Grizz's Passion

Grizz
I should have known I was being set up when my boss couldn't stop grinning, but I took the last-minute private security gig anyway. Color me surprised when I show up to a bachelorette party and a crowd of drunk chicks start yelling for me to take it all off. Except for the curvy little brunette with her nose stuck in a book. Morgan Tempest doesn't give me the time of day...until I haul her off for a private lap dance. Now, she can't keep her eyes off me. And that sassy mouth is driving me wild. Mark my words; this little firecracker is going to be mine.

Morgan
My first mistake? Buying the bride tribe a gallon of tequila. My second mistake? Hiring an actual bodyguard as a stripper. That private lap dance is probably on the list, too. So is falling for the crazy man. But Grizz Delacorte is some kind of beautiful, and I'm a sucker for a happy ending. I just didn't know mine would mean stepping out of my books into the real world, where my hockey menace brother, the bride tribe, and this crazy bodyguard are bound and determined to change my whole life.

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Welcome to Silver Spoon Falls, TX. The men here are known for having it all. Except there's a shortage of eligible ladies in town to share it with. These determined men won't let that slow them down. Like the MC brotherhood who calls this small-town home, their best friends, brothers, and neighbors will turn the town on its ear looking for their curvy soulmates in this spin-off series of sweet and steamy instalove romances from Loni Ree, Nichole Rose, and jointly as Loni Nichole.

"I've got a job for you."
I glance up from the video on my phone to see Cormac "Giant" Carmichael standing in the doorway with a shit-eating grin on his face. It's a classic sign that whatever job he's about to give me is one I don't want. He's always up to something, and it never bodes well for anyone around him.
He's like that fucking squirrel from Hoodwinked. You know, the one jacked up on caffeine? Except he doesn't mainline coffee. He's just naturally fucking crazy.
"Don't want it," I mutter, swiping up to load the next video. It's a cursing parrot. A grin slides across my face as the little thing wanders around asking, “What the fuck.”
"Bullshit. You've been in here scrolling for the last four hours. You're bored out of your goddamn mind." He kicks my boot, knocking it off the edge of the milk crate. We gave up on footstools a while ago. They don't make the damn things big enough for anyone in this office. We looked ridiculous with our shit-kickers hanging off the edges of the dainty little things.
"Mmhmm. But I don't want whatever shit you're trying to sell me. Give it to the FNG."
"Fucking New Guy is busy."
"You take it."
"Can't. Also busy."
"Annoying the fuck out of your wife isn't actually an item on your to-do list, Giant."
He hoists his middle finger in the air, his grin growing. "I don't annoy my wife. She loves me, asshole."
"Two things can be true at once." I drop my phone on my stomach and smirk up at him. "You annoy the shit out of that girl. Don't even act like you don't." It's his favorite thing to do. The bastard is just lucky that Bella Carmichael is as obsessed with his overgrown ass as he is with her. If she weren't, I think she would have killed him by now. She's a pint-sized savage. I like her. "What's the job?"
"Private security for a party."
"What kind of party?"
"Bachelorette party."
I groan loudly. "Fuckin' A, Giant."
"The pay is excellent."
"How much?"
"Two fifty an hour."
My brows climb toward my hairline. Jesus. "Who the hell is getting married? The Queen?"
"You really gotta ask that in this town?"
"Good point." I snort, shaking my head. In a town full of billionaires and millionaires, people can afford to throw money around like it's going out of style. They do it on the daily. We've offered security for some of the most asinine shit and made a killing doing it. If some billionaire wants to pay us two hundred and fifty an hour to babysit his future bride and her girlfriends while they sip mojitos and toast her good fortune, who the fuck am I to complain?
"The bride's name is Camden Sears. She's marrying into the Graydon family," Giant says, propping himself up against the doorframe. "Guess he just wants a babysitter for a few hours. They requested you specifically."
My brows pull together. "I don't know the Graydon family."
"Well, they know you, motherfucker. You want the job or not?"
I trust him about as far as I can throw him… and his nickname is Giant for a reason, so I can't throw the big bastard far. There's something he isn't telling me. It's written all over his face. But it's not like I'm doing anything else. Besides, it's a bachelorette party for a rich chick. How much fucking trouble could it possibly be?
"Fine," I growl. "I'll do it. But just know that I know you're up to something."
"Who, me?" He bats his lashes at me. The lying bastard.
"Giant? Get the fuck out of my office."
He throws his head back and laughs. "I'll text you the address, you ungrateful prick. Go clean up before you go. You look like the arse end of a dog."
"Go?" My lips pull down into a deep frown. "The job is now?"
"Yep." He taps the doorframe on the way out. "Toodles, bitch."
"I swear to God, I'm fucking quitting one day!"
"No, you aren't. No one else would put up with your bullshit like I do."
Yeah, that's probably true. Fuck.