In Love and Trust (Mid NFW Mayhem Book 8)

“Possession is nine-tenths of the law, and the other tenth is being able to whip your opponent’s ass” was the motto of the women in the Nyarai family. While no Nyarai possessed much of anything, what they had they held on to real tight. It was easier to pry a firearm from the cold, dead hands of an NRA president than to take shit from a Nyarai woman. The ERs were littered with those who had tried.

In the case of Trust Nyarai, so was so the swamp. With a body made for cat suits, and legs made for stiletto heels, Trust looked like she should be rocking a cape. She didn’t rock a cape. She considered cat suits to be tight-assed onesies for grown people and Elvis impersonators. The only type of shoes she owned had steel in the toes, Gore-Tex membranes and rubber soles. A badass chopper-riding, machete-wielding woman, Trust was good at three things: slinging hash, separating assholes from their entrails, and protecting her niece.

When the latest WTF jumped off in their backwoods town, Trust gathers her niece, a sweet ride and a map. Hitting the open road, they embarked on the road trip to end all road trips. With four million miles of paved and unpaved roads, they could’ve landed anywhere, but they ended up in Mid No Fucking Where. Trust wasn’t ready for Mid NFW…especially the Highland barbarian Viking who’d introduced himself by waving his sword at her.

Thamesis Ceanncath was bad tempered and one of the most lethal warriors the world had witnessed. His prowess in battle had earned him a fearsome reputation…and banishment from his native Scotland, the rest of Europe and most of Asia. With no wars to wage in the Peach State, he’d taken up new hobbies: riding choppers, fucking with his fellow barbarians and enjoying Southern cuisine.

And then Trust Nyarai rode into town. Caught up being jealous of the jeans that had the privilege of cupping her gorgeous ass, he wasn’t prepared for the wicked-looking machete she pulled out…and neither was the man she’d pulled it on. While a woman brandishing a weapon turned him on no end, she was threatening his friend, and he simply couldn’t have that. Employing the stealth that made him so lethal, he held the beauty at the end of his sword and whispered a demand.

And thus began their relationship…as far as he was concerned. He decided he wanted her the moment he witnessed her handling her weapon. He decided he was going to keep her the moment she responded to his threat with one of her own. She may not have mouthed it, but she yelled it with her eyes. Later, when they’d had some alone time, she reiterated it with her beautiful, tempting mouth.

Yeah, she was his. Now all he had to do was convince her…and the rest of Mid NFW, who’d taken a liking to the spirited woman. No one was making it easy for him. Instead of getting angry, he simply grew harder and more determined. Not a man to back down from a fight, he wasn’t going to start now. Lord help them all.