Saul: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

Saul won't stop until he owns all of me.

I'm already sick of this podunk Texas town.
But I'm a movie star, not a hillbilly.
At least, that's what I used to think.
Until Saul showed me what I really am: his property.

He was just another faceless muscle man on set.
Keep pedestrians out of the shot, beat back the paparazzi – that kind of thing.
Normally, I wouldn't bat an eye.

But Saul was different.

He wasn't just muscle – although he definitely had plenty of that.
He wasn't just tough – although one look from his steely eyes had me trembling.
He was so much more.

He was either a monster or an angel.
A sinner or a saint.

He's going to either bend me over his knee and break me completely…
Or make me fall for a man I never meant to notice.

But one way or another, Saul is going to make me his.