Basher
32, rough, ex-con, member of the Death Cruisers Motorcycle Club
Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve got a bit of a temper. It’s not that I’m an angry guy—I just can’t stand bullies or loudmouths who think they’re tougher than everyone else. You want tough? I’ll show you tough.
After getting out of prison, my boss shipped me off to New Mexico to help out the Shadow Viper crew. That’s where I met him. A smiling ball of sunshine with incredible blue eyes and a vulnerable side that awakened every protective instinct I possess.
Some people might call my protectiveness a little excessive. Others might call it borderline stalking. But is it really stalking when the person you’re protecting doesn’t even know you’re there?
Unfortunately, old enemies never forget. And obsession can be far deadlier than hate.
Cameron
25, sweet, cheery bartender, who has a weakness for bad boys with lots of tattoos.
From the moment Basher walked into my life, my heart and hormones decided I was doomed. I’ll be the first to admit, I have a weakness for bad boys covered in tattoos and poor life choices.
Basher might be big, intimidating, and firmly believe that communication consists of two grunts and a growl, but there’s something behind those sad gray eyes that makes me want to know the man beneath the scars.
He may be an ex-con and a biker, but I know there’s more to him than meets the eye.
Now, if only I could convince the stubborn giant that he deserves to be loved.
Genre: Gay Romance
32, rough, ex-con, member of the Death Cruisers Motorcycle Club
Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve got a bit of a temper. It’s not that I’m an angry guy—I just can’t stand bullies or loudmouths who think they’re tougher than everyone else. You want tough? I’ll show you tough.
After getting out of prison, my boss shipped me off to New Mexico to help out the Shadow Viper crew. That’s where I met him. A smiling ball of sunshine with incredible blue eyes and a vulnerable side that awakened every protective instinct I possess.
Some people might call my protectiveness a little excessive. Others might call it borderline stalking. But is it really stalking when the person you’re protecting doesn’t even know you’re there?
Unfortunately, old enemies never forget. And obsession can be far deadlier than hate.
Cameron
25, sweet, cheery bartender, who has a weakness for bad boys with lots of tattoos.
From the moment Basher walked into my life, my heart and hormones decided I was doomed. I’ll be the first to admit, I have a weakness for bad boys covered in tattoos and poor life choices.
Basher might be big, intimidating, and firmly believe that communication consists of two grunts and a growl, but there’s something behind those sad gray eyes that makes me want to know the man beneath the scars.
He may be an ex-con and a biker, but I know there’s more to him than meets the eye.
Now, if only I could convince the stubborn giant that he deserves to be loved.
Genre: Gay Romance