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Wednesday, 4 February 2015

J D Lowrance

SOUL REAPERS

LOGAN'S REAPER
'I hear the rumble of the pipes before I even saw the motorcycles. I closed my eyes and savored the sound. I loved it and always found myself pausing when I heard one. I fell in love with the sound when daddy brought his bike home that first time. Other kids covered their ears and ran to stand behind their momma's, but not me. I raced towards the sound with my arms and eyes wide open never wanting it to stop.' 

Logan Jones is hiding in a small town with her sister Campbell. Their gorgeous neighbor of the duplex they just rented is no other than the Soul Reapers' VP Colton Murphy. Her life was too complicated to add another layer of hot-ass biker to the mix. 

Colton 'She kept sneaking peeks at me from under her long lashes to see if my attention has moved on but after having seen her I did not think it would ever move on again.' 

Colton Murphy has a good life with plenty of everything coming his way - woman, money, booze. He has plenty of time to settle down in a few years. That is until he returns from a run to find the long-legged, auburn beauty, Logan Jones, that has moved in next door.

CAMPBELL'S REAPER
Tank

 

How desperate are you to keep the dark at bay?

 

For me, my nightmares are living, breathing people whose screams echo in my ears. The darkness a physical weight that presses against my skin. The sun gave light to my day but not my world until I met Campbell Reed. My own personal Sunshine that chased away the shadows. 



I know everything about this girl; how she smells like the first day of summer when she first wakes up in the morning, how the gold in her eyes glows whenever I am near her, and how she soothes my demons so I can sleep through the night when she is in my arms. 

 

But am I selfless enough to let it all go to save her from myself? Or am I that selfish to reach out and take what I want? Because I know without a doubt that if I do, Campbell would never stop me.

 Hell, she would welcome it. 

Campbell 



Tank Whittaker's eyes were oil pits when I first met him a month ago. I even bet my sister, Logan, that they catch fire when he is hot for a chick. 

And boy do they ever! 


With my birthday approaching, nothing . . . no kidnapping . . . no Crazy Z. . . no Baxter Reed . . . was going to stop me from getting my one wish - HIM!

 

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