When I ran out in front of his speeding motorcycle, I was desperate. I had no idea who he was. I needed help, and he was my only prayer. Cash Flannigan was handsome. He was intense. He was irresistible. And, he was a member of Devil's Disciples MC. He was exactly what I needed to get out of a jam at that instant, but not at all what I needed in my life. But, as a "thank you" for him saving me on that dreadful night, I agreed to go on a date. After all, I was divorced, sexually deprived, and reaching an age where it seemed no one wanted me. Having a young biker look at me with lustful eyes was a nice change. A change that made me tingle in all the right places. One date wouldn't hurt. Just one . . .

Contains mature themes.