AN OUTLAW'S OBSESSION RUNS FURIOUS, DEEP, AND FOREVER... CHRISTA Hell always screams into my life on two wheels – so why the hell does he look like heaven? Rabid's nothing like the other vicious thugs in the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. When I see the dark ink dancing on his stunning body, I almost believe he's here to save me, instead of just seduce me. But I won't be fooled again. All the club brings is ruin, and they're back to give me more. Sure, Rabid saved me once. Doesn't mean I'll get closer and dig my grave deeper, no matter how nice his rough hands would feel locked around my waist. Angels never kiss like devils, right? RABID I can't get her outta my skull. My brothers say she's like broken glass, but they don't know she's already lodged in my heart. She's tense, suspicious, and totally scared. I'm gonna find out why. Secrets don't mean a damned thing if she's in danger. Christa's mine. I don't care if my patch makes her flip, or even if she keeps breathing fire my way every second we're together. I'm the best thing that ever walked into her life, and I'm not walking out. I'll bleed rivers to get my brand on this woman. She's gonna wear it and get used to calling me her old man. I'll have my lips all over this redhead knockout if it's the last thing I do...