She needed a hero. What she got was a howling biker instead…
Mika:
So, here’s the deal: I’m on the run from a psycho stalker, living off beef jerky and stolen peaches, and my idea of a good time is not having a panic attack when a twig snaps. Then this walking tattoo gallery on a Harley rolls into my life. Silas. Six-foot-something of brooding biker with secrets darker than his leather jacket. Oh, and did I mention he can turn into a wolf? Yeah, that’s a thing. Now I’m caught between my past and a future that howls at the moon. Talk about a girl’s choice: keep running, or ride off into the sunset with a man who growls in his sleep. What could possibly go wrong?
Silas:
I didn’t ask for this. One minute I’m nursing my wounds while staring at the wedding invitation from the mate who rejected me, and the next I’m sniffing around some human who smells like trouble and tastes like forever. Mika. She’s all sass and survival instincts, with eyes that see right through my bull. My wolf is going crazy, and I’m not far behind. She’s running from a monster, but she has no idea she’s running straight into the arms of another one. Only difference is, I’m the monster who’d tear the world apart to keep her safe. Now, if I can just convince her that ‘forever’ isn’t such a bad thing when you’re mated to a shifter biker. Piece of cake, right? Right?
