THE PLAYER HAS MET HIS MATCH... Sam... I admit it. I'm a player. I adore women and they love me. I've never met a woman that I couldn't wrap around my body with only a smile and a sexy wink. Until Lila blew into town. For the first time in my life, my tricks aren't working. I want her and she thinks I'm nothing more than a two-bit thug. It's time for the player to up his game. Lila... I can sketch Sam Mason with my eyes closed. Every line of his tattoos, every muscle in his arms. Even the crinkle around the corners of his blue eyes with every easy smile. I know him well...every detail. He's been my mark for weeks. Nobody said going undercover as an agent for the Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives special units division was going to be easy. Working my way into the Steel Infidels Motorcycle Club's inner circle will take time. Then again I'm a patient and determined woman. Sam Mason may be the sexiest man alive but he's still going down. This time the player has met his match.