended.” He glanced to Doc. “They grow them feisty in Ireland.”
He jerked his chin up. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, brother.”
Cueball chuckled and maintained his path toward the bedrooms. When Doc turned back around, he met Isa’s glowering face. The more time he spent with her only reiterated his longing to put her over his knee. She was sassy when needed and that stirred up the most primitive sensations in his mind. Suddenly, being uprooted from his familiar role as the club doctor wasn’t so bad.
“Are all MC members horndogs?”
Doc took a step closer and tugged on the bottom of her shirt. It barely covered her navel, leaving plenty of skin available to tempt any man. “Have you seen yourself, Isa? You’re the prettiest girl in the clubhouse.” His eyes fixed to her lips where she was rubbing them together. “And that fire of yours only makes it hotter.” He reached over and ran his knuckles down the side of her neck, goosebumps spreading at his act. “Because we all like to play with fire.”
“What if I burn you,” she whispered, the sound airy and uncertain.
He chuckled and stepped away. “You’re worth the scars, princess.”
Skye McNeil began writing at the age of seventeen and has been lost in a love affair ever since. During the day, she moonlights as a paralegal at a law firm favoring criminal law.
Skye enjoys writing romantic comedies and cozy mysteries novels that leave readers wanting more and falling in love over and over. She writes contemporary and historical novels ranging from sweet and sassy to steamy and sultry.
Her constant writing companions are two cats and two dogs. When she’s not writing, Skye enjoys spending time with family, photography, volleyball, traveling, and curling up with a cup of coffee and reading.
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