It’s the perfect plan…until the ties that bind
reach into their hearts.
Garret James doesn’t
need a woman tying him down. Not when the number of buckle bunny notches on his
belt—and his position in the pro bull rider standing—are both on the rise. Just
when he learns he’s this close to blowing out his bad shoulder, Silver Jordan
roars into his life, long, leather-clad legs straddling her Harley. Hell, he
might not mind being tied to one woman, if that one woman was her. There's one
problem—she’s his friend’s sister. But once their eyes lock, resistance is
Then Silver offers him
a smoking-hot deal. He gets the hottest sex of his life and access to her
health insurance for his career-saving surgery—all wrapped up in a marriage of
convenience. In exchange, she gets her parents off her back about her
reluctance to follow their marriage-and-kids roadmap.
For a while, dodging
questions and hiding their arrangement is easy. But in private, they battle
emotions between them they never expected to grow. After all, the marriage is
only temporary…isn’t it?
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“You guys dressed?” Aaron’s voice came through the door.
“Yup. Come on in.” Skeeter jumped up from the bed and actually wet his
hand with his tongue and ran it over his hair. Garret shook his head and waited
for the door to open to see what, or rather who, had Skeeter acting like this.
He didn’t have long to wait. Aaron and—holy crap—his hot-as-hell sister
were in the doorway the next moment and Garret understood why the Aussies had
run off the road when they got a look at her. If she looked this hot standing
in a cheap hotel room, he could only imagine what she looked like straddling a
Harley. Her thighs spread wide. The powerful machine between them.
Garret glanced at Skeeter to make sure the kid wasn’t watching his
reaction since he was pretty sure his jaw had dropped when he saw her. He
needn’t have worried because Skeeter only had eyes for her.
From the top of her head to the tips of her black biker boots, this
chick was so not what Garret had expected. Her short dark hair, cut to frame
her heart-shaped face, was tousled and messy, likely from the helmet. It made
her appear as if she’d just rolled out of bed, but in a sexy rather than sleepy
way. Then there were the black leather pants that stretched across her wide
hips while pinching in at her tiny waist. He mentally willed her to turn around
because he was sure the back view of her ass in those snug pants would be even
better than the front view.
Aaron brought her a step farther into the room. He glanced at his
sister, not that Garret could see any resemblance between this babe and dorky
Aaron, but whatever. “This is Garret and Skeeter.” Aaron pointed to each in
turn. “And this is my sister S—”
“Silver.” She didn’t let Aaron finish. Rather, she took a step forward
and extended her hand to Skeeter.
When she could finally get her hand back from Skeeter, who pumped it
happily while grinning, she stepped to Garret. Silver had a good firm grasp to
go along with her other firm assets, both front and back—but they were all
attached to a fellow rider’s sister. He had to keep that in mind.
Garret stoically kept his gaze off her leather-clad legs and her
cleavage peeking out of the top of her shirt and instead noticed her
violet-blue eyes, the color so unbelievably intense he frowned. “Are those
colored contact lenses?”
“Uh, no. All mine, just like his.” She laughed and hooked a thumb in
“Oh. Yeah. Um, nice to meet you.” Crap. A girl’s eyes could be his
downfall, even without the rest of the package being so enticing. Garret
glanced over and saw Aaron frowning at him, and noticed he did have almost the
same color eyes. Funny Garrett had never noticed that before, or how angry
Aaron could look when his dark brows pulled down low and unhappily over his
eyes. Shit, time to change the subject. “Uh, so we all going out now or what?”
Aaron screwed up his mouth. “Maybe. And maybe Silver and I will just
hang here. Maybe she’s tired.”
“I’m not tired. I’m up for anything.”
“Great.” Skeeter stepped forward, looking excited at the prospect.
“Where are we going?”
Now that Skeeter had a fake ID so he could get into bars that required
proof of twenty-one or over, he was always up for a night out. But Garret had a
feeling it wasn’t the prospect of going out that had Skeeter excited tonight.
It was definitely Silver. The kid hadn’t taken his eyes off her or stopped
smiling since she’d arrived in the room. If Skeeter had been a puppy, his tail
would be wagging.
Aaron raised a brow. “Don’t get too excited. Choices around here are
pretty slim. It’ll probably be an early night.”
Garret wasn’t sure if the warning tone in Aaron’s voice was for him or
Skeeter, or both.
“We’ll find somewhere, I’m sure. I’m just gonna go change. Be right
back.” Silver turned, waltzing that heart-shaped ass through the door between
When she disappeared from view, Garret could finally wrestle his focus
back, though the memory of those rounded leather-clad globes of hers remained.
He realized the room had gone very quiet. He glanced at Skeeter and found him
looking dazed. Then he dared a look at Aaron and found his face screwed up into
“I’ll go get my keys.” With one more unhappy-looking glance sent in
their direction, Aaron turned and went back to his room, slamming the
connecting door shut behind him.
“Told ya sisters are off limits.” Garret looked at Skeeter.
“He’ll get over it.” Skeeter shrugged and turned toward his duffle bag.
“Maybe I should change clothes before we go out.”
Garret shook his head at Skeeter, knowing exactly
why he was reconsidering what he was wearing. That reason was currently in the
next room peeling leather off her hot little body.
"Smart, sassy and intensely sexy, this fifth
installment in the Studs in Spurs series is unbridled entertainment from start
to finish." RT Book Reviews,
"Readers will be inspired to find the first four books
in the series." Library Journal Reviews
"a smoking hot book that I couldn't put down" A Night Owl ReviewsTop Pick
hot action and amazing chemistry" The Book Reading Gals, Rated: A