He turned me around so that I could look at his icy blue eyes and the sensual curve of his lips in the moonlight. I would have been ashamed of my physical reaction to him—but he was a marble god there under the stars. Razor: the god of death.
I joined the police force because I wanted to feel powerful, but my corrupt boss arranged to have me kidnapped by the Hellion Motorcycle Club. That's when I learned what power truly is.

But the Hellions aren't what I thought.

And the only man I want to have power over me is Razor, a white, bad boy biker with a leather jacket and bulge in his pants that I can't help but want. I knew from the moment he grabbed me that I should have been fighting for my freedom, but all I want is to let Razor give me the ride of my life!

This short, sexy motorcycle club story is about a beautiful black woman a white man who would give up anything to protect her.