Furious (Nomad Outlaws Trilogy #3)

Moody had had it all once, and had lost it in a heartbeat. Now he goes through life as a cold, heartless nomad. A man to avoid and be afraid of, uncaring that each day could be his last. He gives a fuck about nothing and no one, until an innocent woman appears out of nowhere, unafraid of his fury, challenging his demons, making him want to live again. Is he strong enough to let her into his heart?

Excerpt - "Did he hurt you?"

He snarled the words at me, causing me to flinch at the rage behind them. I knew what Moody was asking--hurt was a nicer word than rape. We both glanced down at the ground where my ruined panties were lying in a dirty, oil-soaked puddle. The man that he'd pulled off of me was laying face-first against the concrete, moaning low. I was sure that at the very least, his nose was broken.

I shook my head, still trying to make sense of the last five minutes. Moody frightened me more than the man who had tried to rape me, and yet he'd been the one to rescue me.

He let out a harsh sigh, as if the whole situation was a big inconvenience to him. "The words, Bailey, I need the f**king words."

"No, he didn't get that far." I was so freaking embarrassed, and I blamed myself for what had almost happened. I'd come out there willingly with Corey, not realizing that he'd been too drunk to listen to reason until it had been too late. "What would you have done if he had?"

He stood staring at me for a long minute, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes pinned on me like twin lasers. He showed no signs of having just been in a fight. "He wouldn't be getting up from that pavement."

I caught my breath. I believed him. I didn't know Moody well, but I'd heard people talk. They'd said he was a secretive man, who lived alone out in the desert. That he didn't like people and he didn't make friends. They'd said it didn't take much to set him off. That he went through life always seeming to be angry about something.

He was dangerous.

He was unpredictable.

He was someone to stay away from.

The trouble was that I worked at his bar.

Finally, he snapped, "Come on, get on." He mounted his bike.

My jaw dropped, because I was sure that I hadn't heard him right. Why would he want me to get on his bike? I had to admit, though, that the thought of riding behind Moody kind of intrigued me. From the moment that I'd met him there'd been something about him that had fascinated me, apart from his hot, rugged looks.

"Why?" It was the only word that I could manage to get out.

"You came out here for a little sex in a back alley, I'm going to f**k you on my bike."

(Moody appears in Book 1 Ruthless and Book 2 Dangerous)