Myrtle's life had been filled with pain and anguish. Forced to take things into her own hands, she disappeared into the Kentucky mountainside, shrouded in darkness with only the little she could squeeze inside a bag. Days, and hundreds of miles later, in a different kind of tough spot, Myrt finds herself rescued by a woman who seems too good to be true. Ignoring Myrt’s bruising and desperation, Vanna offered both a place to stay and a hand up. Slowly settling into her new, charmed life, Myrt’s world is rocked when a van rolls to a stop in the front drive, and out steps a stranger. Dark and rough on the outside, he still makes Myrt feel safer than she’s been in years. Could she offer her trust to such a man? Her heart? Bane was slowly settling into his role in the Freed Riders MC based out of Northeast Texas. His brothers have his back, and with his evolving responsibilities all intended to foster good relations with other clubs, life is never boring. Witness his most recent assignment. The wife and kids of an officer in a friendly club needed roadside assistance, and Bane had been hand-selected for the rescue. Easy breezy, Bane headed across state lines, scooped the family off the side of the road, and—as ordered—stuck with them through the rest of their trip. The destination was no hardship, either, even if Baker, Florida, was a tiny dead-ass town along a no man’s land section of the Gulf Coast. Good times. Bane had anticipated a few no-stress days filled with sleep and relaxation, but expectations been blown sideways the instant his gaze met a pair of unfamiliar ones through the glass of a window. Myrt. Once he’d seen and spoken to her, met her, held her in his arms, Bane found himself filled with an overriding need to protect her. Myrt, a woman under the protection of that same friendly club that was the reason he was in the area in the first place. Well, this is gonna be fun.