How does this stuff keep happening to me? First, it was my cheating ex and the—uh—“accident” that had everyone in town calling me crazy. Now, I’ve moved to a completely different state, and what have I done? I dropped right into another problem. This time, though, it’s not a cheating ex; it’s the Russian Mob. To make matters worse, I now have to live with the son of my landlords, who are part of the Devil’s Soldiers MC. He's a smart-mouthed, arrogant jerk. I don’t care how hot he is, I’m not about to make his life easy. Except, the chemistry between us is out of this world, and now he’s the only one who seems to be able to save me from the mob that’s hot on my tail. King She is the most irritating woman I’ve ever met. How the hell have I gotten wrapped up in being her bodyguard/roommate? I mean, we can barely stand each other, she’s crazy, and now I have to be around her twenty-four-seven. I’m talking worse than my mother crazy. Do we have chemistry? Oh yeah, but I don’t have time for that brand of insanity. The Russian Mob is after her for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I need to keep her safe. So why am I constantly allowing myself to think about her in all the ways I shouldn’t?