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I'm a special agent on the hunt to find my partner's killer. She's just a girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I can't bend the rules, even if I know she's innocent. Casey Jones is a natural beauty with curves that won't quit. With her big doe eyes and long legs, she's pure temptation. She's barely old enough to be working in a place that serves alcohol, but I can't stop myself from wanting to make her a woman. My woman. She's in the middle of something bad and too stubborn to see that. All I want to do is protect her.

Wherever I went, I heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind me. They never bothered me or said a word. But I knew they were there because of him - Devlin McRae, the head of the local MC. Being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would I do if Devlin ever caught me?

Everyone thought I was next in line to lead the Untouchables MC. That is, until a tragic accident takes my heart out of the game. I decided life was simpler on my own. Well, other than the strays I take in. I have a scruffy dog and two cats. I even had a teenage runaway under my roof before she up and married an FBI agent. But that's another story. Now I'm all alone, running the biker bar I own and love. Hell, if the Mason Jar was a person, I'd marry it. When the gorgeous girl walks into my bar looking for a job, I'm inclined to say no. Not because I don't want her around. Because I do.

I'm one of the Sons of Satan, part of an inner circle we call The Devil's Riders. I was just a prospect when I first saw her. Becky Townsdale, the curvy girl who worked at Mae's diner. She's so pretty it hurts to look at her. I waited to make a move until I was officially a Devil's Rider. And then, the night of the club Prez's wedding, I made her mine. Devlin and Kaylie might have gotten married that night, but we're the ones who made a baby. I just didn't know it yet.

They call me Lucky. I'm one of the Devil's Riders, the inner circle of the biggest MC in Southern California. I'm just back from my final deployment. I paid my dues, and now I just want to enjoy myself. That means fast bikes, stiff drinks, and easy women. As many as I can get. At least that's what I thought I wanted. Until I see her. Working the tables at an underground gambling den run by the local mafia, Kirsten is like a beautiful rose blooming in a pile of garbage.

My name is Maccabe Donahue, but everyone calls me Mac. Just out of the Navy and current Devil's Rider, the inner circle of the Sons of Satan motorcycle club, I'm known for keeping a cool head. But all that changes when I take the job of managing the build of a new development outside of town. A development that is right next door to a tiny cottage, formerly in the middle of nowhere. That's where Suzanna comes in. The woman is going to drive me insane.

When my career as a dancer is sidelined due to an injury, I have no idea what to do with my life. My best friend, Kaylie, is dating the head of the Devil's Riders, so I tag along when she hangs out at the club. That's when I see him. The one they call the Viking. He never says a word, but his eyes burn into me. He watches out for me, even kisses me, but that's it. The man refuses to take the next step. I know he wants me. I just need to tip the big guy over the edge.

Women fall into my lap. Until an innocent beauty crosses my path and wants nothing to do with me. I'm one of the Devil's Riders, the inner circle of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in California. My brothers and I live on the edge of society, and we like it just fine. I'm swimming in easy women, but I'm easily bored. Then one day, I see her: Molly McRae. She's easy on the eyes and sweet as pie. All I want to do is take a bite.

I left behind my life to start over. My successful career as a country music singer, friends and family, everything. All to get away from my abusive, obsessive ex. So what if I'm lonely? So what if I miss singing and sequins? I'm safe, and that's what matters. But the big biker with the blue eyes has other ideas. He makes me laugh and breathless all at the same time. He makes me want more. But it's not safe. Not for either one of us.