Christa: Hell always screams into my life on two wheels, so why the hell does he look like heaven? Rabid's nothing like the other vicious thugs in the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. When I see the dark ink dancing on his stunning body, I almost believe he's here to save me, instead of just seduce me. But I won't be fooled again. All the club brings is ruin, and they're back to give me more.
Rabid: I can't get her outta my skull. My brothers say she's like broken glass, but they don't know Christa's already lodged in my heart. She's tense, suspicious, and totally scared. I'm gonna find out why. Secrets don't mean a thing if she's in danger.
Contains mature themes.
