Happy Book Birthday to XANDER: Caine Brothers Book 2!
The Caine Brothers: a billionaire, a biker, a fighter, a SEAL, a rock star, and a shifter. Six sexy, in-control alphas who think they have women all figured out…until they each meet their match.
Falling for the daughter of his sworn enemy means making a choice between passion and peace.
When Xander Caine administers a little biker justice to a wife-beating scumbag from the rival Ravagers, he and his fellow Huntsmen walk a fine line between keeping the peace and breaking a long-standing truce.
Gracie Buckner is the daughter of the Ravagers’ president, but she left the biker life a long time ago for college and a career as a photographer. When her sister’s husband beats her yet again, Gracie hires the Huntsmen for due process—the biker way.
Showing up at the Huntsmen’s tavern to confirm the job’s been done turns into an episode of hot—anonymous—sex when Gracie runs into the irresistible Xander. Horrified, Gracie bolts, only to run into him again—leading to more anonymous sex—at a local bike rally. The bigger problem is the instant—and deeper—connection that haunts them both. Once they finally reveal their identities, their fates are sealed.
The Huntsmen-Ravagers feud is the stuff of legends, and finally reaches a tipping point when the rivals learn of Xander and Gracie’s relationship, leading to an epic battle in the middle of the rally. When the dust settles the landscape of both clubs looks vastly different, but Xander and Gracie are determined to stand together in peace and celebrate their star-crossed passion.
Dude sat on the bed and ran his hands over his mostly shaved head. “So, what kept you so busy you had to miss the pub crawl last night?”
Xander waved a dismissive gesture. “Just some personal stuff. What’s on the agenda today?”
“What’s her name?” Dude waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Why do you assume there’s a woman involved?”
“Because if anyone needs to get laid, it’s you. I’m pulling for you, man.”
“Just because I’m more selective about where I plant my dick, doesn’t mean I need to get laid. I do fine, thanks,” Xander said. “Have you had breakfast yet? I’m starved.”
A huge grin spread across Dude’s face. “You did get laid last night.”
Xander rolled his eyes. “You’re a douche, you know that right?”
Someone knocked on the door. Dude stood to answer it, rubbing his hands together. “You have to tell me all about it over breakfast.”
“Did you turn into a girl overnight? We’re not besties. I’m not going to sit over coffee and a donut and talk about sex.”
It turned out to be Chico at the door. He followed Dude back into the room.
“So you admit you had sex,” Dude said.
Chico’s eyes went wide. “Killer got laid? Excellente, amigo.”
“Fuck you both,” Xander said. But he couldn’t help a smirk as Dude grabbed his clothes and headed in the direction of the bathroom.
“Who’s the lucky lady?” Chico asked.
Xander considered brushing them off, because he seriously felt like an idiot talking about his sex life, but it occurred to him he might need help finding her and the guys could be useful.
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“A little wham bam thank you ma’am?” Dude asked. He made some lewd gestures to emphasize his point.
Xander gave him a disgusted look. The problem was, he wasn’t too far off, except the implication with a quickie like that was once and done, and he wanted to find this woman again.
“It wasn’t like that.” He paused. “Okay, it was like that, but different.”
Dude raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Different how?”
How could he explain that despite the hot sex, there’d been a deeper connection? It didn’t make sense that in the span of less than a half hour where they said almost nothing to each other, only touching and sliding slick bodies against each other, he’d sensed something more. It sounded ridiculous even to him. They’d laugh at him. These were men for whom one night stands were routine; men for whom love and relationships and the idea of being tied down to one woman amounted to the proverbial ball and chain. Hell, he’d always been one of them. When his brother Hunter got married a few months ago he’d laughed along with the rest of his brothers at the idea of ever doing the same. Yet, maybe he just hadn’t met the right woman for the idea to have merit.
He shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? He’d just met her. They’d had fabulous sex. That was all. He didn’t even know her name. Why would he be thinking about marriage, for God’s sake?
“Nothing. Never mind. It was just fucking hot sex. Best I’ve had in a long time, but I didn’t get her name, so I’m kicking myself because I’d like to hit that again. You know?”
Author of romance and science fiction, with Entangled Publishing and Evernight Publishing.
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