Six years ago, Dakota was adopted by Noah and
Mikayla Cane. Even with a close-nit, loving family, nothing prepared him for
falling head-over-heels in love with Angel Vega. When a game of cat and mouse
begins between the pair, Dakota is persistent in what he wants. It may take him
months to win her over, but he knows she is worth the effort.
Deemed the Latina
Goddess of the race track, Angel is a Pro-Stock Motorcycle racer that has
been burned by love more than once. Letting down her walls and believing in a
man again, was the last thing on her mind. Just as Angel finds herself falling
for the ruggedly handsome Dakota, tragedy strikes and shatters her racing
dreams.
Devastated, Angel retreats into a world of doubt,
fear and broken dreams. Will Dakota do as she wants and walk away, or will he
be the strength she needs and fight for the girl that owns his heart?
Excerpt:
Summertime
was the best time of year; early May, but hot and breezy with the scent of
honeysuckle blooming in the air. It was still dark, but Dakota had a couple of
hours of driving time ahead of him to Commerce, Georgia. Once he met up with
his brother, Dominic and his buddy, Tank at the diner for breakfast, they were
heading to the drag races for the weekend.
This was
his first long trip on his new matte black Yamaha
YZF-R1 motorcycle. He could hardly wait to get it on the highway and open
her up. First things first, breakfast at Lola
May’s diner. The only person he knew that could throw down some country
cookin’ better than Lola May was his mom, Mikayla. He was still getting used to
calling Mikayla, ‘mom’ even though she and Noah adopted him along with his
brother and sister—the twin’s, about six years ago.
He
pulled into the diner but didn’t see Tank or Dominic’s bikes so he went ahead
and parked, taking off his helmet before walking inside the cool lobby. As
always, Ms. Lola greeted him with a boisterous hug.
“There’s
my tall, dark and handsome! C’mere and give Ms. Lola some lovin’s, honey.”
Dakota
grinned and wrapped her up against him, lifting the buxom, curvy woman off her
feet, sending her into a fit of girlish giggles. “Ms. Lola you get more
beautiful every single time I come in here, darlin’.”
Kissing
his cheeks, she patted his chest and fanned her face. “Oh lordy be, honey, if I
wasn’t married, I’d be doin’ things to you that are illegal in the state of
Georgia, I would!”
He
grinned at her, wiggling his eyebrows. “Ms. Lola, I would have let you too.” A
brief kiss on her cheek left her gasping as she picked up a menu and fanned her
face.
“Oh,
honey, now you come on back here and take this table by the kitchen so’s I can
come out and flirt with you while you’re here. Goodness knows you are good for
this old gal’s ego.” With that said, she turned and weaved her way to the
table, swinging her ample hips to and fro’ all the way there.
“You
want some coffee, honey?”
“Yes
ma’am I do. I’ll wait for the guys to get here before I order though.”
“What
trouble are y’all gettin’ into today? Gonna be chasin’ girls round town?” Lola
turned his coffee cup over and filled it from a fresh pot of the steaming brew.
“We’re
heading up to Commerce for the drag races this weekend.”
“Mhmm…I
know what you’re doin’, Dakota Cane, you ain’t foolin’ me none boy. You’re
gonna go flirt with our hometown girl aren’t ya? Oh that Angel Vega is one
lovely little creature. Why, I remember when she was just a tiny little sprite
comin’ in here with her daddy for breakfast on Sunday mornin’s. They still do
when she’s in town. She’s as sweet as pie too.”
He
nearly blurted out that he’d bet she was sweet as pie but he snapped his mouth
shut and grinned.
“We’re
going to see the races, Lola…not pick up women.”
“Mhmm,
tell it to the judge, darlin’. I see you lookin’ all fine in your black leather
and snappy lookin’ bike. Mhmm you on the hunt for that girl, I can tell by the
look in your eyes when I said her name.”
Laughing,
he winked at her and nodded his head. “I plead the fifth, Ms. Lola.”
“I
am sure you do, baby. That is one lucky little spitfire you’re after, lucky
indeed.”
And if you haven’t already read the first book in the
series be sure to get your copy now!
Mikayla Johnson...
Growing up in a poor, abusive household after her father is killed in a car
wreck; Mikayla had very few things in life that gave her joy. Her writing, the
old oak tree, her big brother Callum and her childhood crush Noah. Could he
help her heal from her past and give her the family she has always wanted?
Noah Cane... Noah is a Navy seal war hero coming home to the Georgia peach plantation he was raised on to recover from losing his leg in war. His heart was stolen by Mikayla the moment they met under a peach tree where she was stealing peaches off his parent's property. Can she help him heal from his injuries and give him something worth fighting for?
Join Mikayla and Noah on a whimsical journey of love, passion and the discovery of what they were truly meant to do with their lives. Sit back and enjoy their playful banter and intense loving while they show the town of Sugar Creek what it really means to have a heart of gold.
Noah Cane... Noah is a Navy seal war hero coming home to the Georgia peach plantation he was raised on to recover from losing his leg in war. His heart was stolen by Mikayla the moment they met under a peach tree where she was stealing peaches off his parent's property. Can she help him heal from his injuries and give him something worth fighting for?
Join Mikayla and Noah on a whimsical journey of love, passion and the discovery of what they were truly meant to do with their lives. Sit back and enjoy their playful banter and intense loving while they show the town of Sugar Creek what it really means to have a heart of gold.
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