Bad Boy Biker Next Door by Tilly Pope

Avery:
The house next to me has been on the market for months.
So imagine my surprise when I find out it’s been sold.
And my horror when I find out my new neighbor is a freaking biker.
Not some moped riding, cardigan-wearing, nerdy dude either.
I mean biker. Tattoos everywhere, leather jackets and ZERO manners.
The first thing my new neighbor does when he sees me?
A charming pelvic thrust my direction with his music up so loud it rattles my teeth.
What the heck do I do now?

Tank:
My cute little neighbor has no idea the things I’d do to her given the chance.
I’d love to touch her. Taste her. Enjoy her.
So when someone breaks into her house, I’m quick to help her out.
Out of her panties and into my bed.
Because I may be a bad boy, but I protect what’s mine.