Diego Champagne, Sergeant in Arms for the Louisiana Banni motorcycle gang, has grown up tough—half French, half Creole, and all male. Diego loves men but keeps his sex life on the down-low...until he meets Colby Young.
Colby carries his own baggage. He has his own reasons for not believing in love—reasons he doesn't share—and he sure as the devil doesn't like it when he's forced to accept help from anyone.
When Diego intervenes in a bar brawl during a motorbike rally and saves Colby and his best friend, Spider McGraw, leader of the rival gang Death Proof, it begins to look as if Colby and Diego are going to be joined at the hip. Somebody puts a hit out on Colby, and Spider's up to his neck in mayhem. When the Banni offer their protection to advance their own game, Colby begins to wonder: is love like artificial moonlight, seductive yet false? Or is it powerful and true, something for which he might risk everything...maybe even his life?
CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a re-edited re-release title.
I picked up my vest and carried it outside, along with my bag. I’d taken two steps when I heard, “Well, hello, handsome. I guess it must be fate.”
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw him standing there. “The car guy? Shit. You gotta be kidding me!”
He laughed and came closer. Now that I had a good look at him, oh baby, did I like what I saw. His hair was thick and dark brown, and he had blue eyes—beautiful blue eyes—and a generous mouth. He was about six feet tall, nice and slim, with some intriguing tone. He was wearing a red muscle shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Those shorts were tight in all the right places.
“Is that what you call me?” He chuckled. “How cute. The car guy. Name’s Colby, actually, but you can just call me ‘baby.’”
I shook my head. “Do you know who I am?”
His gaze moved to the vest in my hand. “From the looks of it, you’re some big shot with the Banni.”
“You could get killed talking to me like that.”
“I could die looking into your eyes; that’s for sure.”
“Well…” I cleared my throat, looking around. “That could be arranged.”
“The dying or the looking into your eyes part?”
“Both,” I told him.
“Woohoo, a macho man, threatening to kill me now. I would wager,” he moved closer and placed a hand on my chest.” You’d have a hell of a lot more fun fucking me than killing me…”