He's pure adrenaline and smells like smoke and leather--the kind of guy you look at and know he's going to be a combination of nasty and irresistible. The moment I allowed myself to touch his hot skin and kiss his full lips, I. Was. Done.
Like currency, I've become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He's a bad guy. But then again, I'm not a good girl. Blade's the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn't scare me. If anything, I think I scare him.
It takes a lot of work to become the club's Queen, but I'll stop at nothing to have the King! [edytuj opis]