How Does The Setting Of Fort Lauderdale Shape Travis McGee’S Stories?

The woman standing there was nobody that Scars had ever laid eyes on before, but holy God, he knew her. He knew her on a cellular level. In his blood. In his bones. In his heart and in his cock. He’d dreamed about her and he’d waited for her. He’d been looking for her forever, and now here she was. ** Six years ago, Zoe Parish fled Denver after a brutal encounter with a motorcycle club man, swearing never to trust one again. Now a mother and desperate to help her oldest friend, she returns when Wolf Connor promises his club is out of the life and she’ll be safe. Back in Denver, Zoe keeps her guard up, especially around Scars, whose effect on her is far more unsettling than she wants to admit. Vic “Scars” Innis has spent twenty-two years loyal to the Road Devils, earning his place as Vice-President. He thought he was content, until he meets Zoe. From the first look, he knows she’s the missing piece, even if she despises everything he represents. As danger closes in and an enemy threatens to destroy their fragile peace – and take Zoe’s child – Scars and Zoe are forced to confront their pasts and each other. The question is whether their bond will make them stronger… or finally tear them apart for good.

Ice had seen courage under fire, in many cases literally, back in his SEAL days. But he’d never seen anything like Vixen that day. When he first caught sight of her, she was standing with her feet wide apart, solidly braced on those mile-high, mid-thigh black boots, the ones that he loved fucking her in. Her minute green skirt had ridden high and tight up her perfect legs, and her dark eyes were dilated to black as she grimly stared down the approaching vehicle, shooting and shooting, both hands holding the gun. She’d looked every inch the hot female assassin in some blockbuster Hollywood movie, right down to her hair flowing behind her in the autumn wind. **** Ice Johansson is the Road Devils MC’s Chief Enforcer: cold, ruthless, and built for violence. He doesn’t feel guilt, except where Vix is concerned. Weeks ago, he crossed a line with the one woman who mattered to him. Now an enemy attack leaves her badly injured, and Ice wants one thing: to protect her, if she’ll let him close again. Victoria “Vixen” Shaw owns her reputation as the club’s favorite ride. No shame. No apologies. For eighteen months, though, she’s been Ice’s alone. What he did shattered her trust, but when Ice becomes her caretaker – no sex, no demands, just presence – she begins to see the man beneath the ice. As the Road Devils are pushed to the brink, Ice and Vix find intimacy where they never expected it: clothed, raw, and vulnerable. But if Ice reveals the darkest parts of himself – the violence he embraces to protect his family – can Vix accept him? And even if she does, can loving a man like Ice ever truly be safe?

This book is authored by amy worcester. “I started boxing lessons with the boys when I was twelve, I had some issues to work through. I’ve been in the fight for the last eleven years.” Twenty-three, he thought. That was too young for his thirty-nine years. But he sure as hell planned to enjoy the view. She currently hid her body under baggy clothes, but he was willing to bet that she was all muscles underneath. He had dated the soft curvy women before, he liked the ones that he was certain that he would not break. “How old were you when you moved in with Brute?” “Seven. Right after my parents were killed.” She said softly and he froze just before the stairs. Sixteen years ago. Right around the time he reenlisted with the Army. When the club went straight. When the Ridgeview president, Sinner, his wife and sons had been shot to death. And his daughter barely survived. The only survivor from that day. “I'm sorry.” He murmured and she shrugged. “I’m trying to remember you.” He was so much like the men that she grew up around. The kind of man that she swore she would avoid. The same type that her father had been,there were even tattoos on the backs of his hands. Jasmine was born and raised in the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club. A rival club caused the deaths of her family. After an incident at the mother house, she stepped away to focus on her MMA career under the name Taz.

Coraline Hart was a typical young woman for those looking at her from the outside. She went to work at a café, paid her bills, and was never seen without a smile on her face. But no one was to know the true horrors of what Coraline was forced to endure behind closed doors. To deal with his pain, her father went to the bottle and spent most of his time off his face with drink to forget his feelings. Due to his alcoholism, he can never hold down a job, and whatever money he does have, he drinks away. Causing Coraline to give him all of hers, knowing the dangers of what he could do if she were to say no. She had accepted this was her life now, going to work and giving all her money to her father, but that was until her saviour, in the form of a man in a very well-pressed suit with slicked-back hair and the thickest Spanish accent, walked into her café. This mysterious man soon becomes infatuated with this woman, who had unknowingly saved him the day they met; to him, it proved she was his and no other person was to cross her. But his infatuation was soon about to turn deadly; any man that he deemed too close to his Coraline soon slipped away without any hassle. When a police officer comes into the café and shreds some light on the man she was seeing, her world comes crumbling down. But for the mysterious man with the thick Spanish accent, he can never let go of his new obsession. Read on to find out how this simple interaction between two complete strangers became deadly.

She was born in the shadows of a ruined name. He was born into wealth, but never into love. When a PR stunt turned trap forces billionaire heir Jason Walker to serve time with the Miami PD, he collides with Detective Leah Moore; a woman who’s fought every day to rise from disgrace. She wants justice. He wants escape. But when the past resurfaces in the form of betrayal, secrets, and blood ties, the two are thrown into a dangerous game where trust could get them killed and falling in love might destroy everything they’ve ever known. In a city where everyone wears a mask, can two broken souls find the truth and each other?

Travis Villaflor does not lose. In business, he conquers. In life, he dominates. With godlike beauty, ruthless intelligence, and power that bends men twice his size, he has built an empire where everything and everyone falls into place exactly as he commands. And he belongs to Cathyrine Reva. At least, that is the lie he has repeated for years. Because there was once a boy. Raine Montemayor. Fifteen years of age. Soft-eyed and devoted. Recklessly in love. A boy who trembled but still offered everything. His body, his heart, his soul. And the confession, it terrified him. So he crushed it. “I’m straight,” he said coldly. “I only see you as a brother.” And just like that, he destroyed the only person who had ever looked at him as if he were something more than a god. Raine left for Canada soon after. Travis thought distance would erase the memory. Well, it didn’t. Years later, Raine returns. But the boy Travis rejected is gone. The man who steps off the plane is controlled and polished. Sinfully beautiful. His smile no longer innocent, but knowing. His presence no longer pleading, but commanding. Raine no longer looks like he belongs to him. And that is unacceptable. He has a girlfriend, a reputation and a name built on control. Yet every time Raine turns away from him… every time someone else dares to touch him… Jealousy tastes like blood in his mouth. He wants to drag him close. Mark him. Remind him. “You think you’ve outgrown me?” Travis murmurs one night, voice low and dangerous. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I possess you.