Brian Hatcher has a lot of nerve, I thought I'd never see his face again. He left the police force to join the Iron Tornadoes, the very gang my brother was investigating. I hate him. I should hate him. I want to hate him. He has turned his back on everything he used to stand for. Yet I want him, even though he's turned into a stone cold biker.
My name is Brian Hatcher. I want the control of the motorcycle club my father runs, the murderer of my friend David six feet under, and, more than anything, David's sister Lisa. I want Lisa on the back of my bike, in my bed, and under the spell of my cold burn. I don't care that Lisa's unsure of the role the Iron Tornadoes played in David's death or that her long-held goal is to become a criminal prosecutor.
She bucks against me and moans. I bend to taste her tender skin...She sheds her clothes for other men and dances naked in the spot lights. She doesn’t belong to anyone. They call her the ice queen, but there is fire in her eyes. One taste won’t be enough. I need to claim her. My obsession could destroy me. If I fall for the Haitian beauty, my first mission might be my last.