Title: Stripping Her Defenses (Ex Ops, #2)
Author: Jessie Lane
Released Date: October 31, 2014
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/qmRmh30oAl0
Blurb
He can’t change the scars on her body…
but fate will give him a second chance to mend the scars he put on her heart.
Riley Sullivan and the Ex Ops Team are headed to Miami undercover… as bikers. Following up a lead, the men will perform their investigation acting as members of the Regulators Motorcycle Club with the club’s permission. Surrounded by hardcore bikers and investigating missing strippers, Riley finds the last person he ever expected to see again—his ex-wife.
Kara Sullivan left the man she loved after a tragic accident cost them their unborn son. After years of therapy, she’s come to grips with the loss and has re-emerged from the pain a brand new person. That doesn’t mean she’s ready to face the man who inadvertently broke her heart, and who she’s hurt in return.
Riley has never stopped loving her and he never will. He’s ready to fix their marriage and move on with their lives, however Kara’s reluctance to renew their relationship isn’t their only problem. Danger lurks just around the corner… and there’s a chance she could disappear permanently.
Stepping into the inner
sanctum of After Midnight, I was bombarded by breasts. Literally. It took two
point two nanoseconds before there was a stripper’s pasty covered titties
rubbing against my arm. Turning my head, I gave the woman a fuck off look, but
when she gave me a hopeful, sexy smile back, I realized my glower only seemed
to have turned her on more. Weird. Usually, when I gave someone that glare,
they hightailed it in the opposite direction.
“Hey, baby. I haven’t
seen you around the club before. Are you a newly patched member or something?”
Jesus. This chick was
practically humpin’ my leg because I was wearing biker leather? Unbelievable.
When one of her hard
nipples practically stabbed me in my arm, I looked down at her rack to make
sure she didn’t have a small needle-like weapon hidden under those sparkly
pasties of hers. Unfortunately, she took my perusal as encouragement.
“If you want to blow off
some steam, I could take you into one of the private rooms and wipe that frown
off your face handsome. For a taste of you, I wouldn’t even charge.”
Wasn’t it sad that my
dick didn’t even twitch at that blatant invitation? She was a pretty girl with
her medium length blond hair, a tight body, and sweet little breasts, but she
didn’t do a damn thing for me. It was further proof my dick and heart were
still married to a woman who no longer wanted them.
As she tried to slide her
hand over my stomach, roaming towards my waistband, I caught and stopped it
before she could go any farther. “Appreciate the offer, honey, but I’m here on
business.”
Blondie gave me an
adorable pout. “Well, after you’re done with your business, will you let me
give you some pleasure?”
Shaking my head at her
persistence, I answered, “Maybe another time.”
The stripper huffed in exasperation
before turning her head towards the sound of some feminine giggling off to our
left. Looking over at the sound, I found my brother with his hands full of
stripper. Literally. There was a cute brunette with her legs wrapped around his
waist and her tongue down his throat. Obviously, Declan didn’t have the same
qualms I had. He was eagerly taking what the stripper was offering, not giving
a fuck that he was standing in plain sight, making out with his hands under her
mini skirt, grabbing her ass.
Blondie left me to go
stand behind Declan and started roaming her hands over his chest and whispering
in his ear.
Rolling my eyes at my
brother, I glanced over to find Lucas in his own predicament. He had a
redheaded stripper who kept trying to grab his junk whenever he let her hands
free. Honestly, I had to laugh at the sight because there was a hardened
soldier, a guy who had been through more military training and special missions
than your average soldier would ever see, and he seemed to be completely
freaked out by a chick trying to grab his junk.
I didn’t have long to
laugh at him, though, before a man walked up behind the feisty redheaded
stripper mauling Lucas, grabbed her around the waist, and physically picked her
up and set her aside, away from them both. When she opened her mouth to
protest, the interloper, who was also wearing a Regulators’ cut, cocked one
blonde eyebrow at her in a silent dare to continue. Catching the hint, she
pivoted on her stiletto heel and stomped away in feminine rage.
When the man turned back
to smile at Lucas, I was able to get a better look at him. Buzzed blonde hair,
a strong fit form in a black T-shirt, his cut, and jeans; he easily looked as
if he could have stepped out of the military yesterday. Not exactly what I had
pictured when I thought of an outlaw biker. The man held out his hand and then
enveloped Lucas in a one-armed hug.
Lucas spoke loudly to be
heard over the music. “Good to see you again, Hammer.”
“It’s been a long time,
man.”
“Hell yeah, it has. I’ve
got to tell you, if I’d known that was the reception waiting for me, I might
have taken you up on your offer to come back and check out the club when we got
out of the Army.”
Hammer laughed. “Fuck
that, I’ve heard you fell into some interesting shit, Lucas.”
Lucas shrugged, but gave
the man a small smile. “You could say that.” Pointing back to me, he said,
“This is Riley, and that fucker over there, sucking face with two of your
girls, is Declan. Let’s take this conversation somewhere a little less wild
before he starts fucking them in public.”
Hammer snorted at my
brother and then barked out, “Candy! Destiny! Don’t you have customers to see
to?”
The blonde and the
brunette jumped in surprise before slowly starting to peel away from my
brother. The blonde pouted at Hammer much like she’d been pouting at me a few
minutes before. “Aww, come on, Hammer. We just wanted to welcome the new
members before the other girls get to them. Don’t take them away from us.”
Hammer shook his head.
“Jesus, woman. Close down the open sign on your pussy and let us get down to
business. If the boys want to party later, then you’ll see ‘em. If not, I’m
sure you’ll be riding another brother’s dick before the night is out. Now get
your pretty little ass to work.”
Stripping Her Defenses (Ex Ops, #2)
Secret Maneuvers (Ex Ops, #1)
About the Author
Giveaway!
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Release Date: December 8, 2014
Model: Shawn Dawson
Photographer: Golden Czermak/Furious Fotog
Cover Designer: Mina Carter
Loosely attached to Chelsea Camaron's Hellions Series and Jessie Lane's Ex Ops Series.
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He's an outlaw biker.
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Morgan Powell was raised to be perfect, to set an example for her sisters to follow. Her life has been dedicated to making something of her career, so she wouldn’t know what to do with a man even if you gave her an instruction manual.
Brett 'Ice' Grady spends his days trying to keep up with his teenage daughter, his nights consumed in Regulators’ MC business. He has no time for anything more than a casual hookup.
Two worlds collide when the dangers of his life crash into the calm of hers.
Can she go beyond her own boundaries and chip her way through to the man known to be as cold as ice?
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