• Savannah

Ash (Dragon Riders MC #3) is LIVE!



Ready to meet Ash?


Ash is finally live! I am so excited for you to read his story. Want a taste of what you are in for? Check out the teaser below!


“This shower’s too damn small,” I murmured.

Once the water grew lukewarm, I turned it off. I reached for a towel that was much too small for me and dried myself off. I stepped out, slipping against the linoleum floor and almost cracking my ass on the ground. But I caught myself against the counter.

Before I heard a voice waft up through the floor.

“Ash? You okay?”

I smiled at her voice. It was filled with such concern, and it warmed my heart.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just need some caffeine.”

Hannah spoke up. “I just brewed some down here. Want me to bring you a cup?”

I turned her words around in my head. The more I interacted with her, the more I wanted her. And I made myself a solemn vow not to make her mine one damn bit until she was safe. I knew my limits. I knew what distracted me and what focused me. And Hannah? Well, she was the biggest distraction I’d ever run into.

But I couldn't help myself.

“Sure. Be down in a bit.”

I threw on a pair of sweatpants and made my way for the basement. I lumbered down the steps, allowing the smell of coffee to waft up my nose. Oh, she made it strong. A woman after my own heart. I got downstairs and saw a steaming hot mug of coffee waiting there just for me, complete with creamer and sugar set out.

“I wasn’t sure how you took your coffee,” Hannah said.

I turned to face her and watched her eyes dance over my shoulder. Over my chest. They rolled down my abs until they hit my sweatpants, and I caught her staring at my bulge. A grin spread across my face as I reached for the mug. I didn’t put shit in my coffee. The burn woke me up and the grittiness of the bitter aftertaste shocked me back to life. It was the one thing I looked forward to every morning. Waking up to a hot cup of coffee I got to enjoy before getting back at it.

But the electricity rushing through my body perked me up before I took my first sip.

“How’d you sleep?” I asked.

Her eyes slowly slid up to mine. “Uh, yeah. Good. You?”

I sipped my coffee. “Not long enough.”

Her eyes fell back to my chest. “I didn’t know you had tattoos.”

I nodded. “Yep. Had them for a while now.”

“That do they mean?”

“Hmm?”

“Your tattoos. What do they mean?”

I shrugged. “I liked their designs, so I got them.”

She giggled. “Ever the simple man.”

“Life’s easier if I keep it simple.”

She smiled. “I can understand that.”

Her smile lit up the room and I felt myself drawn to her. My brain yelled at me to stop. I abandoned my coffee in favor of being closer to her, and my heart skipped full beats. Hannah stood her ground as I came closer. I hovered over her as my shadow cloaked her figure. I smelled the fresh minty breath falling from her lips and felt her body heat reaching out for me.

Ready to pull me closer as we stood there, face to face.

“Ash?” she asked softly.

“Mhm?”

“I, uh…”

I plucked her coffee from her hands. “You what, Hannah?”

She visibly shivered. “Are you sure?”

My gaze hooked onto her stare as her back fell against the wall. I pressed my hands into the plastered wall and licked my lips. Damn it, she looked divine. Draped in nothing but a long shirt and a robe with her prickly legs extended. She was real. True. Raw, in all the best ways. And when I leaned down to her face, I watched her eyes flutter closed.

“I’m always sure, Hannah.”

She let out the softest sigh and I backed away. Her eyes ripped open as a grin spread across my face, watching her face flush. My body fought against itself. My brain screamed at me to stop while my gut begged me to keep going. It didn’t help that my cock had already throbbed to life. The tip of it pressed against my sweatpants, already leaking with want for her. I had to get away. Coffee was a bad idea. I needed to get my ass back upstairs and get ready for another long-ass day in the bar and that damn storage shed.

But when Hannah’s eyes fell to my crotch, I saw her lick her lips.

And I couldn't contain myself any longer.

“Ash, I—oh!”

I pinned her to the wall. “Tell me ‘no.’”

She blinked up at me. “What?”

I pinned her hands above her head. “Tell me to go back upstairs and I will.”

She swallowed hard. “What if I don’t want you to?”

“You have to, Hannah. You have to stop me.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to. I won’t, Ash.”

Damn it.


Like what you read? Get Ash HERE!

FOLLOW ME

  • BookBub
  • Facebook Social Icon
  • Instagram Social Icon
  • Twitter Social Icon

© 2023 by Samanta Jonse. Proudly created with Wix.com