It’s been six months since Trinity’s death and I still can’t believe she’s gone. She was the closest I ever came to having an old lady. Then those bastards took her from me, snuffed out her life while I was on a run. My brothers want the old me back, but that man’s lost in a haze of guilt and grief. I give in and agree to be set up on a blind date. I don’t expect much. I don’t even want to hear about her. It’s enough knowing Ainsley Valois is the best friend of the RC’s side piece. Once I get the damn date out of the way, they’ll get the hell off my back. What I don’t expect is to hit it off with her and end up in her bed. The morning after gives me the shock of my life when I see my Ainsley standing next to him—Roman Mac—in a photo with a frame that says ‘Best Big Brother’. I dress and hightail my ass out of there, vowing to forget Ainsley’s existence.

Roman is the best big brother a girl could ask for, but also the worst. He gives new meaning to overprotectiveness. He has been my guardian since I was ten. To protect me from his enemies, he even made me use our mother’s maiden name as my last name. Roman’s entire life revolves around his club and me. My first date took place at his clubhouse. Needless to say, I haven’t been asked out much since then. My best friend is sneaking around with the Road Captain of the Kansas City Chapter of the Royal Bastards MC.

When my brother goes away for a weekend, Nova convinces me to go on a blind date with RBMC’s SAA. What better way to thumb my nose at all Roman’s stupid rules? I never expected to hit it off with Reese and I especially didn’t expect to fall into bed with him. I fell asleep after amazing sex, thinking it was the start of a great secret romance. But Reese was gone and I knew he discovered my relation to Roman. Three months later while Roman is on a run, I’m facing a crisis—get rid of the baby I conceived during my one night with the biker or find Reese and confess I’m carrying his child.