I moved to Ash Valley to disappear. New town. New job. No man telling me how to live.

Then I walk out the back door of a diner and into a gunfight.

Now there’s a dead body, a biker gang that wants my head, and the only thing standing between me and a shallow grave is the president of the Hellborn Kings MC.

Saber is everything I swear I’ll never fall for again. Commanding and possessive. He gives orders, and everyone obeys.

He moves me into his clubhouse. Puts a lock on my door that only I control. Tells every man in the club I’m off-limits.

I’ve already survived one man who tried to own me. I’m not looking for another.

But the enemies closing in don’t care what I’m looking for. And the man I’m trying not to fall for is the only reason I’m still breathing.

One clubhouse. One president. One very dangerous problem.