He's grumpy. Older. An ex-con.
Did I mention I'm totally hot for him?
After a near fatal run-in with the cartel, I turn to Viper for protection.
He's muscle for his motorcycle club, and the next thing I know I'm living in a biker clubhouse with my own personal bodyguard.
Viper makes me feel safe...and desired.
No wonder I can't keep my clothes on around him.
The club welcomes me as one of their own, but the timing couldn't be worse.
Now I'm caught in a war between the club and a cartel.
This wasn't supposed to be my life.
But the longer I stay with Viper, the more I realize neither of us want to say goodbye.
Viper wants to keep me.
Forever.