Snake
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But I can't get her out of my head.
I'm no prisoner. And I'm no coward.
I won't stay locked away at the clubhouse hiding from those @ssholes, The Devil Saints.
So I go to a bar, away from my brothers. I need a break from all the chaos.
Until drama walks right through the door.
Laiken. The one who got away. Or I pushed away, I can barely remember.
She's looking fine in that police uniform.
I wonder if she'd let me use those cuffs on her.
But we can't be together.
A patched member and a cop?
No.
Laiken and me?
I'm not supposed to want her.
But you know what they say.
The heart wants what it can't have.
And my heart is achin' for trouble.
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Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.
