I’m caged by a monster, and he makes me want more.
Roarke Withers is everything I hate.
When I was given the chance to take him down, I took it without second thought.
I didn’t think he’d see through it all so quick.
Now he’s flipped the table on me—put me at <i>his</i> mercy.
I’d hate it if I didn’t love it just as much.
But I need to keep my guard up.
I can’t let his rock-hard body--covered in ink--distract me.
I can’t afford to let him close—no matter how much I want him to.
Because I know that once either of us get a real taste of each other.
Once we give in to our darkest desires.
There would be no turning back.
Not until he leaves me gasping and begging.
Not because I want him to stop.
But because I want him to do more.
Book 2 of the DESERT HUSSARS MC trilogy