GRIT by: J.C. Valentine Spartan Riders #1 Publication Date: April 19, 2016 Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance, MC RomanceSynopsis: Gabby Morgan isn’t looking for love. Not even a little romance. Following a rocky past that she’d just as soon forget, she’s determined to focus on the future. One that most certainly doesn’t involve the tough-as-nails, short-on-words, hot-as-hell biker…or his kid. Blake Mahone may not be done with women, but he’s finished with relationships. Then Gabby Morgan enters the picture. She’s flawless, refined, and as his kid’s teacher, way out of his league. She acts like she hates him, but her eyes tell a different story. Before he knows it, Blake finds himself hot for teacher, and he’s more than ready to learn all her secrets. Now all he has to do is convince her to give him a shot…without getting them both killed in the process.
Staring into the fire, watching the flames dance toward the sky and burning embers scatter to the wind, she found her innermost thoughts rolling from her tongue. “You’re not what I thought, Blake Mahone.”
His face tilted down and to the side, Blake slanted her a questioning look. “How’s that?”
Stretching her legs out, Gabby wiggles her bare toes, enjoying the ambient heat that warmed her soles. “You’re a pretty scary guy,” she started. “This is the first time you haven’t been all growly and mean.”
A low chuckle percolated in his chest. In his arms, Ash’s sleeping form shifted, nuzzling in closer to his father’s chest, his angelic face buried in the side of Blake’s neck. Wrapping his arms tighter around his back, Gabby watched Blake run his lips over Ash’s scraggly blond hair and thought she’d never seen a more perfect sight in her life.
She turned in the lawn chair to face him. “You know, you’re not as intimidating here either. I mean, you are intimidating, but it’s more…subdued.”
Running one of his large hands in practiced circles across Ash’s back, Blake considered this. “It’s a learned skill. My father taught me and his father taught him. It’s a trait you need to be in successful in the life.” His lips returned to his son’s hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “The only time I don’t need it is when I’m with him.”
“Kids are pretty great that way,” she agreed. “They see straight through the bullshit so it’s better to leave it at the door.”
“Truer words…” Turning his head and pressing his cheek to the top of Ash’s head, he stared back at her. “You’re not what I thought either.”
Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, Gabby felt a kind of nervous anticipation at his words before handing them back to him. “Yeah, how’s that?”
His smirk grabbed the light reflecting from the fire. With only half his face lit, the other cast in deep shadows, he represented the battle between light and dark in her mind perfectly.
“I thought you were an uptight priss with a stick shoved up her ass.”
Her face heated and Gabby’s voice grew small. “And now?”
“I still think you have a stick shoved up your ass, but I’m sure with some special attention, we can get it out.”