Book Description:
Tonight, he’s twisting more than just his throttle.
Natie…
Back when I was a biker club’s “baby girl”, I’d get attached to every cheating throttle jockey who gave me the time of day. Rinse and repeat. At thirty-seven, it seems I still haven’t learned. A handsome wolf in leathers like Dirty would eat me alive, then walk into the bar the next night and treat me like yesterday’s drink. It’s not as if he can help it, and I can’t help but let him.
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