Road Hawks

It isn't sensible to flirt with strangers on the highway, but Alexa Saunders is about to break all the rules.

As When Trace Wilkes, leader of the Road Hawks, makes his way down the interstate and pulls alongside her black Honda, it is apparent that Alexa will soon take a rest stop like no other.

Long hair flying in the wind and muscled arms tense from riding his Harley, Trace's steely gaze holds Alexa in a trance as he points to the exit ramp.

Endless hours on the highway can make even the toughest road warrior ready to chew iron and spit nails. Alexa knows better than to pull off the road, but Trace's coaxing makes her realize that he is in the driver's seat, and she is in for the ride of her life.

**Excerpt**

Nice ink,” he commented. She looked down at her tattoo and smirked. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said. She smiled and turned around. His eyes fell down to her well-rounded ass — it was the first thing he saw, rather than the entwined vine tattoo that ran all the way to her shoulder. “What is it?” he asked.

“The vine of life,” she said. “There is a name in there. If you look close enough you will see it, it was my sister.” Trace looked at her and then walked round to face her. He maintained his intense eye contact as he took off his jacket. He then took off his black sleeveless t-shirt and let it drop to the floor. She looked at the familiar hawk and skull tattoo and then looked up at him. Suddenly everything made sense. The control, the macho attitude, the tattoos. “You’re a hawk,” she said looking into his eyes.

“Mind, body and soul,” he said in a whisper as he lowered his head to kiss her.