Series: ROOK & RONIN, Rook and Ronin Spinoff
I was just cruising through my Shrike Bikes fan group on Facebook and Michelle New had made a post about the countdown my street team was doing as we waited for the release of GUNS, the book where everything changes and Spencer takes the driver’s seat in the Team car. So I thought it would be fun to give you guys a little reminder about how fucking sexy Spencer actually was.
It all started in Tragic, or course. We met Spencer when Rook met Spencer at Cookie’s Diner in Denver. He came walking in, biker books thudding across the tiled floor, and changed her whole life with an offer she couldn’t refuse.
I order a salad and watch people as I wait. This place is still pretty busy for being almost three o’clock. A guy comes in who catches my eye. Not because he’s hot, even though he is hot, but because from the minute he comes through the door he’s watching me. I look behind me just to make sure, but there are no people dining behind me. He takes his attention to the hostess. He’s got short messy hair, not quite blond, but not really brown either, and a little bit of facial hair. Enough to make him look rough, but not unkempt. The waitress points back to me and I watch the hot guy smile.
What the hell?
He starts walking towards me and once the counter is out of the way, it’s hard to miss the fact that he’s a biker. He’s got the tell-tale biker boots on and they sound off a manly thud on the polished concrete floors as he approaches my booth. When he pushes up the sleeves on his white thermal I see what else he’s got. Tattoos all over. Like everywhere.
He stops right in front of the booth and smiles down at me.
“Let me guess,” I say sarcastically, “you belong to Ronin?”
He slides into the booth across from me and laughs. “Hey, if it gets me a seat here with you, I’ll belong to that dickhead for an hour.” He offers his hand. “Spence.”
“Rook,” I offer back as I shake his hand.
“Yeah, I figured. Antoine described you on the phone, but shit, he really played you down. You’re perfect.”
I twist my eyebrows at him. “Perfect for—?” and that’s when Ronin walks into the diner. The hostess points back to us, but he doesn’t need an invitation, he’s already halfway down the aisle. I watch him very carefully, but whatever his deal is, it’s got nothing to do with me because his eyes are blazing at my new dining companion.
“Spencer Shrike, what the fuck are you doing sitting in my booth talking to one of my girls?”
People were immediately suspicious of Spencer. What were his intnetions with Rook? Is this a triangle? Nope. Not even close. 😉
“OK, moving away from things that require you men to talk about your feelings. How’d you get started doing this painting stuff, Spence?”
“Took art since I was a kid. But you know how you were born looking like a model?”
“Yeah.” That’s true too. I didn’t do anything to look this way. It’s just how it is.
“Well, I was born to paint up naked girls. That’s the only explanation I have for it. I know how to do it, I know how to mix up colors, and I see perspective. I’ve taken lots of classes and even did a fancy summer apprenticeship with a big-name trompe l’oeil body paint artist. She was pretty cool and she never took students, but my dad paid her well, and I wasn’t too stupid—her words, not mine. Plus, she was French, and I already spoke French by that time, thanks to Ronin. But, mostly, I just always knew how to do this shit, Rook. Everyone has one God-given gift and painting naked girls is mine. Maybe I’m not curing cancer, but whatever. This is what I got, so I just needed someone to point me in the right direction and show me how to use the gift.”
But in Panic, things got real, and so did Spencer Shrike. We learn a little bit more about his role on the “Team” and meet someone we will never forget. Veronica Bombshell Vaughn. It turns out, Spencer has a lady. Well… sort of. 😉
I peek around the corner.
There’s a girl down there smoking a cigarette.
“Hey!” I call. “Who the fuck are you?”
She slides her shades down her nose and blows out a ring of smoke. “None of your fucking business. Where’s Spencer?”
And then it hits me, this is the other model Spencer used. His ex-girlfriend. “Veronica?”
I run down the stairs and she spots the knife and starts backing up. “Hey, look—”
“Shhhh,” I say. “How the hell did you get in here?”
“Door was open.”
“No, the door was not open, we’re on lockdown.”
“It was open,” she snorts at me. “And if you try anything with that knife, I’ve got a gun in my purse and my shooting instructor says I’m the best natural shot he’s ever seen.”
Spencer Shrike took a back-seat in the next two books because FORD was busy dealing with rejection, a twelve-year-old smartass named Sasha, and meeting the love of his life, Ashleigh. But he came back with a vengeance in BOMB and gave us one of the most epic scenes in sexy books when he takes us down Memory Lane, back to the early days of when he fell in love with The Bombshell, Veronica Vaughn.
I can’t take the restraint anymore, so I get off the bike and strip off the jeans. I’m still commando from this morning’s modeling job, and His Highness is ready for battle. I sit back down and look down at her pussy. It’s so wet her juices are almost flowing out onto the black leather bike seat. I grab her hips and pull, bringing her beckoning sex within easy reach of my throbbing cock. “Lie back, baby. I’m gonna take you now. I’ll get to your tits and your mouth later, but right now I’m gonna fuck you good. I’m gonna make you squirt. Are you a squirter, Bombshell?” I push her until she falls back against the tank. “I bet I can find out right now.” I slip two fingers inside her and thrust, fast and hard. She buckles and screams, wiggling against my palm, which probably stimulates her more. I pull my fingers out quickly once her muscles begin to clamp. “You are, baby. You are most definitely a squirter. But I’m not gonna let you off that easy. If you want that, you can ask for it next time.”
“Oh. My God,” seems to be her standard answer tonight. I’ve got her off balance. She’s not sure what to make of me, but her wet pussy says she’s OK with that for now. I ease forward and she moans out, “Please, Spencer, just fuck me! Please!”
I do fuck her on the ’56 Blackbird. She screams my name four times. We almost topple the damn thing over with our antics and I could care less. That bike can be repaired, but this first dirty fuck with my Bombshell, that’s never gonna happen again.
It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing.
It’s a change-my-life-forever thing.
It’s a falling-in-love-and-lust thing.
It’s a recognizing-my-best-friend thing.
And it’s the day I decide—this girl is mine.
And all that angst and want culminates with GUNS. The last book in the Rook & Ronin series (before Happily Ever After that picks up 15 years later) where the past and present collide into one EPIC CONCLUSION.
If you haven’t read Rook & Ronin and you like my books, PICK IT UP. You can get the first three books in the omnibus here and decide if you want to continue on with the next four books (two novellas and one book each for both Ford and Spencer.) But you cannot read GUNS unless you read all seven books. It’s not a standalone. Watch the trailer below and get a taste for the level of awesome that this world and these characters have in store for you. Check the reviews, they are all real, not one is fake or paid for.
Rook & Ronin is an epic journey about three friends who made a mistake and the girls they love and I want you to take it with me. Lie in it for a while. Try it on, look around, and fall in love. Rook & Ronin, Ford & Ashleigh, and Spencer & Veronica is a story about family, friendship, loyalty, and love. And yes, there is lots and lots of dirty sex. 🙂
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