[Seven Tribesmen Motorcycle Club 03] • Blow Me Away

She wants the law to come to Grand River, he'll do everything he can to keep them out.

The drug route running through Grand River has finally been identified, but Stella and Arthur have two very different opinion about the best way to take care of it. She's ready to prove to him that the law is more than just restrictions on a man's freedom, and he's intent on proving to her that the Tribesmen can keep the peace better than any Fed.

Coming to conflict at seemingly every turn, Stella can't shake the feeling that it's all being done on purpose--almost as if Arthur is looking for a reason to push her away...

... and as much as she doesn't want to, Stella admits to herself that she's doing the same thing: turning their deepening affections into something else, something ugly, so that they can part ways. But as the days count down until the inevitable separation, will she truly leave Grand River without regrets, or is her biggest regret still yet to come?

**The third and final part of bestselling author Evelyn Glass' latest trilogy featuring sexy bad boy bikers, feisty untamed vixens, and non-stop steamy romance!**

**EXCERPT**

“You're cooking breakfast for us,” Bishop teased, his arms wrapped loosely around her midsection.

Stella snorted as a piece of bacon popped loudly. “That's petty presumptive to think I'm cooking it for you.”

“Well, that's certainly a lot of bacon and other stuff.” Bishop listed his head toward the pile of bacon and then to the plates that lined the counter. Scents wafted from beneath various paper towels—eggs, pancakes, sausages, even banana nut muffins. Anything remotely considered breakfast food in Bishop's pantry had become a victim of Stella's nervous cooking.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” Stella stated matter-of-factly. She couldn't help the smile that continued to grow on her lips.

“Well, I suppose that explains your stamina,” Bishop mused, his grip tightening playfully on her midsection. His stomach vibrated against her back, gurgling quietly. “However, I am famished. I've been working hard the last few days, y'know?”

Bishop's bulge grew against her ass, and Stella sighed with faux exasperation. As she leaned over to turn off the burner—and simultaneously taunt him with her rear—she huffed, “Well, I suppose you can have some, but you have to earn it.”

“Oh? And what's your price?” Bishop's eyebrows quirked upward, a grin curling at his lips.

Stella turned in his arms, leaving the bacon unattended. Her hand raised up, finger tapping Bishop on the lips with every word she spoke. “Where's the fun in that?”