One disastrous day. One dangerous man. One night that changes everything.
24 hours to Live... Love... Steal.
Isobel is living proof that some days you just shouldn't get out of bed. First, she's in court for a traffic violation tied to her stolen license plates?a problem she doesn't even know she has yet. Second, her boss is breathing down her neck about a project she did turn in. And to top it all off, she's practically wrestling her laptop from courthouse security when she collides with Sketch. He's a tattooed bad boy and a walking red flag, yet there's something about him that excites her. Especially when an elevator snafu traps them together, revealing a side of him that's unexpectedly steady, strong, and reassuring.
Sketch is barely holding it together. His son's future hangs in the balance, and his ex's absence in court means another agonizing delay. One he can't afford as a patched member of the Destroyers MC. He's pushed his illicit duties onto a prospect, and that is a dangerous gamble. He doesn't need complications or distractions, but when he meets Isobel, a fierce desire ignites. When she discovers her car has been vandalized in the court parking lot, he offers to fix it, leading them straight to his place and into his bed.
But their explosive afternoon is shattered when the theft of Isobel's car reveals that their paths aren't just entwined?they're dangerously tangled with the criminal underworld Sketch thrives in. Now, the good girl who always played by the rules breaks them all for the biker she can't resist. But escaping a court summons was easy compared to outrunning the deadly consequences of falling for a man who lives on the edge.
Autorentext
Calia Wilde believes the hero isn't always the good guy. She believes some heroes and heroines cannot play by the rules to get their happily ever after.
She is a writer of misfits, anti-heroes, villains, underdogs, fringe elements, and other tropes that will likely get her barred from polite society.
As a feral Gen-Xer, she spent numerous hours roaming the woods in search of elves, fairies, dragons, or anything that would take her away from the dreaded curse of doing dishes. She once fell off a wardrobe, but instead of landing in Narnia, a very emphatic order of "Don't tell Mom," was decreed. In case you are wondering, yes, she did land on her head.
One time in Sturgis, she was offered twenty bucks to climb a ladder. She declined as there was some fine print regarding the quest that went beyond conquering a fear of heights. But it was there... in that magical realm of bikers, booze, and foul language, that she came into the possession of her very first item of armor... aka, black clothing. The forbidden was in her grasp and became an life-long obsession to avoid anything pastel.
As she searched for a career that would indulge this penchant for wearing black, she stumbled upon the world of special effects and excitedly pursued the art of sleeping in strange hotels, working ungodly hours, and handling anything