My road name is self-explanatory. Not only does it describe me physically, but also my personality; and I'm damn proud of it. Club life and bedding different women daily is the only way to live. Motorcycles, mayhem, and all things illegal is just the way I like it. Made the decision long ago that I didn't have the desire to ever claim an old lady and be stuck with one woman for the rest of my life. It might look good on my brothers, but I was certain it never would on me. So, I got myself a loyal companion in the form of man's best friend. Little did I know that my beloved, and most trusted partner in crime would lead me straight to my downfall; Novalee. She's not just any woman, either. During the day she's referred to as Doctor Porter. That woman's mere presence threatens to conjure something deep inside me that I was certain I was incapable of having; which makes her dangerous. She's a treasure to be had and claiming Novalee would only place her permanently in harm's way. I've done my best to avoid allowing myself to completely fall for her. But sometimes I question if I'm being honest with myself about what she's stirred up inside me. An unexpected turn of events changes both of our lives forever, and now I only hope I don't live out the rest of my days with regrets. Have my actions, or lack thereof inadvertently placed her in immediate danger? Blood has been shed, and during this, a life taken was the ultimate price.

Novalee

I'll never forget the day I first looked into the depth of those ocean blues, and allowed myself to drown. One look at Fox and I had not a single care that he was a known member of the notorious Twisted Iron MC. Sure we live in a small town and people talk. But my profession and reputation far precede any gossip formed from the loose-lipped in this community. My eyes were set on the prize in the form of one tall, blonde, chiseled, work of human art. I'm friends with some of the old ladies from his club. So, his history with women is no newsflash for me. What I was not expecting, however, was the way my body ached to be near his after one lust-filled encounter. I've built an amazing life and legacy for myself. I never expected to crave a man the way that I do Fox. I save animal lives for a living, so it seems silly to fantasize about. That is, of course, until my life ends up being the one needing to be saved. All I want is everything I've worked so hard for. The moment I get close to having my heart's desire, becomes the moment my very existence begins to race against the clock. This can't be how it ends, can it?

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