Silas (West Bend Saints Book 2)

Call me Robin Hood. I’m a grifter. A con artist.

I don’t just steal from the rich. I take from the worst of the worst, the people who deserve to be hustled.



I have two rules - keep moving and never fall in love.



I only ever thought about breaking them for one boy. And that boy just walked right back into my life, a ghost from the past. Silas Saint.



Now he’s a man. Arrogant and sexy as hell, he’s sure not the person I fell in love with, a lifetime ago.



But when he touches me, it’s enough to make me forget my own name. He makes me want to break all my rules.



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I’ve been fighting as long as I could remember. Hell, I think I came out of the womb swinging



I even tried to go legit until trouble sent me out of Las Vegas and back to West Bend.



I never expected a different kind of trouble to come waltzing back into my life, all curves and tattoos and sass. Tempest Wilde.



Any idea what “tempest” means? A violent windstorm. That’s something I don’t need.



I loved her once, a lifetime ago. Before I knew better.



Love is for suckers, and I’m sure as hell not a sucker.



But the way she looks at me? It makes me want to give her everything I have.