Glimmer by Ashley Munoz Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
I'd heard about Jimmy the Fist.
I'd heard he was a single dad, a bar owner, and that he was tied to a dangerous motorcycle gang.
He's someone I'd stay away from in another life.
In this life, I was desperate for a job—preferably as a tax accountant—but scraping the bottom of my savings had stripped my preferences bare. I was desperate for something, anything that would help my mom.
Turns out he was desperate for something too—freedom—and when our worlds collide I realize too late that his demons didn't care how or with whom they collected their debt.
"Hey. You okay?" Jimmy asked, while tugging on my elbow.
I glanced down at his hand with my good eye. Was it weird that
I liked his hands? They were warm and felt really nice in
comparison to my throbbing eye.
"Yeah, just going to grab some ice real quick," I replied
coolly, covering the frantic tone that was trying to surface
through the pain.
He moved in front of me, then led the way
back to the kitchen. I focused on my posture instead of the
two, very defined lines of muscle that ran down Jimmy's back
that shifted under his t-shirt. He stopped in front of a drawer,
grabbed a small baggie, then moved to the freezer to fill it
Expecting him to hand it over, I held out my palm, but to
my surprise, he invaded my space and held the bag of ice to
my face. In an instant, I felt heat rush through my body. He
was too close, with his scent and his warm hands. I held my
breath and waited for his inspection to be done. His warm
thumb ran over the corner of my eyelid. He tried to pry my
eye open, but it wouldn't budge.
"Trust me. I just need to make sure your eyeball is still in
there," he whispered, his warm breath fanning my face. I didn't
realize I had shut my other eye as well. I opened the good eye and
then let him work on my wounded one. It hurt like hell, but once
he pulled the eyelid open he did, in fact, verify that I had my
eyeball and there was no permanent damage, in his opinion.
Then he shocked me by gently blowing on my wounded eye.
He had the ice pack still held in place and with his other
hand, he was holding the back of my head.
He was so close to me, all I would have to do is tilt my head up a fraction, and we'd
be kissing. With my good eye, I caught his gaze and saw by the
way his eyes focused on my lips, he was thinking the same thing.
"I think you'll live, but keep this pack on once you get situated
in the fort, okay?" Jimmy broke the moment, handing me
the ice pack.
He took a few steps back and then headed
towards the fort. I nodded my head absently in understanding
and gripped the bag of ice, following after him while
wondering what exactly might have happened if he hadn't
ended that moment. Or if he had any plans to ever ask me on
a date again? I pushed those thoughts way, way out of my
head, and ignored my racing pulse as I situated myself on my
designated blanket spot.
Ashley lives in Oregon with her four children and Mr. Fix-It husband. If she's not helping her husband with DIY projects around the house, she's writing or sneaking off to a corner to read. She loves hearing from her fans. You can find her in her reader group or on Instagram, where she practically lives.