Creed, President of the Royal Bastards MC in Jacksonville, Florida, is ruthless in his desire to rule his club and his men. And damn, if he isn’t good at it. Until the day Vivian stumbles into his arms and blows his life to hell. On holiday and out of her depth, she doesn’t have the sense to run when danger comes calling. Vivian unwittingly gets involved with a drug ring. She’s a lamb in a pool of sharks, believing in those who are only using her to their own ends. Why did she ever come to Jacksonville? Vivian is in way over her head. All she did was help a woman get her bags off the carousel at the airport. Vivian thought she was helping an old lady, and even though she wanted a shower and sleep, it seemed like the right thing to do. It wasn’t her fault the bags got mixed up. Now, she’s at the Royal Bastards MC clubhouse, sitting opposite the brooding Creed. His eyes don’t leave hers and she can’t tell if he’s angry, aroused, or simply amused by her. One thing’s for sure, Creed lives by his own rules and beliefs. He rules the Royal Bastards with an iron fist. Will Creed believe Vivian or let the sharks have her?