I live at the end of this dark, deserted, dead-end street for a reason.
I don't like neighbors, and I'm not into kids. So I'm pissed to learn the vacant house across the street just got rented.
When a child comes snooping around my house, I'm forced to do the last thing I want to do--meet my new neighbor. When I go to return the kid to her side of the street, I come face-to-face with one pissed off mama bear and the hottest chick I've ever laid eyes on--and that's saying a lot.
Suddenly I'm all about being neighborly; the only problem is she wants nothing to do with me or my MC life.
Can I blame her?
Guess I'll just have to change her mind.
When problems start piling up at the club, I can't help wondering if she's to blame. I've never had a woman twist me in knots like this one.
My life is simple and uncomplicated--I live for my club.
I have a feeling she's going to complicate everything.
Brianna--
When I see the motorcycles pull in across the street, I suddenly realize why this rental house was so cheap and the leasing agent so eager to unload it.
But when you're running for your life, a dead-end street with few neighbors sounds perfect.
One look at the badass biker next door is all it takes for me to know I want nothing to do with trouble like him.
He's the worst kind of dangerous--a man built like a Chippendale dancer who radiates confidence and fearlessness. I'm sure there's not a situation he couldn't handle or a room he wouldn't own just by walking through the door.
He's the kind of man men fear and women want to tame---the kind of man my mother warned me about.
I've got secrets, and he wants to know every one of them.
I have a feeling he's going to complicate everything.
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