Title: Tap'd Out
Series: Dead Presidents MC Series #5
Author: Harley Stone
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 27, 2019
Serving as an intelligence officer taught Tap how to listen, but nobody warned him about hearing too much. Now, he skates the line between paranoid and prepared, afraid to fully trust anyone, even his club brothers.
Sasha Petrov believed in the system. She devoted her life to serving and protecting, only to find that justice is a greedy whore that sways toward the best paying client. Now, she’ll settle for vengeance.
When Tap finds Sasha beaten, bloody, and begging for help, he’ll have to risk exposing all his secrets to save her. Can someone so broken put her back together?
He had the experience to do the stealth thing and bug the leader of a vicious gang that was a danger to the Dead Presidents MC. His club. He didn't' expect to find a woman on the floor of the office next on his list to wire. She was beaten, bloody, and half naked. Normally he'd just leave her. Not his business. He knew things were not always what they appeared. For some unknown reason, he couldn't leave her.
No one was prepared for what he did. Why? No one in the club knew where he lived. Trust didn't come easy. When the situation demanded he asks for help he had to give up some of his secrets.
Sasha had no family. She was doing what she always wanted. She became a cop. Problem was the job was nothing like she expected. When a case involving a number of missing women and she couldn't get much help from her leaders she decided to take it on herself. Not a good idea and what left her beaten and bloody where Tap found her.
These two have little reason to trust. Can they learn to trust each other and work together to rescue these women and find love for each other?
A story of learned trust and love. Steam. Visiting the other members and their old ladies is an added benefit of this story. Don't miss it.
He had the experience to do the stealth thing and bug the leader of a vicious gang that was a danger to the Dead Presidents MC. His club. He didn't' expect to find a woman on the floor of the office next on his list to wire. She was beaten, bloody, and half naked. Normally he'd just leave her. Not his business. He knew things were not always what they appeared. For some unknown reason, he couldn't leave her.
No one was prepared for what he did. Why? No one in the club knew where he lived. Trust didn't come easy. When the situation demanded he asks for help he had to give up some of his secrets.
Sasha had no family. She was doing what she always wanted. She became a cop. Problem was the job was nothing like she expected. When a case involving a number of missing women and she couldn't get much help from her leaders she decided to take it on herself. Not a good idea and what left her beaten and bloody where Tap found her.
These two have little reason to trust. Can they learn to trust each other and work together to rescue these women and find love for each other?
A story of learned trust and love. Steam. Visiting the other members and their old ladies is an added benefit of this story. Don't miss it.
She was perfection. Every bruise, scar, and bandage paid tribute to her strength and determination. I wanted to become intimately acquainted with each dimple, kiss every freckle, run my tongue across every mole. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said, spinning her back around. Her expression softened. “You’re not bad yourself. I mean, if you’re into those perfect stripper body, probably-works-out-everyday, sexy-as-hell types. Which I am.” I chuckled and pulled her into my arms again. “Good. Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” She swallowed. “I don’t want that either.” The desire in her eyes made her desire clear, but the way she chewed on her lip and the slight tremble in her arms told me she was scared. “What can I do?” I asked. “What do you need from me?” She looked over our scattered clothes and scooped up my shirt. Turning me around, she used it to tie my hands behind my back. I flexed, noting how loosely her bonds held me. “I can break out of this,” I said honestly. She turned me around to face her again, her green eyes pleading. “I know. Don’t.”