Slow Burn (Lost Kings MC Book #1)
Cover Design: Mayhem
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Publication Date: October 14, 2014
Approx Word Count: 68,000
Genre: MC Romance
Synopsis
Forced to represent an outlaw biker, a married
attorney must come to terms with her feelings for her client while avoiding the
danger he brings into her sedate life.
President of the Lost Kings MC, Rochlan
"Rock" North, hasn't managed to find a woman capable of making him
want to curb his wild ways—until he meets sweet, innocent, married lawyer Hope
Kendall.
Forced to represent the outlaw biker, Hope is
rattled by her immediate attraction to Rock. Hope is a good girl in a good
marriage. Rock thrills her, but she's not going to throw away everything she's
built on a fling with her criminal client.
Rock respects Hope enough
to leave her alone, even as he realizes he's become a little obsessed with her.
When their connection endangers her life, he'll have to destroy her in order to
save her.
After tragedy strikes, Rock is determined to earn
Hope's forgiveness and convince her that even with their staggering
differences, they're meant to be together
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Excerpt
First
Meet
"Attorney Kendall, could you
stay and do an arraignment, please?" the judge asked off the
record.
Her jaw dropped, and the color
drained from her face. "Uh, I'm not a criminal attorney, your
honor," she stammered.
"It's pretty simple. Mr.
North's attorney got delayed. Don't make me appoint you," he
teased.
"Well, um, just for the limited
purpose of this arraignment?" she asked with a hopeful lilt to
her voice.
"That's fine."
The judge waved me over next to her.
Her big eyes widened in shock as I lumbered over. I was mildly
insulted. Had she really not noticed me the entire time I'd been
sitting there?
"I can pay you," I
whispered down to
her.
She looked startled. "It's
okay. What are we dealing with?"
I liked the way she said
"we."
"Weed."
She gave me a blank stare.
"Marijuana. Got caught with a
couple blunts." Acting on a bad tip from one of the
club’s many
enemies, the cops had been hoping to pin a whole hell of a lot more on
me. This was why, instead of ignoring the weed like most cops did
these days, I was standing here in shackles and the
orange jumpsuit.
"Oh geez." She rolled her
eyes. At me or the charge, I wasn't sure.
"Do you have a record?"
"About a mile
long."
That stopped her. She stared up at
me, searching my face for the truth. Apparently deciding no one would
joke about that, she nodded her head.
"Can you post bail? Do you
work? Have a
family?"
"Yes, yes, and yes."
She didn't ask what kind of work. Or
what kind of family for
that matter.
"Your honor, I've had a chance
to confer with my
client."
"Very well.
Let’s call
it."
His clerk stood and read out,
"The People
of the State of New York
My girl looked up at me again. My
manners were shit. I’d never bothered to introduce myself, I
guess.
The judge slammed his gavel
down. First time I’d heard him do it all morning. The sharp thwack broke the
staring contest my pretty lawyer and I were engaged in.
"Do you wish to hear the reading
of the charges, counselor?"
She hesitated for a minute, and the
judge covered the microphone with his hand. "Usually the attorney
waives the reading, Miss
Kendall."
"I know, your honor. Thank you.
Yes, I'll waive the reading. May I have a copy of the charges for my
file, though?"
"Yes, of course. Do you wish to
be heard on
bail?"
"Yes, your honor. My client
assures me he can pay a reasonable sum. He's a hard-working family
man, so it would be in society's best interest to allow him to continue
to work and provide for his family while he waits to address these
false
charges."
I'm proud to say I kept a straight
face during all of that. She impressed me with her quick thinking,
though. Criminal attorney or not, she was clever. I had a fondness for
clever. Clever kept you
alive.
Cute and smart. I
should get arrested more
often.
"Very well. Bail is set in the
amount of five hundred dollars cash. If your client is able to post it
now, he can be processed downstairs instead of going back to
county."
She looked up at me and arched an
eyebrow. I nodded and motioned my crew forward.
"That's acceptable. Thank you, your
honor."
"Off the
record," the
judge said to the court reporter. He looked back up at my attorney.
"See, that wasn't so hard, Miss Kendall." The judge's face
lit up in a wolfish smile I didn't take kindly
to. Already in my head, I'd laid claim to this woman whose
first name I didn't even know.
The sheriff came over and gripped my
elbow.
"Can't you remove the
restraints, now?" she asked the sheriff with wide, pleading
eyes.
To say her request stunned me would
be an understatement. No one had ever given a crap about my
discomfort.
The sheriff did not look surprised. He
answered her gently. "No counselor, not till he's posted the bail
money. You can meet us downstairs." He nodded toward the guys standing behind the
banister. "His posse can show you the
way."
She hesitated, and I read the
expression on her face loud and clear. She didn't want to follow my
crew anywhere. In fact, she looked like she wanted to run
away.
"Go ahead, I'll be
fine." I appreciated that she'd given it a try. Sheriffs
wouldn’t
break protocol no matter how owl-eyed innocent she acted. It sure
turned me on, though.
About the Author
When
she’s not writing, she spends time listening to music, going to
concerts, reading, acting, and collecting nail polish. While those
things are fun, Autumn is happiest sitting in front of her computer
into the wee hours of the night, weaving stories the characters in her
head whisper to her.
She lives in Upstate New York with her husband
and their three rescue dogs. She is actively involved with several dog rescue
groups and her local RWA chapter.
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