The Night Land: Large Print

This is the second installment of Honey Palomino's best selling motorcycle club erotic romance, The Outlaws.

“The next time I catch you following me, I won't be so nice...”

The quirky and sexy Dixie finds herself in quite the dilemma after the president of the local MC club finds her spying on him. To Dixie's delight he is beyond merciful, even as he warns her to leave him alone.

But leaving things alone has never been Dixie's way.  Wrestling with herself, she finds herself torn between trying to do the right thing and trying to get back in Jackson's bed.

Will she be able to resist her forbidden urges, or will the promise of another night with Jackson cause her to put herself in even more danger?

WARNING:  This 8000 word story will leave you breathless and aching for more.  Side effects may include the sudden urge to follow the next group of leather-clad bikers you see.  Includes heart-racing scenes of dirty sex with dangerous men dripping with masculinity.  Intended for mature audiences, 18 and older only!

Excerpt:

I reached out, grabbing his hand and bringing his battered knuckles to my lips, kissing them gently.  “Thank you.  I know you could have just left me there, and it's very nice of you to not do that.  And thank you for bringing me here again.”  I smiled at him, suddenly wanting him on me, in me, around me, and touching me everywhere.

“Dixie, I know you don't know me very well, but if you think I'm the kind of man that would just leave you lying on the ground, with a wig hanging half off of your head, your tits hanging out of your torn dress, your mascara smeared on your face and your skirt hiked up around your naked hips and flashing half the members of my club your stunningly gorgeous pussy - then you are sorely mistaken.”

He groaned deeply and I felt his cock harden on my thigh.  Pressing into me, he brought his head down, his lips meeting mine as he kissed me, softly at first, and then rougher, harder, his hard tongue sliding deep into my hungry mouth as he pulled himself up and over my outstretched body.

My torn red dress was the only thing separating our flesh.  Jackson's electric blue eyes flashed as he tore it from my body in one violent, swift motion.

“Now, let me show you just what kind of man I really am....”