𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. Being the princess of the Devils MC is easy. You drink, curse, screw around, and pretend that the bravado your brothers carry rest on your shoulders too. Life is great… Except I still felt like something was missing. I craved something. I needed someone to put me in my place. Tame me. Alleviate this ache and show me what my bratty mouth gets me. I just didn’t expect for it to be my father’s best friend. Ryker Evans saved my life twice—once from a terrible marriage, and another by showing me how a loving and welcomed brotherhood could heal you. In return, I babysat his club from time to time, ensuring everyone was safe. That was, until his daughter walked through the doors, commanding my attention. Her long hair, dark tattoos, studded boots, and smart mouth always made my knees weak, even if she was off limits. Off limits, until my control finally snapped, and I offered her one night of taming. Even though I knew I was never letting her go.