Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

I was sent to South Dakota with a tattoo artist, biker named Tango in order to keep me safe from whatever mess my brother had gotten himself into this time.
Tango was a stupid name for a tough biker who was supposed to be able to protect me. How was a man named after a dance supposed to do anything to keep me safe?
Stupid name. Sexy biker though.
Lucky for me, I had been dead wrong about pretty much everything.
Wrong about his name.
Wrong about his ability to take care of me.
I wasn't wrong about how sexy he was though. My perpetually soaked panties were all the evidence anyone needed that Tango could dance all over my body any time, anywhere if only I was all that he wanted.
Unfortunately for me he seemed to be in a weird relationship with his buddies Whiskey, Fox, and their girl Amy. No way was I signing on to be the lettuce in that screwed up sexual sandwich.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
I might need protection from an entire MC, but I did not need to share my man. Ever.
Then again...
I'd been wrong about everything else so far.
Maybe I was wrong about this too.

*This is a stand-alone novel, and does not have to be read in order with any other Aces High book.


Genre: Romantic Suspense