Outlaws' Dirty Secret

One biker will make you gasp. Two will make you moan. But three? Three will ruin you for any other man.

With all that well-worn leather, low slung jeans and miles of gorgeous, tattooed skin on display, living next door to the Outlaw Sons MC should make writing a spicy romance novel easy, right?

Wrong.

I have my first major book deal on the line, and I’m completely stuck. I could blame it on the bikers next door partying like every night is their last, on the heavy rock music blasting from their walled-off compound, or on the rumble of motorcycle engines roaring down my street at all hours, but it’s not them. It’s me.

I’m a fraud. Don’t tell my readers, but the finale? The big bang? The toe-curling, mind-blowing, forget-my-name moment? No one’s ever managed to take me there. It’s strictly a solo experience, if you know what I mean.

So when yet another wild night at the MC next door cuts my own birthday celebration short, it’s the final straw. Chronic frustration and a bottle of wine give me the courage to march straight through their gates, ready to give them hell.

Instead, three dangerously mouthwatering bikers, each more sinful than the last, offer to show me everything I’ve been missing.

Skyhigh lures me in with his striking blue eyes and reckless charm. He loves blowing things up, but it’s when he goes down that the real fireworks start.

Blackout f*cks like he fights—ruthless, dominant and inescapable. He wants to show me the ropes—literally—wrapping them around my body and teaching me the ecstasy of submission.

Dragon is a menacing tower of muscle, cool and calculating, but his fire simmers just under the surface. His hot touch burns away my inhibitions, daring me to trust my instincts and own my pleasure.

It would be unprofessional not to do my research. Right?

One reckless night rewrites everything I thought I knew about passion and desire. But biker life isn’t just dirty secrets and wicked pleasure. The Outlaw Sons have a bloody past and dangerous enemies. When I stumble into the dark, ruthless side of their business, it paints a target on my back.

I can’t write my way out of what’s coming, but I won’t face it alone.

Because Blackout, Dragon and Skyhigh protect what’s theirs—and they’ve already decided.

I belong to them.