Cora: Never kiss an outlaw, they said. Easy suggestions, until the time my father’s filthy secrets produced me property from the Deadly Pistols Motorbike Club. Easy, until I came face-to-face with the beautiful bastard who makes me burn off with every glance-Firefly.

Firefly: No more games. I slice Cora a hundred types of slack when she got in my world, one that’s as well twisted for the sheltered spitfire.

I laughed on the sass and smears appearing out of her mouth area ’til the day the Prez made me her bodyguard. I QUICKLY end her crap. I protected her. I laid down regulations.

One raging kiss shut her up once and for all. Never expected what came following, this desire to rip off her clothes, throw her on my bike, and very own her. Cora, she’ll get my ink on her skin. She’ll wear my ring and also have my kids. I’m taking what’s mine.

Contains mature themes.