Hard Steel by Penelope Wylde

The Fallen Angels are my family. Our club, my home.
I operate with a steel fist. I guess that’s how I earned my name.
We’re some of the roughest bikers around and none of us take shit from anyone. Even the law fears us.
I have enough going down, but now I’m dealing with a new crew of club candy. Ladies who think the biker life is the road they want to travel.
Someone should tell their mommas men like us are not picket fence material.
When they see me walking by they all scatter.
All but one.
My Allie looks me in the eye and taunts me with her lush lips and sweet, tempting curves. I’ve never been one to think about a forever, but this one…
I might be tempted enough to see what all the hell raising is about. It’s only a matter of time before I give in and when I do claim her, there won’t be anything between me and that sweet, slick heat.