Colt by Lena Bourne

Brenda:
Six months ago I was the mistress of a powerful MC president, but I wanted out. Now I’m a slave for the nastiest biker club I’ve ever had the misfortune to know.
When a stranger rides into the bar I’m slaving in, my only goal is using him as a ticket out of here. That’s all men are good for. To use before they use you.
But he’s not like all those other guys. I could fall for this one. If I’m not careful, I’ll fall harder than I ever have. And there won’t be any standing up and walking away from that fall.

Colt:
There she is, looking bored and gorgeous behind the bar, her midnight blue eyes showing me that perfect blend of wicked and nice. Her curves are just wicked. Two minutes of talking to her, and I know she’s the kind of woman you never tame. But I will try.
The only problem is, I met her while on a life and death type of job for Devil’s Nightmare MC. On any other night, I’d take her with me and never let her go. But I can’t mess up this job.
She’ll keep.
She better.