Esmeralda thought losing her husband would be the hardest thing she'd ever survive. After twelve years of marriage to her high school sweetheart, Preston suddenly asks for a divorce, leaving her questioning everything she thought she knew about their relationship. Therapy only makes things worse when she's convinced that their problems are her fault and that she should carry the blame for the tragedy that took one of her children.But when Esmeralda finally signs the divorce papers and discovers the truth about Preston and the woman who was supposed to save their marriage, something inside her breaks.For the first time in twelve years, she decides to stop being the perfect wife, the perfect mother, and the woman everyone expects her to be. She leaves her daughter with a babysitter, puts on a dress, and heads to a club with one simple goal: have a night that belongs entirely to her.Instead, she ends up crashing into four motorcycles.And their owners are not the kind of men who forgive easily.Malik, Toren, Trent, and Donovan are kings in their own world. As members of one of the most feared motorcycle clubs in the city, they are used to getting what they want and making people think twice before crossing them. They are fiercely loyal to each other, protective of their club, and completely unimpressed by the beautiful woman who has just destroyed four of their prized bikes.Esmeralda expects anger.What she doesn't expect is their fascination.The four men offer her a way to repay the debt, but what begins as an unfortunate collision quickly turns into something neither side knows how to control. The more time Esmeralda spends around the MC, the more she discovers that these men are nothing like the monsters everyone believes them to be.And the more they discover about her, the less willing they are to let her walk away.Esmeralda came to the club looking for one reckless night.She never expected to find four men determined to become a permanent part of her life.But when trouble comes knocking, the Four MC Kings don't just protect what belongs to them.They fight for it.

“Why can’t you just understand, Raven? I want both of you. You, and Macy. What’s so wrong with that?”I stared at my boyfriend of two years, wondering if he’d finally lost his mind.“You want me to share you?”“Think about it. We could make this work.”———————————————————————“I don’t want your money, little Red.”Ryker twirled a strand of my hair around his finger, a smirk playing on his lips.“Then what do you want from me?”Roman’s lips curled into a slow, arrogant smile.“We want you. For one month.”My boyfriend cheated on me on our two-year anniversary. And when I caught him, he had the audacity to suggest that I become part of his twisted little fantasy. A throuple.Naturally, I lost my fucking mind.In a fit of anger, I trashed the Savage Saints MC bar and kissed one of its presidents just to prove that I wasn’t the boring, uptight girlfriend Julian had made me out to be.I expected the club to make me pay for the damage. I certainly didn’t expect to end up with a proposition from its most notorious triplets.Roman, the detached asshole who never forgives and always gets his way without lifting a finger. Elias, the quiet, calculating viper whose innocent appearance hides something far more dangerous. And Ryker, the charming lunatic who can talk his way into a woman’s bed before she realises what she’s gotten herself into.The brothers are infamous for their violence, their reckless ways and their inability to keep a woman until dawn.Now, they have one request.They want me to pretend to be their girlfriend for one month, until their father calls them back home.One month. No strings attached. No feelings. Just a little arrangement that should be easy enough to walk away from.At least, that’s what I thought.Because when Marina returns, the woman who has all three brothers wrapped around her little finger, I decide I’ve had enough. I’m done playing pretend, and I’m certainly not sticking around to watch another woman have the men I’ve been pretending to date.So I leave.I move to another city, ready to start over and meet the family I’ve barely had a chance to know.Except there’s one little problem.My new stepbrothers are my fake boyfriends.And apparently, being related hasn’t made the Callaways any less possessive.