Carrie Dalton needed this job. She needed this job bad. But even she couldn't kid herself: she stuck out like a sore thumb in this biker bar, full of men who had more warrants than kind words. Right as she thought she was getting the hang of things, she went tail over teakettle with a full tray of beers. Thankfully she was caught by the best looking six and a half foot mistake she'd ever seen. Nothing wrong with a little fun, right? Not like it could last. And those golden eyes…
Brian Cross didn't come to the bar tonight for distractions. He just wanted to handle some Iron Fur Clan business and maybe drink away a little sorrow. Then the new waitress almost killed herself on her first night on the job. Brian always had a soft spot for the underdog, and for her to come into this den of bears showed some backbone. It didn't hurt that his eyes were constantly drawn to her thick hips and ample curves.
Before they can get to really know each other, a rival motorcycle club threatens their relationship and their very lives.
