Overexposed (Book 2): White Wolves MC, #2

By Paula Cox

This is book 2 of the White Wolves MC romance series! Book 3 of this dark motorcycle club romance is available everywhere now!

 

There's no going back once you get too close to the biker.

 

I ran away from a man who beat me…

Right into the arms of the man who'd break me.

 

CHELSEA

 

I know I shouldn't be here.

But I just don't have a choice.

 

Elias is my last hope.

That's how I knew I'm truly screwed.

 

Because an outlaw rogue like him can sense desperation in a woman like a shark smelling blood on the waters.

 

He can see I'm battered.

He can see I'm bruised.

He can see I'm breaking, inside and out…

 

And he's determined to finish the job.

 

But Elias is different than my abuser.

He's no violent coward, like my ex brandishing his police officer's badge like a weapon.

When he breaks me, it won't be with slaps across the face or curses hurled to bring me to tears.

 

No, the biker has his own brand of pain.

The sweetest kind.

The sickest kind.

The kind that I'll fall to my knees and moan for…

 

Over, and over, and over again.

 

He's going to break me.

And I'm going to beg for more.

 

ELIAS

 

I've never been a one-woman kind of guy.

That's one of the perks of the outlaw lifestyle – a different girl every night.

Then, when the sun's up…

Kick 'em out and never see 'em again.

 

It suits me.

At least, it used to.

 

Then she came sprinting through the door.

 

She looked so out of place.

Like a baby deer in the lion's den.

 

But when I saw the bruises ruining her perfect skin, I instantly knew.

There was a monster in her past.

 

I decided a few things then and there.

 

I'm gonna find the man who hurt her.

I'm gonna break every bone in his body.

Then I'm gonna come back to my clubhouse, bend the girl over my chopper, and let the whole world know one thing:

 

This one's mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393816577

Book preview

Overexposed: A Motorcycle Club Romance (White Wolves MC Book 2)

By Paula Cox

THERE’S NO GOING BACK once you get too close to the biker.

I ran away from a man who beat me...

Right into the arms of the man who’d break me.

CHELSEA

I know I shouldn’t be here.

But I just don’t have a choice.

Elias is my last hope.

That’s how I knew I’m truly screwed.

Because an outlaw rogue like him can sense desperation in a woman like a shark smelling blood on the waters.

He can see I’m battered.

He can see I’m bruised.

He can see I’m breaking, inside and out...

And he’s determined to finish the job.

But Elias is different than my abuser.

He’s no violent coward, like my ex brandishing his police officer’s badge like a weapon.

When he breaks me, it won’t be with slaps across the face or curses hurled to bring me to tears.

No, the biker has his own brand of pain.

The sweetest kind.

The sickest kind.

The kind that I’ll fall to my knees and moan for...

Over, and over, and over again.

He’s going to break me.

And I’m going to beg for more.

ELIAS

I’ve never been a one-woman kind of guy.

That’s one of the perks of the outlaw lifestyle – a different girl every night.

Then, when the sun’s up...

Kick ‘em out and never see ‘em again.

It suits me.

At least, it used to.

Then she came sprinting through the door.

She looked so out of place.

Like a baby deer in the lion’s den.

But when I saw the bruises ruining her perfect skin, I instantly knew.

There was a monster in her past.

I decided a few things then and there.

I’m gonna find the man who hurt her.

I’m gonna break every bone in his body.

Then I’m gonna come back to my clubhouse, bend the girl over my chopper, and let the whole world know one thing:

This one’s mine.

CHAPTER 1

Larry Turner, the lawyer and part owner of the Log Cabin, was there when they arrived and waved them over to join him at his table. Elias took her hand and guided her through the room, then pulled a chair out for her. She found the gesture warm and domestic. She sat and gave Larry a smile. Good morning.

How are you today?

Oh, I think I'm better than I've been for a long time.

You look good as well. Hungry?

Starving, she admitted.

Well the brunch is still going on. Why don't you two go fill some plates, and we'll talk after.

Talk? Is there something particular to talk about? she asked.

Not really, just didn't want to keep you from your food.

Oh, well I appreciate that. She grinned and got back up to follow Elias over to the buffet.

They filled two plates, each with waffles, strawberries, sausage, eggs, steak, and assorted other foods, and then came back to join Larry.

Wow, you really are starving, Larry chuckled.

I'll go back if it's still there once I polish this off, she told him with a teasing smile.

Oh, you have at least another hour. Take your time, Larry told her as he leaned back and motioned for a waitress to come by for their drink order.

Elias ordered a strawberry milkshake and a cup of coffee. Chelsea decided that ice tea would do for her.

They talked about the run yesterday, and then Larry asked where Elias thought they should go next week.

How about north this time? We could go up to Sam's National forest, he offered.

That sounds good. I'll throw my vote in with yours and pass it on to Wild Bill.

He's the vice president, right? Chelsea asked.

That would be the man, Larry agreed.

What position do you hold? she asked.

Legal adviser, of course. Which isn't really a position, but the club voted me in as an honorary officer.

That's nice.

Sort of. It's kind of like a title in England. All it really means is that I get to pay higher monthly dues, and I can vote on things like weekend trips, he laughed.

Larry didn't look like a lawyer. He wasn't quite as tall as Elias, but he was thicker in the chest and shoulders, and his forearms were roped with muscles. He looked more like a boxer or a brawler. His brow was thick and bushy, and his eyes were bright green.

So, you do mostly criminal law? she asked.

For the club it is normally criminal law, but my practice is elder law. I do some family stuff as well, but elder law is where my heart is.

What's that? she asked, taking a bite of waffle, whipped cream, and strawberry and moaning with unashamed glee.

Well, elders are anyone over the age of sixty-five. My practice focuses on combating those who would take advantage of people of that age and older. Swindles, misuse of power of attorney—things of that nature.

Oh. That sounds rewarding.

Doesn't pay much, but I like to believe I'm helping people who really need someone to help them.

She was about to say something when Elias suddenly exploded out of his chair, pulled his gun, and commanded in a roar she didn't think he was capable of, Hands where I can see them! Now!

The whole place went deadly silent, and when she turned to see what Elias was looking at, she found Tomas at the door.

Easy there cowboy. Tomas smiled. I'm a cop.

Hands where I can see them! Now! Or I put a bullet in your knee.

I said I was a cop, asshole.

Elias fired, and the bullet smashed into the ground in front of Tomas. Last warning.

Fuck! Tomas shouted, but he lifted his hands.

Larry, call the cops.

Right, Larry said, pulling out his cell phone.

Alright, maybe this is a bad time, Tomas said. I'll just ease back out of here—

Elias' gun went off again, this time the bullet hit the door jamb right beside Tomas' face. "You do anything I don't tell you to do, I will shoot you. Are we clear?"

The hatred twisting Tomas' face