Loyalty, love, steamy romance, and a different take on MC perspective.

He's not looking for her kind of trouble at his roadhouse. But if it comes, he won't run.

New York Times best-selling author Victoria Danann adds an unlikely romance that leads two lonely people straight into the middle of escalated tensions between three motorcycle clubs.

Clover: How did I end up almost 300,000 dollars in debt? It wasn’t as hard as it sounds.

I went to Columbia and studied anthropology. The perfect background to get a great job. Right? Okay. It was a stupid choice. As it turns out, one of several. But I was still a teenager when I picked a major. I’ve since learned that brains aren’t fully developed until years later. A lot of good that information does me now. So, I ended up answering phones at a third-rate magazine. In New Jersey. When a duffel bag full of big bills showed up in my gym locker, I did what anybody with student loans would do. I paid them off.

It turns out that the money didn't come from my fairy godmother after all. Some goons stashed it in the wrong locker. For the mob. It probably won't surprise you to learn they want it back. So, again, I did what anybody would do. I ran. All the way to the Texas Hill Country. I mean, they wouldn't follow me there. Right? It's practically the Outback. Right?

Raze: It was Bike Night at my place, which meant it was crowded. But when she came through the door, she stood out like a neon sign. I didn't care that she looked lost or that she had unbelievably suckable curves. And it didn't occur to me to worry when she looked back over her shoulder. Should have, but it didn't.