A Biker’s Kiss: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Red Hearts MC)

By CLARA WOOD

Kirra Roberts was desperate for peace.

Running away from her abusive, alcoholic father, 20-year-old Kirra has finally found a home in a small biker town out west. After getting a job at a sleazy bar to keep herself fed, she’s ecstatic to start a new life, and is determined to keep herself, no matter what.

Brennen Donnely has only ever known how to fight.

Clawing his way to the top of one of the biggest, most-feared motorcycle clubs in the Midwest isn’t easy work, and Brennen had the scars to prove it. But staying on top isn’t easy either, and Brennen doesn’t have time for any distractions. Even one as sexy as the new bartender at Denny’s Bar.

Suddenly, all the wrong decisions seem so right.

Kirra can make lists and lists of reasons why she shouldn’t get involved with a big, scary biker like Brennen. Yet every time he gets close, all inhibitions fly right out the window.

As they spend more time together, she begins to see another side to the dangerous man.

And Brennen knows he’s walking on thin ice. Kirra could destroy everything he’s worked and fought for. But even the way she walks drives him crazy, and he just can’t stay away. Kirra thinks Brennen can bring her the peace she craves, but will he choose to fight for her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386090083

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A Biker’s Kiss: Red Hearts MC

By Clara Wood

KIRRA ROBERTS WAS DESPERATE for peace.

Running away from her abusive, alcoholic father, 20-year-old Kirra has finally found a home in a small biker town out west. After getting a job at a sleazy bar to keep herself fed, she’s ecstatic to start a new life, and is determined to keep herself, no matter what.

Brennen Donnely has only ever known how to fight.

Clawing his way to the top of one of the biggest, most-feared motorcycle clubs in the Midwest isn’t easy work, and Brennen had the scars to prove it. But staying on top isn’t easy either, and Brennen doesn’t have time for any distractions. Even one as sexy as the new bartender at Denny’s Bar.

Suddenly, all the wrong decisions seem so right.

Kirra can make lists and lists of reasons why she shouldn’t get involved with a big, scary biker like Brennen. Yet every time he gets close, all inhibitions fly right out the window.

As they spend more time together, she begins to see another side to the dangerous man.

And Brennen knows he’s walking on thin ice. Kirra could destroy everything he’s worked and fought for. But even the way she walks drives him crazy, and he just can’t stay away. Kirra thinks Brennen can bring her the peace she craves, but will he choose to fight for her?

A Biker’s Kiss

Kirra stood in front of the full length mirror that adorned her tiny apartment, and surveyed herself. The uniform for Denny’s Bar wasn’t that appealing or glamorous but at least she had a job. At least she was able to get away from her alcoholic father, at least she was able to fend for herself. She was free.

The uniform was a standard white shirt and a red knee-length skirt with an apron laid on top of it. Kirra shrugged at her own reflection and turned to leave the small apartment. It wasn’t in the bad areas of town, but at least she was fending for herself and her place of work was only across the road.

This was only her second week at the job, but she was doing better than most of the bartenders. Kirra placed her coat on the rack and took her place behind the bar. It was nearly nine and the regulars would soon come pouring into the gloomy bar.

As soon as nine struck, the doors swung open and a crowd of workmen piled inside, their faces sunburnt and their feet bringing in dirt and dust that Kirra was going to have to clean at closing time.

A pitcher of Bud Lite, Kirra. Dennis, a regular, slapped the money on the bar as he waited for the jug to be passed to him. It took her just under a minute to fill the pitcher and a matter of seconds to hand Dennis his change.

Cheers, sweetheart. Dennis winked before heading off to rejoin his table. The night would usually be quiet; the only real action that the bar got was on the nights that football was on. The crowd gets rowdy when their team didn’t win.

It was nearly closing time when another man walked into the bar. He took a seat at the end and waited silently. Kirra looked around and saw she was the only one behind there at the moment. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to serve the man, he just looked... scary.

He wore a leather jacket, tight jeans and carried a motorcycle helmet in his right hand. He tossed the helmet on the stool next to him, kept his head down and was obviously interested in the coaster that sat on the counter.

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