What she doesn’t expect is to find herself at the mercy of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club and their President-Luke Carmical.Luke is dangerous, sexy, and dark. The life he lives is far different from the privileged life Dallas is accustomed to.Can she accept the lifestyle of an MC?Can she handle the domineering nature of Luke?Or is it too late to save Dallas from the path she has chosen…

     Years spent as a daughter in the Dominion MC left me washed up and struggling to breathe. Life was never flowers and sunshine. It was gravel and dust, the trails of dirt left behind when the brothers tore out, floating up from the ground to hover in front of an angry, red sun. I could never have imagined that a life sitting at rock bottom could get any worse, but it did. Life is funny like that. Just when you think things can’t get any more bleak, a shade is drawn leaving you staggering and blind – lost in a world of heartache and sorrow. I met J.D. Brooks on the road and he swept me off my feet. Literally. But not in the way you might think. He was both an angel and a demon. He was the most vicious storm that ever darkened my life. He was also my salvation. Stripped from the hands that always held me back, I was released into a nightmare that would threaten everything I thought I knew about the crap hand I’d been dealt. I thought I could never hate a man more than the one who stole me from the life I’d known. And in our time together, he would teach me one important lesson: That in the end, it doesn’t matter how our paths intersect, because when it comes down to the basic truth of our lives... ...we’re all stuck traveling down hard roads *Disclaimer - The book is not recommended to readers sensitive to graphic depictions of violence. This book is not suitable for persons under 18 years of age.*

    well it was something. Being raised by a well-respected and paid man is something – until it came to men. Of course all the guys feared him and he was very protective which kept my circle small. It really has always just been me and my dad. Anyway, while not really content in love I was well on my way to following my dreams. Yes people… a fashion designer. I want my name on tags on clothes being worn by millions of people. Then what happens you ask? My dad gets himself into trouble and decides to hire the 'prez' - and I say it like the dirty word it is - of a motorcycle club to keep me safe. This guy is a jerk! He doesn’t really talk and is downright rude. He hates me and my presence and doesn’t hide the fact he thinks I’m a pain in his butt. What have I done to deserve such bitter treatment? Nothing! I did nothing but exist and that was enough to piss him off. It doesn’t make it better that he thinks he’s going to keep me confined to one room for god knows how long like some criminal. Not to mention that I’ve been cut-off from basically the entire world while being held captive in these four walls. Fact of the matter is do I care? Absolutely not... I don’t care how he feels because guess what? I DIDNT ASK TO BE HERE EITHER! (Ok fine, I’m pretty upset about it but can you blame me?) Doesn’t matter because he's going to hear and respect me at any means necessary... there's only one issue, Lucifer himself. This A hole is a bonafide hottie. Like so hot my lady bits light on fire involuntarily. How the heck do I manage to teach him who's boss while at the same time keeping my uncontrollable, and absolutely misguided hormones in place while dealing with the devil himself in the flesh as pure sex on legs.