Series: Polished P & P #1
Lucas Storey’s life is all about college, studying, and finishing his medical degree. That’s until he moves in with his older brother and meets his motorcycle club friends. Only, new people make Lucas nervous, almost to the extent of peeing himself, but he soon realises they’re great people and will accept him as he is.
Now, if only he can stop thinking of a certain grumpy biker, things will be good.
Never before has Wade “Wreck” Williams noticed the same sex, or at least not until Lucas crashes into their lives. And notice Lucas he does. But that’s not all. He wants to get to know the man, and he kind of likes looking at Lucas too. None of it makes sense, and Wreck will fight it for that reason alone.
When Lucas thinks he can go out with a someone who’s not Wreck—and jealously rears its ugly head to a point Wreck just has to step in—it’s clear that he may just be wrecked forever.
However, when I looked up, I realized there was still a possibility of dropping to the floor. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen stood just inside the doorway, scanning the room. If it wasn’t for his hands fisted at his sides and the scowl on his face, I may have fallen to the floor in awe of his beauty.
I took another quick glance around the room and noticed my brother did, in fact, have some good-looking friends. All of them could be on the cover of a magazine. I wasn’t sure what it was about the scowling man that set me off in a sweating, peeing-my-pants, “holy crap he’s looking at me” moment with my pulse racing, but he did. His dark brown hair was shaved at the sides, and the top was longish and messy, some of it flopped in his dark green eyes. He would probably punch me if I tried to push his hair back though. He was tall, my short frame only reaching his shoulders. His tight black tee showed off the muscles in his arms, and his dark ripped jeans surrounded thick thighs.
I jolted and pulled my gaze up quickly when Death said, “Wreck, you took forever, fucker. Get in here and meet Saint’s brother, Lucas.”
Who was Saint?
I wasn’t a brother of Saint.
“Lucas, I’m Saint. It’s my club name,” Zion called; he must have seen the confused look on my face.
Nodding, I glanced back to Wreck and did a lame wave before I grabbed my own arm with my other hand. “Ah, s’up.”
Was I a gangster now?
Now, Lila lives with her husband and two children.
She started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC: Ballarat Charter series- Holding Out. Since then, she has published eleven other titles, which range from erotica, humorous romance, YA and paranormal.