VOLUME THREE: LOSING CONTROL
“Has anyone ever told you that you should be a male model instead of a biker?"
Jagger Stone froze. That husky voice had haunted him for months. Since the Harley Drags in October to be exact. It was a hell of a story really, the way the two of them had finally met. She'd been on the back of a truck that had been outfitted with a stripper pole. He'd caught her when she'd lost her footing and taken a tumble. She had been a lot drunk and mostly naked. Since that day, he hadn't been able to get her out of his head. The few times they had spoken with each other since hadn't been enough.
“Anybody ever tell you it's not good to sneak up on a biker?"
That same voice gave a low laugh that went straight to his groin. Never in his life had anyone affected him this way.
