All Dogs Bite (MC romance) (Club Chrome Book 2)
Book Details
Author(s)
Alexx Andria
Publisher
Alexx Andria
ISBN / ASIN
B00NLVZUUU
ISBN-13
978B00NLVZUU2
Sales Rank
#183,581
Marketplace
United States 🇺🇸
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Description
When BBW Delainey Jones pictured the love of her life, she never imagined a hard-as-nails MC leader who is as bad as they come. But when a man climbs through her window, bleeding from a gunshot wound and needing a place to hide, all she  can see is one hot, sexy man in need of her help.  Unfortunately, Bronx Harris isn't the kind of man a sweet, trusting woman like Delainey should let in her bed...or her heart. Soon it becomes quite clear that he's the worst kind of man for a woman like her. Too bad she can't seem to get enough...
Bronx Harris stays away from relationships - it's safer that way. Safer for the women, that is - no need to drag an innocent into his ugly, dangerous lifestyle. That doesn't mean he can't appreciate the curves on the sexy strawberry blonde who's acting as his personal nurse. That doesn't mean he can't enjoy her sweet, sensual nature while he's laying low - he just has to be willing to walk away the minute he's back on his feet. But Delainey is like a drug in his system, and before long, walking away is the last thing he wants to do...even though he knows he'll never be the man she needs him to be.Â
EXCERPT:
Bronx groaned as the pain returned with a vengeance, slamming into him like a mack truck and leaving behind a mangled mess to contend with. He opened his eyes and blinked sluggishly, struggling to focus on the spinning room. Worse than a tequila hangover, he thought blearily to himself as he tried to keep it together. Where was he?
Think, Bronx. Where the hell did you end up?
His vision finally cleared and he heard light snoring to his left. Startled, he swiveled his head slowly to find a disheveled strawberry blond, tucked into a quilt, oblivious to the world and the fact that a bloody stranger had slept on her floor. He started to move and winced as the fresh searing pain of his wound reminded him that he wasn’t about to go partying anytime soon.
His hand strayed gingerly to the wound and found bandages taped to his side. Had she done that? He couldn’t remember anything beyond crawling through that open window. He must’ve passed out from the blood loss. Ah hell, this was some shit to get himself into.
“Oh!†the soft, surprised, distinctly feminine gasp caused him to turn and run right into the blue-eyed gaze of the woman who’d saved his life. They locked stares and he was pinned by something he hadn’t felt in a long-ass time — hell, if ever — and it freaked him out more than a little.
Bronx Harris stays away from relationships - it's safer that way. Safer for the women, that is - no need to drag an innocent into his ugly, dangerous lifestyle. That doesn't mean he can't appreciate the curves on the sexy strawberry blonde who's acting as his personal nurse. That doesn't mean he can't enjoy her sweet, sensual nature while he's laying low - he just has to be willing to walk away the minute he's back on his feet. But Delainey is like a drug in his system, and before long, walking away is the last thing he wants to do...even though he knows he'll never be the man she needs him to be.Â
EXCERPT:
Bronx groaned as the pain returned with a vengeance, slamming into him like a mack truck and leaving behind a mangled mess to contend with. He opened his eyes and blinked sluggishly, struggling to focus on the spinning room. Worse than a tequila hangover, he thought blearily to himself as he tried to keep it together. Where was he?
Think, Bronx. Where the hell did you end up?
His vision finally cleared and he heard light snoring to his left. Startled, he swiveled his head slowly to find a disheveled strawberry blond, tucked into a quilt, oblivious to the world and the fact that a bloody stranger had slept on her floor. He started to move and winced as the fresh searing pain of his wound reminded him that he wasn’t about to go partying anytime soon.
His hand strayed gingerly to the wound and found bandages taped to his side. Had she done that? He couldn’t remember anything beyond crawling through that open window. He must’ve passed out from the blood loss. Ah hell, this was some shit to get himself into.
“Oh!†the soft, surprised, distinctly feminine gasp caused him to turn and run right into the blue-eyed gaze of the woman who’d saved his life. They locked stares and he was pinned by something he hadn’t felt in a long-ass time — hell, if ever — and it freaked him out more than a little.
