Quotes from Joanna Wylde

Like she was dancing through life to some song nobody else could hear. Never met another woman like her-she wasn't just sexy, she was a survivor and I admired that.

I really shouldn't have skipped biker babe orientation, I mused. Next time I'd definitely attend. A little laugh sneaked out

He gyrated his hips suggestively and the rest of the guys snickered. Horse turned fast, punching him in the stomach. Mohawk man doubled over but managed to stay standing as Horse grabbed my arm and jerked me out the door.

I know it's hard to believe because I'm such a giant asshole, but I don't want you to be unhappy.

Horse had been by himself for a long time, and he was in need of the occasional attitude adjustment. I'd already lived with one asshole and I wasn't in the market for another one.

I'd tried to find someone else, but it was like he'd broken me, destroying every chance for happiness away from his touch. God, but I hated him for that.

Dancer had lined up a row of tequila shots in front of us, issuing everyone salt and limes before declaring, "Drink up, bitches! If God wanted us sober, he wouldn't have made shot glasses so cute!

Life isn't fair," he whispered. "Sometimes, you just have to make the most of what you've got.

Any other time, any other place, she'd be under me already, but I knew my job. Reapers forever, forever Reapers. Sometimes loyalty sucks.

He may be hot as hell, but so far as I'm concerned, the man is pond scum.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn't my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasn't a one-way street, not even close.

Who are you?" I asked, the hard pressure between my legs sending waves of need and desire through me. But I wasn't some little girl to be manipulated by lust. "Told you – my name is Gage. I'm with the Reaper's motorcycle club, and I'll be the man fucking you from now on.

It's not like we're a couple." "My dick was inside you three hours ago," he replied, eyes narrowing. "I don't know what that makes us, but it's fair to say we've moved past landlord and tenant.

You're enough of an asshole to have sex in front of me." "Yeah, I'm a real piece of work—a single man fucking a willing partner in the privacy of my own home. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, I'm so ashamed of my actions.

So that's the story of how I committed statutory rape less than twenty-four hours out of prison--on my birthday no less

I thought you were going to die. Marie saved your life, did he tell you that?" "Yeah," Horse said, closing his eyes again. Fuck, but he was tired. "Fuckin' pansy," Picnic said, and Horse heard him laugh, as if from a distance. "Damn woman had to protect him, lazy asshole wouldn't even get up off the ground. Dripping blood, making a mess…

Shit," said the guy with the mohawk and skull tats. "I fucking hate it when they piss themselves." He

I crept across the hall and knocked on the door. There weren't any screams or anything coming from inside. Good sign or bad? Hard to tell—this was my first felony and I didn't know the proper procedure.

So why are you called Horse?" "'Cause I'm hung like one," he replied, smirking.

It's a .38," he said proudly. "I know you're a .22 girl, but it's time for us to take the next step in our relationship.

It's a .38. I know you're a .22 girl, but it's time for us to take the next step in our relationship.

Now me? I don't even own a f**kin' goldfish. At the end of the day, who's got more to lose here? You call me when you're ready to talk.

Suppose it was too much to hope for a man who could fix an air conditioner and have a soul at the same time.

We'll dial for you, 'cause we're helpful that way," Horse said. "People don't always give us full credit for our warm, fuzzy side, but it's definitely there. We just love to help." "Fuckin' Mother Teresa of the MC world, Horse," Ruger chimed in. "Brings a tear to my eye." Gage snorted and tossed me the man's phone.