Rusty

I’m the president of the Devil Kings Atlanta MC. With a fractious club to rebuild and a revolving door on my bedroom, the last thing I need is 5’4” of sex-on-a-stick trouble.

When a mysterious beauty shows up with her playmate’s body, dark soulful eyes, and a bagful of cash, I’m willing to make an exception. 

I don’t fully trust her, but she needs my help. 

Ashlynn

Things are finally good. I’m one of the best high-roller hostesses on the strip. But I’ve lived in Las Vegas two years and have yet to unpack my bags. Why? Because shit always goes sideways. 

I should have known this time would be no different.

When I’m asked to hostess a private poker game at a mega exclusive hotel penthouse, I end up in the proverbial wrong place at the wrong time.

I’m the sole witness to a double murder and I’m suddenly on the run again, but this time I’m running for my life.

I get as far as Atlanta before my Porsche blows a tire. 

That’s when he shows up. Dangerous. Drop-dead gorgeous. Scary badass biker. One I can’t take my eyes off. Maybe this town is as good as any to lay low.

When trouble tracks me down, I want to run again. But he has other plans.

He’ll protect me — for a price.

My willing body in his big bed — all night, every night.

That’s the dirty deal he offers.

Dare I accept?

Where the President of the Devil Kings is involved, there are no rules. 

But I’ll stand toe-to-toe with him and make it out of this bargain with my heart intact. Because in the end, running is what I do best.