Can a rule-breaking biker and a straight-laced lawyer find true love?
When criminal defense attorney, Addison Pierce, has bullets flying at her head, the only person she can turn to is Mason Vaughn, President of the Wicked Angels Motorcycle Club. As her client, he vowed to protect her from any repercussions of taking on his case. However, as much as Addison needs protection from Mason’s known enemies, she doesn’t need a complication like Mason in her life.
As she delves into the world of motorcycle clubs, she struggles with the ethics of her professional relationship with Mason turning into a more personal one. Mason’s world includes motorcycles, sex and the ever-present, law-defying anarchy known within his club.
Addison stands against most of Mason’s tactics for keeping her safe, but starts to question her own feelings for him.
Can a biker and a lawyer find true love amongst the chaos found in this rebellious world?
“There are people shooting up my office!”
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Back storage room. I’m locked in a closet.”
“I’m on my way. Stay low and stay put.” He clicked off.
Addison blew out a breath. There were several things she learned through representing the club, and she knew she was already in too deep to could get out. They wanted her. She was the top criminal defense attorney in Tampa. When he had more than one charge brought up against him, Mason Vaughn called her.
He was the typical biker. Big, intimidating, covered in tattoos. He also had a body on him that made panties wet and women to worship him. Her momma warned her about those types of men, the very men her father threatened with a shotgun. She had to admit she was attracted to him. Aside from professional courtesy, she shouldn’t have any desire to be around him, but he had an air about him that made her look forward to their conversations. She didn’t need to entertain the idea of getting to know him on a more personal level, but the thought had crossed her mind. Addison tried to stop thinking about Mason and focused on the present. Bullets still filled her office. The sound of them nearly deafened her.
Knowing the situation, the Skulls had most likely heard that Mason was acquitted. The Skulls Motorcycle Club was known as Tampa’s most notorious motorcycle gang. They were linked to the deaths of many, including cops and other law officials when people stood in their way. They were also linked to a large drug chain that easily brought cocaine and heroin to the streets of Tampa . She learned through dealing with Wicked Angels that they were in a territorial war with each other. The Skulls thought they could come to Tampa and take over the city, whereas, Wicked Angels informed them that they couldn’t.
Both weren’t groups the average citizen wanted to mess with. She turned down the Wicked Angels MC two times before Mason finally convinced her to take his case. He had a rap sheet as long as a short novel. As she studied him, she realized he’d been part of the MC for nearly all his adult life and had the record to prove it. She didn’t know exactly what made her want to take his case, but once she did, she realized the evidence against him had been fabricated.
Which brought her back to the present. Calling the cops was not the best idea in a situation as this. She learned that cops and MCs are like oil and water. The slightest little inkling of foul play would have Mason in jail with the Skull’s president, Marco Fowler.
After nearly five minutes of constant gunfire, the chaos outside finally settled, and Addison lifted her head, listening. Boots thumped toward her and she closed her eyes, hoping and praying that it was Mason on the other side. She pulled her legs to her chest and stared at the door with her phone in hand.
It wasn’t unusual for a criminal defense attorney to receive some heat for getting a client acquitted. She represented some of Tampa’s worst scum, rich scum who paid off everyone and everything they could. She made it very clear that she couldn’t be bought, but some people didn’t believe her. They had it in their minds that someone was guilty and they refused to believe anything else.
Addison stood and unlocked the door. On the other side, she saw Mason glancing around with concern on his face. She straightened her suit skirt and stared at him.
“It seems someone doesn’t like me very much.”
He reached out a gloved hand. “Come on. Those bastards won’t bother you anymore.”
He didn’t say anything, and Addison declined his proffered hand, moving past him. She glanced around the room. Matty, Duke, Rage and Lile had come with him as backup. They stood in various parts of her destroyed office, taking in the damage. Filing cabinets lay on their sides riddled with holes and pock marks. Papers littered the floor. Bullet holes marked various levels of the drywall. The front windows had splintered into fragments of glass all over the ground.
“Oh, my God. What am I going to do?” She turned toward Mason. “I have other clients, you know. I have a reputation. I-I…You said when I took your case that I would not be in the middle of your gang war.”
Mason walked toward her. “I didn’t think it would be this bad. I promise it won’t happen again.”
She shook her head. “What am I going to do?”
Mason licked his lips. “Guys, take five.”
The minions filed out like little robots. She folded her arms over her chest, fully aware her shirt accented her cleavage and that Mason was staring. She didn’t care. The whole situation pissed her off.
“Addy,” he licked his lips, eyes still focused on her chest. “This was my fault. I’ll fix it.”
She clenched her teeth. “You may get away with that pretty boy bullshit you pull on your little groupies, but this is the real world. You don’t get to simply say ‘I’ll fix it.’ It’s not your life you’re screwing with, it’s mine.”
His gaze coasted slowly down her body. “You think I’m a pretty boy?”
“I think you’re a jackass.” She wasn’t budging. He grinned, finally meeting her eyes. “If you think for one second that I can be charmed into anything, you’ve obviously forgotten who you are talking to.”
Mason let a cocky grin slip past his tough exterior. “You know, I bet you’re a lot of fun in the sack.”
I absolutely loved this book from start to finish! I loved that Lexie went a completely different direction in her book, bringing in an outsider into the MC. I also loved that the outsider was a lawyer and that the romance was with the Prez. Mason was one hot, cocky, son of a bitch. He's used to getting what he wants, when he wants it and not having to ask twice for it or having to work for it at all. Addison knocks him on his ass with the way she makes him feel, and he's not sure that he likes it. She's a strong, confident woman who's not used to relying on anyone else, and being put in that situation over and over with Mason is trying for her, especially when she sees just how easy it is for him in the Club. Addison is the CLub lawyer and she learns a little about the MC when she's defending Mason against charges, but not a lot. I loved the way that Lexie used the reality of how a regular, law-abiding citizen like Addison would react to some of the things that the club did. It is not an easy place for Addison to be, nor is it easy for Mason because he's the Prez and has to keep things together and going. They have a lot of things that they need to work on if they're ever going to be able to be together, which they both want. however, neither of them can see a way for that to happen initially. There are many twists and turns in this book, and they're all good in one way or another. Lexie made this genre her own by doing her own thing with it, and I for one am looking forward to reading much more from her.
Lexie's love for writing began when she wrote her first play in fourth grade. With a big imagination and love for creating worlds, she wrote several more scripts that have placed first in contests. She loves to read but didn't pick up a romance novel until high school and fell in love with the genre. Now she writes steamy stories, with heartfelt characters, letting her imagination take her wherever it may go.