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.