He may be off-limits, but I’m sick of following the rules.
I’m not allowed to want Slate. Dad made that clear from the start. Bad boy bikers are totally off-limits. Nothing but trouble. But the moment Slate laid those fierce, stormy-blue eyes on me, I knew I had no choice.
He’s all danger and dominance, six feet of muscle and leather-clad sin, with a voice that makes me weak in the knees.
But dating Slate is impossible. Dad would kill me and his gang forbids it. But when my past comes back to haunt us, Slate is faced with a choice–either walk away, or tear down everything he’s built to protect me.
