Read Online Books/Novels:
Flame (Men of Inked Heatwave #1)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:
Could you love a man surrounded by danger?
Pike Moore is a bossy biker with a cocky attitude and an even bigger ego. He came to Inked to start over. New town. New job. New roots. None of that included coming face-to-face with the hot chick who spent a week in his bed before she vanished without a trace.
But when Pike’s dark family history catches up with him, can he stop Gigi from being caught in the crossfire?
Flame is book one in the Men of Inked: Heatwave series by USA Today bestselling author Chelle Bliss. The Men of Inked: Heatwave series features steamy romance, hot heroes, and strong women.
**City & Suzy’s Daughter**
|Books in Series:|
|Books by Author:|
Mistake: an error in action, calculation, opinion, or judgment caused by poor reasoning, carelessness, or insufficient knowledge.
* * *
Life is a series of mistakes. I’ve made my fair share of them. Some were grander than others, but each time, I tried to learn a new lesson, driven not to make the same one more than once.
Falling for the wrong man has been my problem. Sure, I’d done stupid things like every young person. Things that could’ve changed the way the rest of my life had played out.
I didn’t fear much. I also didn’t think too far into the future, wondering how my newest mistake would alter the rest of my life. That’s the thing about youth. We spend so much time in the now, we rarely think about the future because time seems infinite while we feel so indestructible.
Mistakes are how we learn and evolve. At least, that’s what my father told me, trying to get me not to make the same mistake twice.
But I didn’t listen. I’d made the same mistake twice. I’d loved two boys in my life—Erik and Keith.
Both said they loved me.
Both broke my heart.
The only thing I got right with Keith, my high school sweetheart, was that I didn’t sleep with him. Just before graduation, I caught him cheating and later found out it wasn’t the first time he’d done me wrong. C’est la vie.
I thought Erik, mistake number two, was the real deal. I thought we’d go the distance, but again, I was wrong. Although I gave him my virginity, trusting him more than anyone in the world, he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants either.
I seemed doomed, weaving a web of ex-boyfriends and cheaters to carry with me, altering the way I’d feel about men for the rest of my life.
I didn’t want to be that girl.
I didn’t want to be bitter and untrusting of every man for the rest of my days. I knew there was goodness in the world.
My parents had been married for over twenty years. Happily married at that. My mother was everything to my father. She could do no wrong in his eyes. He worshiped her. Treated her like a goddess. I grew up watching that goodness, seeing how a man should love a woman. But no matter where I looked, all I seemed to attract were cheaters.
After cheater number two broke my heart, I vowed to myself never to let it happen again. I’d either have to learn to keep things casual with the men in my future or hone my man-picker and try to weed out the slimeballs from the good guys.
How totally laughable is that?
But then I met the man, the one I thought was number three. The one I couldn’t imagine getting it right with because everything about him screamed error in judgment.
He was different from any man I’d ever opened my heart to before. He was different from the boy I’d first given my body to.
…But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t become mistake number three.
“He wants you.” Tamara, my cousin, elbows me in the ribs while she gawks at a guy across the bar. “And he’s hot, bitch.”
I glance in his direction and look away quickly when our eyes meet.
The guy isn’t just hot, he’s Freaking Fine with capital Fs.
But the last thing I need is more complication in my life, especially after what happened with Erik.
I tear my gaze away from him and roll my eyes at my cousin. “I’m not here for a hookup, Tam. I’m here to be with my girls, not some…”
“Hot piece of ass?” She finishes my statement and shoots me a smug grin.
“He’s not that hot.” I throw the thin red straw from my drink in her direction, hoping she’ll change the subject.
I’m completely lying, of course.
This guy is hot as fuck. He’s not a pretty boy…although he is handsome. He’s a little rough around the edges and probably couldn’t pull off the corporate look to save his life, but that doesn’t make him any less hot. There’s no way a guy like him rides his bike on the weekends and sits in a cubicle all day to pay the bills.
He lives the life.
He’s all in.
Balls deep in the biker world by the looks of him. This isn’t a getaway weekend to let his shit hang out and cut loose for a few days. Nope. This life—the drinkin’ and ridin’—is part of his core.
On a hotness scale of one to ten, he’s totally a twenty. But Jesus, he’s a little scary too.
I’ve known plenty of bikers in my short twenty years walking this earth. Growing up with a biker dad who had biker friends, I’ve been around guys like the hottie my entire life. Since I worked at Inked during my summers, my circle of bikers grew, but they were all good guys…at least in their own fucked-up ways.