Dad was an outlaw. Mom was the daughter of The Man. I’ve never belonged in either world, always stuck somewhere in between.
My job with the sheriff’s department pays the bills, but I’m faking my way through life. No one is the least bit interested in seeing behind my mask until Journey Sheerer.
My temperamental temptress knows as little about romance as I do. We might crash and burn, but I can’t let her go. All of these months, I’ve waited for my shot with the girl sporting a scary scowl and an even scarier right hook. Having finally made my move, I don’t doubt it’ll be one helluva bumpy ride.