My mouth can’t get me in trouble if three wicked bikers are keeping it busy.
My whole life I’ve felt like an extra in someone else’s movie. Just once, I want to be the main character. The one who gets all the attention. The one that exciting and amazing things happen to.
Maybe I shouldn’t have wished so hard.
All I wanted at the gas station was a blue raspberry slushie, but what I got was a terrifying shootout. Members of the Screaming Eagles MC, the most notorious motorcycle club in the city, gunned down a man in broad daylight. I was given one warning: keep my mouth shut. They might as well have asked a fish to climb a tree.
Now I’m the key witness in a murder investigation that’s smelling fishier by the day. Without me, the case will fall apart, which makes me the most wanted woman in the city, and the Screaming Eagles aren’t going to just patiently wait for their day in court. What they want, they get.
In their world, the old rules don’t apply anymore. The people I was taught to trust are the enemies, and three criminals hold my life in their rough, callused hands. Hands that are as good at making me forget my own name as they are at dealing death.
Wraith is sleek, deadly and covered in ink. A talented tattoo artist, his clever fingers play over my skin like magic.
Meanwhile, Tank is a brawler with a protective streak wider than a ten lane highway. The sheer size of him scares me, at least until he shows me what he can do with it.
And Nitro is as explosive as his name. He loves making things burn, and if I don’t watch out, it’s going to be me going up in his passionate flames.
When strange things start happening and the facts don’t line up, I’ll have to decide who I can trust. The flawed, corrupt system, or the mouthwatering bikers who dare to live outside it.