Brock

Bracken Ridge, Arizona, where the Rebels M.C. rule and the only thing they ride or die for more than their club is their women, this is Brock's story.

Brock: For years I've let it slide. What she does to me, how she makes me feel. I've brushed it off like an annoying habit that comes back every now and again to haunt me. We came together once, then we drifted apart. It's the story of my life.

We were best friends, but back then we were a lot of things. She was the fire in my blood, the elixir in my veins. My world fell at her feet before it fell spectacularly apart. She thinks she can run from the M.C. she thinks she can run from me.

Little does she know that this old dog ain't learnin' any new tricks. I've got my eyes on the prize. She will be my ol' lady, I'll make sure of it. I let her slip away once before, but I have no intention of doing that again.

Angel: I don't want to be someone's property. Nobody owns me. I belong to myself. My life's been no fairy-tale, and I've had to grow up fast. I've worked hard to get here.

I can't fall for the V.P. of the Bracken Ridge Rebels. What Brock and I had was a long time ago. What we had was young love, infatuation. It wasn't real. I wasn't going to be controlled then, and I won't be controlled now.

So he may as well stop. I'm not giving in. I'll never give in. He can't have what was never his to take.

NOTE: This book is book 3 in a series but is written as a stand-alone with no cliff hanger and a HEA. Recommended for readers 18+ as it contains adult content. Readers beware, the Bracken Ridge Rebels rule... enter at own risk.