The Smoky Vale Alliance

As the former mayor of Smoky Vale, I hinged my campaign on getting rid of all bikers. They are everything that's wrong with our town. Everywhere they go they breed crudeness, chaos, and carnage. Then my son fell in love with not one, but two of them. Now I have no choice but to interact with the very people I tried to take down. My disapproval of their lifestyle wavers when a spawn of Goliath backs me into a wall, kisses me senselessly, and makes it clear in the most vulgar way possible what he wants to do to me.

I've lived a ruthless life full of resentment. There's nothing and no one I loathe more than Chief Ben Witter. I'm the president of the Blood Hounds MC, and Witter has always been a thorn in my side. He can't be bought. And he's on a mission to dismantle my club. But my obsession with hurting him has nothing to do with club business. It's personal. I want to annihilate him for making the man I've always loved, fall for him instead. A dead man whose ghost lingers between us. When Witter needs help to close a dangerous case involving my club, I volunteer.

The only unpredictability I allow in my structured life is my work as a trauma surgeon. That comes to a halt when a young, feral goth biker decides I am his. The gifts he sends me are downright creepy. But the scars his tattoos fail to hide make me want to protect him from the world. When a security threat forces the hospital into lockdown, Bloom's feral nature takes over. He doesn't care how many die as long as I make it out alive. Only then do I understand how unhinged he truly is. But when he whispers, "It's November," my protective instincts kicks in.