Savage Heat: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

He's a savage beast with a vicious plan to use me.

He stole me for business.
Then he used me for pleasure.
My head is screaming at me to run for my life.
But my heart is begging for just one more night with the biker.

CHOPPER

Women are like chewing tobacco to me:
Enjoy 'em while they last, then spit 'em out when you're finished.

The girl from the night at the bar was no different.
One night of brutal, violent f**king, and then I sent her packing.

I was sure I'd never see her again.
So how the hell did she end up tied to a chair in my MC clubhouse basement?

KELSEY

I might die if I have to spend a single second more bent over spread-eagle for the foul, disgusting biker who's claimed me as his old lady.
I need to get away from this monster and his hellhole.

But how?

I'd worked my way into this club because I needed closure to a mystery that's haunted me.
But I never thought to have a plan for how to get out.

Then Chopper kicked the door down and stole me for himself.
He's everything I've been taught to fear.

Violent. Vicious. Crude. Commanding.
Tall and tattooed, with a body like a statue and a booming, raspy voice like the devil himself.
He tells me I'm going to serve him and I'm going to like it.
And as much as my inner voice is pleading with me to cut my bonds and run away as fast as my feet can carry me…
I just can't do it.

Because Chopper is the father of the baby in my womb.