Sofia

Sometimes, beauty covers a whole lot of ugly. That was one of the many valuable lessons I learned the summer I lived in Creswell Springs with the Angel's Halo MC.

They taught me about responsibility and respect—not just for others, but, more importantly, for myself.

I liked to think I came home a better person. Someone who wasn't just pretty on the outside anymore.

And then I met Zak. Golden eyes. Chiseled jaw. That deep, gravelly voice mixed with a slight Russian accent that did something to me no man ever had before.

The way he looked at me, I didn't just feel beautiful—I felt powerful. Before I knew it, I'd fallen for him. My heart was in his hands.

But did he want to cherish it . . . or crush it?

Contains mature themes.