Hate. Oh yes, I fucking hate Chase Hartley. I mean he's... cocky, a college hockey star, and to top it all, he's my soon-to-be stepbrother. Because my dad decided to get married and have me trapped under the same roof with him for the entire summer. But everything changed the day we kissed. Everything turned forbidden. WARNING: THIS NOVEL IS SPICY. LESS HOCKEY. MUCH SEX

I was burying my father with a maxed-out credit card when the Harleys rolled in. Nine mourners. Cheap flowers. Rain that wouldn't quit. Then *he* took off his helmet — Jax "Reaper" Callahan. President of the Savage Saints MC. My dead brother's best friend. The man who took my virginity seven years ago and vanished without a word. He didn't come to pay respects. He came to collect. My father owed the Saints a quarter of a million dollars — and the contract says the debt passes to blood. His terms: I live in his clubhouse, work as the club's private medic, and follow his rules until every cent is repaid. But my father's "heart attack" was murder. My ex sold my name to a rival club. Someone inside the Saints is a rat. And Jax looks at me like he wants to ruin me — or worship me. Maybe both. He says I'm collateral. He lies. I'm his obsession. And obsessions like his burn everything down.

I should have let him bleed. Instead I dragged a dying biker onto my counter, pulled a bullet out of his side, and told him next time I’d leave him on the floor. He woke up with his hand around my throat. Then his whole club filled the lot. Then the club that wants me *dead* pulled in behind them. And Ash “Reaper” Kane — President of the Iron Vow MC, six-four of bad decisions and worse morals — looked at the waitress with blood on her hands and did the most dangerous thing a man like him can do. He put his mouth on my throat and said, **“She’s mine.”** I am not his. I am not even *Indie Locke*. I am the senator’s dead daughter. The only witness who got out of a massacre three years ago. The girl who shot a man in Iron Vow colors on her way through the door. Reaper doesn’t know that yet. He takes me to his compound “for seventy-two hours.” Seventy-two hours becomes a bed I can’t leave, a patch I didn’t ask for, and a man who kisses like a punishment and touches me like he’s already decided I’m staying. I hate him. I want him. And the secret I’m running from is the same one that will burn his club to the ground. **He claimed me to keep me alive.** **Keeping me might get us both killed.**

She's the team's new sports psychologist. He's the captain she's forbidden to touch. NOVA CALLOWAY thought she'd put her past behind her when she accepted a job as the Chicago Glaciers' sports psychologist -- a dream position that could launch her career. What she didn't expect was to come face-to-face with COLE HARRINGTON, the NHL's most dangerous, devastatingly gorgeous captain... and the man who shattered her heart five years ago without ever knowing she existed. Cole Harrington is two seasons away from retirement, carrying a shoulder injury he's hiding from the team, a gambling debt his dead brother left behind, and a media scandal threatening to tear his legacy apart. When a gossip blogger threatens to expose his reckless past, his PR team hatches a plan: fake-date someone wholesome, stable, and trustworthy. Nova is the last person he'd choose. She's his employee. She knows all his psychological weak points. She challenges him at every turn. And she's hiding something from him -- something that could blow up not just their arrangement, but the entire Glaciers organization. What starts as a calculated arrangement ignites into something neither of them can control. But between a forbidden clause in her contract, Cole's dangerous entanglements with organized crime (courtesy of his brother's debt), a rival who wants Nova for himself, and a secret paternity revelation that will rock the entire league -- falling in love was never part of the deal. And when the truth finally comes out, it won't just break two hearts. It will burn everything down.