Hunger of the Heart
White Buffalo MCs Book 1
Running Wolf was chosen to lead The White Buffalos over ten years ago, since then helping his people when the calls come in, while also preparing them for the dark day that has been foreseen. When not riding with the wind, his group operates a casino, using the money they raise to help their people. But something is missing in his life, or someone. It seems the Great Sprit has responded to his need in the form of a witch-gypsy, Kizzy Lala, who happens to be helping the last survivors of a people thought long dead. Not only stunning, Kizzy has a heart of gold, but Running Wolf isn’t her only suitor.
Kizzy Lala has called in the White Buffalos because the local tribe needs more help than she can give. Kizzy’s life is one of peace until William Teter, a racist jerk trying to destroy the local tribe, decides he wants her. Dodging his touches and calls is hard, but when Running Wolf pulls up with his group of bikers, her brain goes south, relaxing her guard, and making it possible for William to catch her alone one night.
Can Running wolf and his biker friends save the small tribe and Kizzy before William Teter takes both, or will the Great Mother call her back into her loving arms, leaving him alone again?
Kizzy snuggled deep into her blankets, frowning at the roar of engines. As if her home had moved to beside the highway instead of the little clearing in the woods. What the hell was all that racket? It had to be…Running Wolf.
“He couldn’t be here already.” She threw off the covers and scooted to the foot of the bed. “Hold on I’m coming.” Kizzy shoved her feet into her slippers and grabbed her robe hearing the pounding on her door. Tying the sash, she stumbled toward the front of the house. She was so not a morning person and it had to be… “Five o’clock! You’re going to die!” She flung the door open and forgot everything, even the threat of Teter.
“Morning, sunshine.” The man from the picture smiled up at her. “I just wanted to let you know we are setting up camp in your yard.” His gaze traveling down her body snapped her awake. “I think it best if you don’t open the door again in your night clothes,” he grumbled and turned away.
“Excuse me? You’re the one who woke me up, so don’t even go down that road. Camp where you want, anywhere but the garden.” She slammed the door and leaned against it. Her heart was beating fast and her palms were all sweaty. Kizzy looked down at herself. She could see the outline of her hard nipples through her robe, not that they were small, nooo. Kizzy had inherited her mother’s figure, full and round. Her breast size had always been a problem in school. When girls were just starting to develop, Kizzy already had a C cup and growing.
“Men,” she grumbled, and moved into her kitchen, which consisted of two cupboards, a small fridge, and stove, to turn on the coffee. There would be no going back to sleep now that she was up. But, on a good note, the group was here and Kizzy could relax a little. Hopefully, Running Wolf and his men would deter Teter from her doorstep.