Falling for the Biker

He’s no hero, but he’s the only man who can save her.

Ruby:
The notes in my mailbox. The footsteps I hear outside. The feeling of eyes on me, even in the dark.
No matter how cautious I try to be, it’s never enough. My stalker is getting bolder—trying doors, leaving signs he’s close. The cops can’t help me. All they can do is point me toward someone who can.
Crossroads Ink. And the man who runs it.
Diesel.
He’s older, gruff, the kind of man who looks like he doesn’t want anything to do with me. But desperation makes me brave, and somehow, I convince him. What I don’t expect is for feelings to form when every minute is now spent with the man who promises to keep me safe.

Diesel:
I’ve got blood on my hands and enough sins inked into my skin to know I’ll never be a good man. I don’t play hero. I don’t save people. I protect what’s mine, and that’s it.
Then Ruby shows up. Sweet. Fragile. Eyes too big for her face and a body that trembles when I growl at her. She couldn’t hurt a fly, and yet she’s caught the attention of some sick stalker who won’t leave her alone.
I should’ve sent her away. Should’ve told her to run. Instead, I let her stay. Because the second I looked into those wide, pleading eyes, I knew one thing—Ruby was mine.
Her stalker wants to scare her. Break her. Claim her.
The only man who’ll ever touch her is me, and I don’t just plan on protecting her—I plan on showing the world that she’s mine. Every piece of her innocence. All of it.
Ruby doesn’t realize that I’m no better than the man she’s running from.
Men like me don’t get happily ever afters, but I’ll see to it that we both get what we want out of this.