Lucifer by Belle Winters

My life… well it was something. Being raised by a well-respected and paid man is something – until it came to men. Of course all the guys feared him and he was very protective which kept my circle small. It really has always just been me and my dad.
Anyway, while not really content in love I was well on my way to following my dreams. Yes people… a fashion designer. I want my name on tags on clothes being worn by millions of people. Then what happens you ask? My dad gets himself into trouble and decides to hire the ‘prez’ – and I say it like the dirty word it is – of a motorcycle club to keep me safe.

This guy is a jerk! He doesn’t really talk and is downright rude. He hates me and my presence and doesn’t hide the fact he thinks I’m a pain in his butt. What have I done to deserve such bitter treatment? Nothing! I did nothing but exist and that was enough to piss him off. It doesn’t make it better that he thinks he’s going to keep me confined to one room for god knows how long like some criminal. Not to mention that I’ve been cut-off from basically the entire world while being held captive in these four walls.
Fact of the matter is do I care? Absolutely not… I don’t care how he feels because guess what? I DIDNT ASK TO BE HERE EITHER! (Ok fine, I’m pretty upset about it but can you blame me?)

Doesn’t matter because he’s going to hear and respect me at any means necessary… there’s only one issue, Lucifer himself. This A hole is a bonafide hottie. Like so hot my lady bits light on fire involuntarily. How the heck do I manage to teach him who’s boss while at the same time keeping my uncontrollable, and absolutely misguided hormones in place while dealing with the devil himself in the flesh as pure sex on legs.