Kings of Carnage MC—Prospects
Brothers before all others. No exception. That's the Kings of Carnage MC creed. Too bad my Sergeant at Arms forgot all about the brotherhood when he stuck it to my old lady.
Now, I'm nomad.
No matter how many miles I put between me and Tennessee, there's still not enough blacktop beneath my tires to outrun my nightmares. After Afghanistan, I gave everything I had to the brotherhood. I made my peace with the scars, with the night terrors, and the likelihood of spending the rest of my life married to the road.
Until my bike breaks down in Uprising, Georgia, and it isn't the local Kings charter who come to my rescue, it's a feisty, lavender-haired minx with a loud mouth, greasy hands, and a penchant for pushing all my buttons.
Jupiter Jones isn't like other women. The only thing hotter than watching her work under the hood of her '64 Ford Mustang is the idea of her tight little body working under mine. But she's got a laundry list of problems that have somehow become my own.
I should walk away, get on my Harley and leave Uprising in the dust, but I can't. Someone has to save Jupiter from herself—only, this mouthy little upstart thinks I'm the one who needs saving.