Jingo Monroe was at a crossroads. A short stint in County for punching out a jackass that was beating his ol lady had shown him he was not cut out for jail. The only time he was truly at peace was when he was on stage with the band. It was great. When he sang hearts melted. Life was good until she walked into the MC’s bar. Every alarm went off at once. The mysterious blonde was everything he didn’t want in his life. In that designer silk dress and Italian leather heels, she was definitely not the type of woman he was usually attracted to. But all he could think about was how he would she would feel in his arms. Too bad she was dead set against bikers. He would love to show her everyone that who wore a patch was not the same. The question was, was he ready to risk his way of life?