As president of my MC, I've always had to hide a part of who I am. I was fine with that until he walked into my life. Now, I can't shove that half of myself into the dark anymore. My club won't understand and the woman I want definitely won't get it, but what choice do I have? I want them both and I'm done with not taking what I want. Yeah, I'm savage enough to screw the rules to get what I want and I want them. Both of them—and I won't settle for less. You can't control who you love but sometimes, it's savage enough to make its own heat.

As the V.P. of a dangerous MC, I knew the moment I was handed my patch, my life would forever change. I no longer belonged to myself, but I belong to the Royal Bastards, MC, Los Angeles. Do or die by the patch. Blood on my hands for my club. Several girls missing puts my club on alert. Danyella, my only family left, has disappeared right along with them.

The rules were simple: Go to Vegas and get a feel for the place before you start the real work in a week. Under no circumstances are we supposed to get involved with a case. Yet after less than a week in town, I find myself married to a woman I don't know because she got herself tangled up with some really bad guys. It was meant to be a rescue, a problem easily solved, but as it turns out, life never works the way you think it will. The contract Kaylee signed demands two years of service before she's able to make another move.

I thought coming to this unknown town would keep me out of trouble, that it would be the perfect place to hide and start a new life. Instead, I found myself a different kind of trouble. The kind of trouble that makes good girls like me want to be all kinds of bad. This obsessed hero is dark and dirty and willing to unleash all kinds of evil to protect the woman he loves. Hold on tight while he takes you on a fast and sexy ride in this stand-alone motorcycle club romance with no cheating, minimal angst, and a guaranteed HEA.

I might be the first man to join the Cerberus MC and not love it. Instead of leaving, I bide my time, knowing that I burn every bridge I cross. When an opportunity plucks me from the desert of New Mexico and transplants me in East Tennessee I feel a little better about the path my life has taken. The new job isn't as solitary as I expected it to be. Instead of doing reconnaissance alone, I'm stuck sitting at a bar, trying to determine if they're using the business as a human trafficking hub.