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Katie Ashley, the New York Times bestselling author of Redemption Road and Vicious Cycle, returns to the dangerous and seductive world of the Hells Raiders motorcycle club….
 
After her father was murdered in the line of duty, ATF agent Samantha Vargas is determined to take down the scumbags of the drug trade. When her partner takes on a case to infiltrate the Hells Raiders MC, Samantha agrees to go undercover as his old lady but is surprised to find herself drawn to the very man she is investigating.

Benjamin “Bishop” Malloy has worked hard to carve a place for himself both in and out of the MC world. Working days as a mechanic, he spends his nights rebuilding motorcycles with the hope of one day owning his own shop. After taking one of the club’s new hang-arounds under his wing, Bishop is conflicted over his growing attraction for the man’s girlfriend.

Even though she’s determined to bring down the Raiders, Samantha discovers their world isn’t as black-and-white as she thought. And as the stakes grow higher, she’s in danger of losing more than her heart.

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Gavin took his beer back from me. “Ready?”

“More than ready. What happened while I was gone?”

“Bishop got me a beer on the house and told me to have a seat. I thought he was coming over to talk, but then he got called away.”

My eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Some backdoor meeting?”

With a chuckle, Gavin replied, “More like some hot piece of ass with her tits hanging out of her top asked him to dance.”

I rolled my eyes in a huff. “Men. Don’t you ever think with anything besides your dicks?”

“Nope,” Gavin replied with a wink.

Turning away from Gavin, I focused my gaze on the dance floor. It only took a second to spot Bishop through the crowd of other bikers. Gavin had adequately described the woman Bishop was with. At the moment, they were bumping and grinding to where they might as well have been having sex on the floor. Out of nowhere a flush of warmth spread over me the same way Bishop’s hands ran over the woman’s body. It seemed to get even hotter when I watched the expert way his hips pumped against hers.

Leaning forward in my chair, I continued to study my target. The pictures the bureau had shown me didn’t quite do Bishop justice. Although it should have been the last thing on my mind, I couldn’t help thinking he was far more good-looking in person. He certainly appeared more built—his muscles more defined, his chest broader, and his thighs thicker. His body exuded power and strength—two things that came in handy for him as a boxer and the sergeant at arms. I couldn’t help snorting at how I felt like an airhead sorority girl with the lustful thoughts running through my mind.

“He’s completely fuckable, isn’t he?” Gavin asked, in a low voice.

Oh hell yes. Very, very fuckable, I thought as I fought the urge to squirm in my seat. Needing to hide my illicit thoughts from Gavin, I said, “Just what the hell are you talking about?”

Gavin waggled his eyebrows. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were just looking at him.”

“I was assessing the target, smart-ass.”

“Bullshit. Your panties were getting wet as you thought about what it would be like if you were that woman.”

What woman wouldn’t? “You’re out of your fucking mind,” I countered.

Leaning in to whisper in my ear, Gavin said, “I may bat for the other team, but I still know when a woman is hot for a man.”

Rolling my eyes, I shoved him away. In a low voice, I growled, “He is the target in our case, not to mention the enemy.”

“Yeah, and hate sex can be hot as hell.”

“You are impossible.”

Gavin grinned wickedly at me. “Even though it’s frowned upon, I see nothing wrong with getting a good fuck or two out of him to gain information.”

“I would slap the hell out of you right now if we weren’t supposed to look like a loving couple.”

 After bestowing a kiss on my cheek, Gavin winked at me. “There’s nothing more I love in life than to irritate the hell out of you.”

“Asshole,” I replied, although I smiled in spite of myself.

Nodding at Bishop, Gavin asked, “When he finishes humping that chick, you want me to get the ball rolling and introduce you?”

When I cocked my eyebrows at him, he held up a hand. “I meant the ball rolling for the case, not for you to actually get busy with him. Jeez, Vargas, I can be serious when I have to be.”

“Yeah, and part of you really enjoyed the double meaning in all that.”

Gavin grinned. “Maybe.” The song started to wind down. “So, do we make a move now?”

My gaze once again returned to Bishop. “No. Not yet.”

“You got something in mind?” Gavin questioned.

I finally tore my gaze from Bishop to look at Gavin. “I need to unsettle him a bit before I make my move.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a plan.” Looking back at Bishop, I smiled. “It’s more like a game. One that I know just how to play to win.”

With a wink, Gavin said, “You know your game, Vargas. Go roll the dice.”

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