Explosive

Title: Explosive

Series: The Houston Defiance MC Series #1

Author: KE Osborn

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: August 24, 2020

Cover Design: Designs by Dana
Cover Model: Kevin Creekman

I couldn’t walk away.

It’s not who I am.

The moment I saw Rayne broken and bloodied, I knew I wasn’t leaving without her.

As the president of the Houston Defiance MC, my job is to protect. And there’s no taming the rage building inside my body, screaming at me to shield her from the husband who’s beating her day in and day out.

Taking her was never in my plans, but plans change.

I don’t care if she’s married.

Or that her husband’s a cop.

Our connection is explosive, it’s dangerous, it’s intoxicating.

And I’m fast being swept up in her storm.

It’s something I can’t ignore.

I thought the enemy was clear, and I was ready to fight.

But maybe there’s a threat we didn’t see coming?

Maybe there’s someone closer to us than we ever could have imagined.

Someone who could be the destruction of us both. 

I start moving toward the exit. My chest heats so fucking much it’s like I’m on fire. I don’t know what the hell’s happening right now, but having Rayne in my arms, knowing while I’m holding her, and no fucking person in the world can touch her, it has my body flaming in adrenaline.

This woman is bad news.

Real bad fucking news.

Her eyes linger on me as I walk with her from the bedroom, down the hall, and outside to the waiting van. Having her right up against me like this is not doing my cock any favors. She smells like peaches and fucking sunsets.

How the fuck can someone smell like a sunset? It’s like I’m going out of my damn mind right now.

She’s invading my senses as I help her inside the van, placing her in the rear seat.

“I don’t understand why you’re helping me?” Her eyes lock onto mine.

My protector mode rears its head yet again as I lean over her grabbing at the seat belt to pull over her. Our faces come in line with each other.

Rayne scrunches up her face, reaching for the seat belt. “I can put on my own seat belt.”

I jerk my head back as she removes it from my grip while trying to gain control of the situation. I pull it back from her and click it into position. “I’m sure you can, but I need to ensure you’re taken care of. Can’t get you out of this situation and have you injured on the way into the club because you’re not buckled in properly.”

Her eyes widen. “There are so many things wrong with what you just said. One, you think I’m incapable of something as simple as doing up a seat belt. And two, you believe your driving is so bad I’m going to be injured on the way to wherever it is you’re taking me?”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“Then you need to think about how you word shit, ‘cause you’re coming across as an arrogant ass.”

I glare at her smug, insolent, beautiful face. “You have an attitude problem, cherry bomb.”

She snorts. “And you think you can control me because I get beaten up by my husband? He might walk all over me, but you…” she tilts her head smugly, “… not so much.”

Hmm. She has a feisty side.

I lean in closer. Her eyes widen, and her breathing hitches. She’s affected. “I like your fighting spirit, Rayne. You are a wild one.”

She leans in closer, we’re only an inch apart, the smell of peach surrounds me. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to rush forward pressing my lips to hers. My eyes stare into her incandescent emerald green eyes, they’re so alive, so alight with fire. She has so much fight in her. As she licks her bottom lip, my cock twitches when she whispers, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

A low hum vibrates from my chest as I exhale, backing away from Rayne slowly.

She’s trouble with a capital ‘I’m screwed.’ 

Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.

Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.

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