I've got two choices: ride with the devil… or run for my life.
A blood-soaked biker just stomped into my café and pinned me against the wall.
I know what I should do:
Scream.
Fight.
Run.
But when he kisses me, all I can do is beg for more.
Turns out: that's the worst mistake of my life.
Dax might be a six foot tall heartbreaker with a wicked smile and a rugged six-pack.
But he's also as dangerous as they come.
Now, I'm caught up in a web of drugs and a war between motorcycle clubs.
There's only two ways out of this town:
On the back of Dax's bike…
Or in a body bag.