Kellie has had it with men! Especially good for nothing sperm donors who never see their daughter! The only men who don’t get on her nerves are her father, her brother, and Mason Ross. The first two for obvious reasons and the last one, well...he’s just Mason. Sweet, silly, and more handsome than any man should ever be. Too bad a man like him can have any woman that he wants.

Mellie has been hypnotized by a pair of gorgeous green eyes attached to a very yummy package, for months now. Unfortunately for her, her brain goes on hiatus anytime Morris Jackson is around. Looking like a bobblehead whenever he asks her anything isn't the best way to go about getting a man like him interested. It's not like ruggedly handsome men go for quirky, accident-prone introverts like her. Plus, even if she did have a snowball's chance in hell with him, him being her brother's SWAT teammate doesn't bode well for her.

My family betrayed me. Tossed me out onto the street at seventeen. But with a reputation to keep, my parents decided they would rather see their daughter homeless than have my teenage pregnancy taint the perfect facade they'd created. I swore I'd never again let another person close enough to hurt my little girl or me. Yet, every wall I built, he smashed straight through. Hawk wasn't just the VP of The Exiled Eight MC in Detroit. He was alluring. He was possessive. And the scars that decorated his skin told the story of a dark past.

Toni’s no stranger to making mistakes. She has experienced firsthand how walking down the wrong path can send life spiraling out of control. Fortunately, she had someone to drag her from the gutter and help set her on the right track. As penance for the poor choices of her past, she pledges to suppress her baser desires and focus on finding a steady, dependable man, even if that means embracing a boring lifestyle.

I wasn't ready to be president of an MC like Iron Tzars, but my father left me little choice. I grew up in the club. At 29, most of the men still see me as no more than a kid. But my daddy taught me well. I tolerate no disloyalty or disrespect and always put the club first. Then I met Iris. She's a heap of trouble in a small package and she pings my radar from the moment I first lay eyes on her. I know she's going to be mine—which means she has to trust me to take care of her. But Iris trusts no one when it comes to her sister. With both of them in danger, I now have to make a decision.