Gearhead (Book 1): Hellions MC, #1

By Evelyn Glass

This is book 1 of the Hellions MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

I had everything a man could want. But I'd rather have her.

From the second she stepped into my office, Marin was the answer to my problems.

And I was the only shot she had at survival.

Technically, what I did to her was blackmail.

But when her clothes were stripped off and she was bent bare over my desk, I didn't hear her complaining.

All I heard was her moaning.

In return for me letting her live, she gave me what I needed most:

A fake fiancé.

Out in public, we're the spitting image of a couple in love.

And in the bedroom, she follows every single one of my commands.

Once this is over, I'll cut her loose. Never to be seen again.

Wipe my hands clean of this whole sloppy, filthy mess.

But there's one big flaw in my plan. One thing I never expected…

Actually falling for her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393706120

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Gearhead: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hellions MC Book 1)

By Evelyn Glass

I had everything a man could want. But I'd rather have her.

FROM THE SECOND SHE stepped into my office, Marin was the answer to my problems.

And I was the only shot she had at survival.

Technically, what I did to her was blackmail.

But when her clothes were stripped off and she was bent bare over my desk, I didn’t hear her complaining.

All I heard was her moaning.

In return for me letting her live, she gave me what I needed most:

A fake fiancé.

Out in public, we’re the spitting image of a couple in love.

And in the bedroom, she follows every single one of my commands.

Once this is over, I’ll cut her loose. Never to be seen again.

Wipe my hands clean of this whole sloppy, filthy mess.

But there’s one big flaw in my plan. One thing I never expected...

Actually falling for her.

Chapter One

Marin

The restaurant was dead. Weekday afternoons were usually slow, but it had reached another level. We’re talking sloths crawling through cement slow . I told the same joke to Kayla while she was wiping down a table she had already wiped down three times, but she only rolled her eyes.

It’s a wonder we’re even best friends, I said. You don’t laugh at any of my jokes.

Kayla threw her dingy rag at me, missing by a solid three feet, so it landed in a soiled heap behind the bar. That’s because you don’t tell jokes. That wasn’t even funny.

I checked to make sure the manager wasn’t around and then stuck my tongue out at her. Joy had already reprimanded Kayla and me on more than one occasion for acting too childish, but I say one can never be too old to stick their tongue out at someone who deserves it.

What are we going to do tonight? Kayla asked, leaning across the bar, so her ample chest rested on the wood top. I’m thinking takeout and a rom-com. Maybe Chinese?

I tried to avert my eyes away from her cleavage, but it was like a car crash. A car crash I was intensely jealous of.

Kayla saw where my eyes were directed, and quickly stood up, placing her hand on her chest chastely and looking as though she were deeply offended by my wandering eyes. But I knew better. She wore her Jasper’s Grill polo two sizes too small for one reason: it made her boobs look enormous, and she got way better tips.

I laughed and then shook my head. I can’t. I’m meeting up with a new student from the mentorship program tonight.

Kayla groaned. Why are you still doing that? I thought you were going to pull out of the program, like, two months ago.

I was, but I just couldn’t. They have so many kids who need someone to look up to and help them with homework and give them advice. I can’t deny the youth of tomorrow the chance to experience my sheer awesomeness.

What about your best friend? I’d love to admire your sheer awesomeness. You’re so busy it feels like I live on my own sometimes.

Kayla and I had been roommates since we’d graduated