Cyclone by Marteeka Karland

Cyclone — I might be a whirlwind when I get angry or hyper-focused on something, but I’m usually the laid-back brother. I’m calm, cool, and collected under fire. Until I’m not. My passions burn hot but cool quickly, and any woman in my bed knows that. Which is why I make a point to only take women who know the score. I’m up for a good time, but that’s it. My club comes first. I don’t have time for, nor do I want, a permanent woman. Then a party happens and I make a huge mistake. When I finally come to my senses, I realize this is one mistake that could cost me my position as vice president of Bones MC. And my life.

Willa — To say my daddy is a shade over-protective is the understatement of the century. I try to be a good girl — and really, I’m sure the car in the tree was not my fault — but trouble seems to find me and hold me hostage. Sneaking into a Bones MC party, though? That was all me. I was lonely. And bored. I called it an early Christmas present to myself. Unfortunately, when I was downing Long Island Ice Teas, I didn’t take into account that I’d never drunk alcohol before. Next thing I know I wake up in bed with one of the men from the club. I have no idea what we did or if I enjoyed myself, but I’m pleasantly sore, and there are condom wrappers all over the place. Then my gaze collides with the man who’s draped half over me. Yeah. This isn’t going to end well.