Iron Tornadoes MC, Book 1
His hard body is pressed against my back and I can’t look away from our reflection in the mirror.
One of his hands leaves my breast and vanishes, unseen but not unfelt.
I never thought I'd bury my brother.
Brian Hatcher has a lot of nerve, I thought I'd never see his face again.
He left the police force to join the Iron Tornadoes, the very gang my brother was investigating.
I hate him.
I should hate him.
I want to hate him.
He has turned his back on everything he used to stand for.
Yet I want him, even though he’s turned into a stone cold biker.