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Knights in Black Leather #1
William Morrow
September 2015
On Sale: September 15, 2015
Featuring: Aubrey Evans; Zion
352 pages
ISBN: 0062389602
EAN: 9780062389602
Kindle: B00RLV2K40
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Following in the tradition of Kristen Ashley, Joanna Wilde, and Jay Crownover, this first novel in a sexy, dark New Adult series tells the thrilling story of a young woman who finds herself drawn to a Southern motorcycle club’s inner circle—and a dangerously hot biker.

Aubrey Evans needs to get her life back on track after
her father is indicted
for embezzlement. She’ll save college tuition money,
hightail it out of small-
town Tennessee, and steer clear of hard-muscled boys on
motorcycles. Yet
there’s no ignoring someone like Zion. A knight in black
leather, Zion looks
like every bad idea she’s been told to avoid, but she
can’t resist him.
Whenever she’s in trouble, he’s there. Appealing as his
rough exterior may be,
it’s the protective, principled man beneath that tempts
her like crazy.

Zion knows Aubrey doesn’t intend to stick around. She
claims to want only
friendship, but he senses there’s a naughty girl hiding
on the inside—one
whose intense desires match his own. For now, he’ll be
patient and play by her
rules. Though he knows it’s just a matter of time before
he weakens her
resolve.

As they join forces to figure out who’s behind a local
crime spree, it’s clear
that the danger goes deeper than Aubrey guessed. And when
she needs
someone tall, dark, and undaunted to keep her safe, Zion
intends to be there
—now and always.

Excerpt

“You’re safe, Red,” he said in a softer voice. “I’ll take you to
grandmother’s house.”

He watched me, obviously waiting for something.

The best my drunken brain could offer was, “The Big Bad wolf eats Red.”

He paused, grinned, and patted the seat. “You’re too drunk for that too.”

I blinked at him. Then his words sunk in, and I gasped. I hadn’t meant that,
but now that he planted the idea in my mind, I couldn’t speak.

“You’re safe with me,” he promised, and then he patted the tiny seat behind
him.

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want to be safe, not after he’d planted
such forbidden images in my mind. I yanked my mind out of the gutter and
climbed onto the motorcycle, wrapped my arms around his waist, and tried not
to shiver. I shouldn’t like the way he talked, but I did. I liked the whole
package: the rescue, the insinuations, the motorcycle.

Maybe alcohol and fumbled petting with Quincy just skewed my judgment so
severely that Zion seemed more tempting than he actually was. I wasn’t sure.
I also didn’t think it mattered. By tomorrow, I would be too sober to think
about kisses or any of the other things he might be good at doing.

He pulled my arms tighter around him, holding my hands together on his very
taut stomach. It was a little embarrassing that being on the back of his
Harley was doing far more for my libido than all of Quincy’s—and every other
man’s before him—effort.

“Hold on, Red.”