Goose by Scott Hildreth

ALLY – He looked like he needed a “pick me up”, so I gave him one. In passing, I shoved my panties into the pocket of his leather jacket. It wasn’t typical behavior for me, but he wasn’t a typical biker. It didn’t matter. I’d never see him again. When he appeared at my favorite diner a few days later, my jaw hit the floor. My panties weren’t far behind. When I found out he was a thief, I grinned at the common bond we shared.Then, I took his wallet. I planned to steal his heart next. First, I’d have to tell him the truth. The entire truth.

GOOSE – Finding my pantyless Cinderella wasn’t going to be an easy task. I told myself if—and when—I did find her, I’d make her mine for one glorious night. I quickly learned one night would never be enough.I knew relationships weren’t for outlaw bikers. Relationships required honesty. Being honest about club business was contradictory to the MC’s rules. The only way around it was if she became a member of the MC.We needed a member, no doubt. Not a smart-mouthed chick with a bold attitude, though. Unless she was a died-in-the-wool thief and a getaway car driver…