Framed for murder and unable to prove his innocence, Road Reapers president Mace leaves his life and his club behind rather than pull them into his mess.
He knows running may be the wrong choice, and asking for help has never come easily to him.
Then Brooke Reyner is at his motel door, his new lawyer, and she makes it plain that she is there as counsel and nothing more.
Brooke is not used to meeting clients in shady motels, though she was told this appointment was legitimate, and the big biker on the other side nearly shakes a composure she refuses to lose.
Holding the line between them will be difficult, but clearing Mace of the charge may be harder still, and she is not sure she is equal to it.
