by Winter Sloane
Amber: Iron’s not a good man. I barely escaped one monster only to run right into another. A biker covered in ink with hard eyes that go soft at the sight of me. Iron’s past might be defined by violence and bloodshed, but deep down, he’s a decent man. A protector to the core. One kiss, one touch and I come undone. I know he’s bad news but I can’t seem to shake him off.