Category: Romance

Chapter Nine When Trixie didn’t come down to meet him for lunch, Cayden went looking for her. He knew she had been working in her office, so he checked there first. After verifying that she wasn’t in the showroom or bay, Cayden asked Jeff and Joey if they had seen her. Neither claimed they had.

Chapter Eight Mr. Cocky Biker: Pick up your phone! Call me! Mr. Cocky Biker: This is getting ridiculous! Just tell me what’s wrong! Mr. Cocky Biker: Trixie, baby, please. You can’t see it, but I am on my knees begging. Mr. Cocky Biker: Please, just call me. You wouldn’t even look at me today. Mr.

Chapter Seven Trixie was floating on the high that was all Cayden Russo. If she thought it couldn’t get any better than their private weekend, she had been wrong. Very, very wrong. On Monday, he greeted her like they’d been apart for months. Arriving early enough to ensure they were alone, he laid her back

Chapter Six Trixie ordered their pizza for a five-forty minute delivery. While she didn’t think anyone would be specifically hanging around on a Friday afternoon, she didn’t want to make it seem like she was rushing anyone. Though he continued to use the phrase ‘wine and dine’, he was aware that she didn’t drink alcohol

Chapter Five Eventually, they separated and decided that they needed to start talking business rather than personal. Cayden moved to the other side of Trix’s desk. She wasn’t sure she liked the space between them, but knew they’d never get anything done without it there. She had to admit, in the four hours he’d been

Chapter Four On Monday morning when Mr. Wynn dropped him off at the employee entrance at the back, Cayden was not ashamed to admit he was as giddy as a fucking schoolboy. Cayden’s eyes narrowed slightly at the red light on the keypad. Trixie had obviously changed her code. Mr. Wynn had already driven off

Chapter Three Somehow, they got through the paperwork required by the work program for Trixie to hire Cayden. At his request, she promised not to reveal his history to the others under her employ. Apparently, that was how he’d been fired from his last three jobs. Ridiculous. People just needed to get over themselves. Mr.

Chapter Two Trix grumbled to herself as she walked up the sidewalk to the Wynns’ house. She’d been here numerous times in her youth, but rarely since they’d converted it into a halfway house. The Wynns were as protective of her as her papá, abuelo, and hermanos. As if being the only girl wasn’t bad enough, she was

Chapter One Cayden thrust his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep them from visibly shaking. He’d learned long ago to control his fury. If a sleeper or an exotic car wasn’t around, he forced his anger into his hands. This way, his face remained blank, and he could easily hide his hands.