She'd better be mine #MFRWhooks

​Cowgirl meets biker ... what could go wrong?

When a biker shoots her sister's prize steer, champion roper Melanie goes after him. Unfortunately, she doesn't think it through, and that hot temper puts her squarely in Hammer's sights. Melanie's ire only increases when Hammer defuses the dangerous situation by claiming her as his property. If the former Marine and now sergeant-at-arms of the Black Ice Revolution MC thinks she's his for the taking, he's sadly mistaken. She wants nothing to do with him, but he's not about to let this sexy, feisty woman go. 

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"I LOVE this story arc for all its twists and turns. As always, the characters are well-drawn, compelling, and either very likable or they evoke dislike or even hate (e.g., Lowball and his gang of Satan’s Dogs).
 
Romance lovers will go crazy over this one!" Review by ​Cindy L. Draughon 

Excerpt (ARC - Currently in Editing) ​

​The biker returned that evening, accompanied by half a dozen of his brothers. The rumble of their vehicles caught the attention of animals and humans alike. Melanie’s father ventured outside, shotgun leveled and ready. Melanie and Julie peeked at their unwanted visitors from the barn where they were finishing up evening chores. Melanie’s eyes flickered over the bloodstained spot where Buster had been killed. Not one to tolerate waste, Daddy had hauled the carcass to the local butcher for processing. 

“What do you want?” the old man shouted.

The big, handsome biker who’d escorted Melanie from the rally dismounted his steel steed and approached, hands raised, palms open.

“I just want to talk to you and the girl.” He paused, then said her name, “Melanie.”

The muzzle of the shotgun swept across the line of bikers.

“And them? What’re they here for?”

“Protection.”

“We don’t need your help.”

Stubborn old man. Hammer sighed and explained again, “Look, mister, Satan’s Dogs is a big club, bigger than Black Ice Revolution, and not known for their easygoing, forgiving nature. Your daughter humiliated one of their own. It doesn’t matter to them or their allies that Lowball was in the wrong: he was shown up by a girl. They’ve lost respect and they’ll do what they think necessary to get it back. You’re risking yourself and both girls if you don’t accept our protection.”

The old man’s eyes narrowed with angry suspicion. “You folks only protect what’s yours.”

Hammer squared his shoulders. “I claimed Melanie in front of the entire rally to make sure she got out of there safely. I put my reputation on the line, so she’d better be mine.”

“No!” Melanie screeched. Dropping an empty bucket, she marched toward them. “No! I don’t belong to anyone!”