Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Sapphire Jones owns a small jewelry store in town. She is instantly on alert when a tough-looking biker with way too many obvious blades decorating his leather vest saunters in. And that lock of wavy hair that falls over his forehead? It takes all she has inside to keep from brushing it out of the handsome man’s face.
Blade loves the feel of a well-formed piece of steel in his hand. When his MC brothers suggest he could add beauty to the hilt, he can’t resist consulting the woman who smiles and then runs the other way every time they meet.
Can he convince her to take a ride on the wild side?
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Chapter
One
Blade backed his bike into a parking spot. With a quick, practiced movement, his boot knocked the kickstand to brace the colossal beast of a cycle he called his own. It was a rumbling testament to his skill of adding special additions to a motorcycle.
He sat there for a moment while he pulled his gloves off and unbuckled his helmet. Blade had seen too many bike accidents to risk messing up his skull. Bikers rarely came back from that type of injury. He stood, swung his leg over the bike, and grabbed a wrapped item from his saddlebag. Dropping his helmet along with his gloves into the storage area, Blade turned toward the bright blue door.
She likes color.
He’d caught a glimpse of a custom-made bolo tie holder at The Hangout last night. Not that Blade had any desire to be a cowboy wearing a string-like necklace. He was only interested in the quality of the workmanship. Steele had suggested he could have kept the guy from nearly fainting by simply asking about the decoration instead of cornering him and lifting the piece up to examine it closely. Who knew that he’d panic and almost strangle himself in his attempt to get away?
When the cowboy had regained his breath, he’d eagerly shared where he’d picked up the bolo tie. Then he’d taken off at high speed. Blade shook his head at the memory. Blade hadn’t even pulled a weapon.
Shrugging, Blade walked forward toward the bright door and pushed it open. A set of bells attached to the inner handle jingled, announcing his presence. He looked around the jewelry store, which showcased unique items in a very attractive way. Earrings, bracelets, and necklaces sparkled from every display, along with jeweled pins, barrettes, and a few things Blade didn’t recognize. Yes, this is the place.
“I’ll be with you in a minute,” a husky female voice called from the back.
“I’ll wait,” he answered. The sound alone intrigued him. What would she look like? Blade had a very specific taste in female companions. Little.
“Not that kind of Little,” he said aloud, spotting a toddler peeking around the door to the backroom.
At the sound of him speaking, the child walked directly toward him. The corners of Blade’s lips curved up at the sight of her pink princess dress with the ruffled skirt, sparkling waistband, and puffed sleeves. She held her hands toward Blade.
“Up!”
“Sorry, kid. I don’t want your mom to get mad at me.”
“Up!” she demanded with a stomp of her foot. When Blade made no move to lean over, the corners of her mouth trembled. Seconds later, a fat tear rolled down her cheek.
“Princess, you should go see your mommy,” he suggested, lowering himself down to one knee.
She shook her head and walked forward to touch Blade’s leather cut. The child patted it like he was a pet before poking one of the shiny snaps running down the front.
“Of course. You’re out in the shop. The last place I would have thought to check,” that husky voice announced.
Blade looked up to see a captivating woman with bright blue hair and a myriad of tattoos. Her skin radiated color in countless patterns and shapes that all combined into an intriguing motif that he instantly wanted to explore closely. The woman’s shape drew his attention as well—curvy, in an understated delectable way. He smiled without meaning to. She was so unique. She was also peeved.
“Kinsley, come here. How did you get out of your playpen? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Kinsley shook her head. She continued to explore Blade’s cut, sliding her fingers over the worn leather. He laughed when she leaned forward to lick him.
“Kinsley. No. You don’t know where that’s been.” She scolded the child and then paused, seemingly realizing how that must sound to Blade.
“No.” The girl’s response was perfectly clear and emphatic. She held on to Blade’s vest and worked very hard to lift one leg to straddle and push herself up to sitting on his bent leg.
Blade steadied her as she wobbled. “Whoa, princess.”
“Tank you,” Kinsley answered and lifted her arms for Blade to hug her close.
To save her from tumbling, he wrapped an arm around her. Standing, he rose with Kinsley happily cuddling his chest. She laid her head on his shoulder and rubbed her cheek against the leather.
“I’m sorry. Kinsley never interacts with anyone but family. I hope she hasn’t bothered you,” the woman said, coming forward. She tried to lift Kinsley out of Blade’s arm, but the toddler slumped back toward his chest, refusing. “No!” He obviously fascinated her.
“She’s no bother. All the girls are attracted to a leather-clad biker.” Blade pointed out.
The woman rolled her eyes. “She’ll go to college, study law, become a lawyer, and put bad bikers in jail.”
“Just as I thought, she won’t be able to stay away from them,” Blade teased. Enjoying this interaction more than he’d have thought possible, he wasn’t in any hurry to go. He studied the woman in front of him. She’d drawn her striking blue hair into a messy bun that made him want to pull each hairpin out one by one. The daydream of her tresses tumbling down was sexy, and he pulled his thoughts back to reality.