Throttle, Road Captain of the Insurgents Motorcycle Club, likes his women willing, stacked, and no strings attached.
His life and needs are simple: riding his Harley, bedding as many women as can fit in his bed, and scorching his throat with whiskey. The tall, rugged outlaw is a magnet for women who love life on the wild and dangerous side. They know not to expect anything from the tattooed biker but sheer pleasure.
Life couldn’t be better.
Until he meets Kimber. The black-haired mechanic at Hawk’s bike shop. What the f@#k? In his world, the only thing a woman should do on a Harley is spread her pretty legs wide.
She is sassy-mouthed, aggravating, and not his type at all. And he doesn’t need any woman—let alone a chick in mechanic coveralls—messing with his head.
It’s a shame all he can think about is doing nasty things to her on his motorcycle.
Kimber Descourts has had to fight to be accepted in a man’s world and she is not a quitter. Always attracted to the bad boy biker, she has had her share of unfaithful, jerk boyfriends. Swearing off all bikers since her last boyfriend made her his punching bag, she’s content with working on Harleys, taking a few business classes, and being blissfully alone.