Whiskey on the Rocks by Jessa Aarons

Kiana:
I’m not certain, but I’m pretty sure my sister’s missing. So, I go to the last place I know she was – the Rebel Vipers MC clubhouse.
I’ve been on my own the last few years and having to ask for help isn’t something I like to do. Right now I don’t have any other choice. I can’t find my sister and these brutes might be able to help me, so I’ll take any assistance I can get.
His offer of help was great until he starts to order me around like I’m one of his people. But for some reason, his dominance doesn’t turn me off . . . it turns me on.

Whiskey:
The second she appeared at the clubhouse gate, I was thrown for a loop. I’m the Prez of my club and I don’t take shit from anybody, not even a fiery, pissed off woman who’s got one hell of an ass.
Then she tells me why she’s here, prompting me to figure out what the f**k’s going on in my town. It’s bad enough her sister’s missing, but there’s other shit in play here. I try to stay optimistic at first, but I soon realize we’re up against something we’ve never faced before.
If that wasn’t bad enough, what the hell am I supposed to do when the duchess I’ve come to care for won’t accept my claim?