Firestorm (Sons of Templar MC #2)(101)



His life was good. Fucking amazing. In his wildest dreams he never imagined he would get a life like this. He thought he’d been happy with his club, with the freedom, with the * he got. But when she hurtled into his life he realized how empty it had been. The light within her, the fire, it ignited every inch of him and he knew his life would be nothing until he had her on the back of his bike. It wasn’t an easy road. It was hard as f*ck. But the best things in life were always the things which you would work to the death for. Die for. The things that tested every inch of your strength, ‘cause once you got them, nothing would taste sweeter.

The music started and his attention moved to the doors. After Gwen and Rosie and f*ckin’ Ry sauntered down the aisle, she was there.

Her hair was loose and down, tumbling over her shoulders, wild and free like he loved. Her dress. Jesus f*ck, her dress. It was lace, pure white, with a plunging neckline that hinted at her fantastic rack. It hugged every inch of her glorious curves and made his cock harden instantly. His hand twitched and it took all of his willpower not to storm towards her and kiss the living shit out of her. He refrained. He got why Cade had pounced on Gwen the moment she got to him. As Amy approached that’s all he wanted to do. But he wouldn’t have been able to stop. He would’ve f*cked her right then and there in front of the entire crowd.

She reached him, smiling so bright he almost choked on how beautiful she looked.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“You’re f*cking breathtaking, Sparky,” he choked out, not even embarrassed his eyes were slightly wet.

She blushed slightly. He had never seen his girl blush and his cock pulsed in his pants at the sight of it. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she whispered.

He eyed Steg, who was grinning at them both expectantly. “Wanna get hitched now?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied.

He could hardly wait for Steg to mutter all the bullshit to get them married; all he wanted to do was make it official and drag his wife outta there.

Once the words “I now pronounce you man and wife,” were uttered he picked Amy up and strode out of the room. He ignored the catcalls and cheers.

“What are you doing?” She smacked him. “You are supposed to kiss me and then we’re supposed to go to the reception.”

He stopped on his way to the car. “Babe, if I had kissed you in there I wouldn’t have been able to stop. I need to kiss you somewhere where I can rip that dress off and f*ck you every way I can think of.” He grinned as he saw the spark in her eye he loved so much, “And there’s no f*ckin’ way we’re making it to the reception.”



AUTHOR'S NOTE

I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read my novels. I’m so grateful to all of my readers for their support and the kind messages I get showing love for the Sons of Templar. I have been overwhelmed with the comments I’ve been getting and I truly appreciate every single one.

A huge thanks to my beta readers for going through Firestorm and giving me much needed feedback. You guys rock!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anne Malcom has been an avid reader since before she can remember, her mother responsible for her love of reading. It started with magical journeys into the world of Hogwarts and Middle Earth, then as she grew up her reading tastes grew with her. Her love of reading doesn’t discriminate, she reads across many genres, although classics like Little Women and Gone with the Wind will hold special places in her heart. She also can’t get enough romance, especially when some possessive alpha males throw their weight around.

One day, in a reading slump, Cade and Gwen’s story came to her, and started taking up space in her head until she put their story into words. Now that she has started, it doesn’t look like she’s going to stop anytime soon, with many more characters demanding their story to be told as well.

Raised in small town New Zealand, Anne had a truly special childhood, growing up in one of the most beautiful countries in the world. She has backpacked across Europe, ridden camels in the Sahara and eaten her way through Italy, loving every moment. For now, she’s back at home in New Zealand and quite happy. But who knows when the travel bug will bite her again.

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