A broken-down car. A merciless desert. And the awakening of a desire I can’t outrun.
I’ve spent my whole life doing exactly what I was supposed to. I climbed the ladder, wore the suit, and followed the rules. But lately, I’m suffocating in a routine I hate, wondering: Is this really all there is?
In the middle of the New Mexico desert, my car finally gives up the ghost. To make matters worse, a biker gang rolls up on the horizon. Just my luck.
Then there’s Cillian and his Harley.
He’s everything I was taught to fear: tattooed, rugged, and wearing a leather vest that reeks of gasoline and sin.
He offers me a hand, but what he’s really doing is waking me up. He looks at me like he knows my suit is just a costume, and when he touches me, I realize my body craves things I never dared to imagine.
I never thought I was into men—until we had to fight back-to-back just to survive the night. Now, his strength is the only thing I want to feel, and his touch is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
Will I crawl back to my cage in the city, or will I let a nomad biker show me what it means to be truly free?
Gasoline, bikes, blood, and unbridled passion. A gritty, “straight-to-gay” first-time MM romance featuring forced proximity and a wild ride through the desert.
