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Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.

Candy didn’t build a life for herself by being stupid, regardless what people might think of her being a stripper. And no matter what her body wants, what her heart wants, she knows that falling for a fighter is as stupid as it gets.

A Disciple will fight like a savage, but that isn’t always the way.

If Hook’s life has taught him one thing: to fight for what he wants. He’s fought in the right, to earn his patch, to protect his family. And he would fight for Candy, if she’d just give him a chance to show her that what’s between them could be everything.

When the attraction is at full throttle, this biker knows there’s no giving up.

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I was ignoring him. One hundred percent, I was not paying Hook any mind. Even if I was at a party in his honor. That was just a coincidence. I came to a lot of Disciples parties if I wasn’t working. The fact that he was the center of it all meant nothing. And even as I thought all of that, my subconscious called me a filthy liar. The truth was that I’d had an eye on him since I’d gotten there. I’d known where he was in the yard every minute. It didn’t matter that it was ridiculous to be so tuned in to his presence, my stupid self did it anyway. At the end of the day, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I’d wanted him on sight. And what was worse was we both knew it. That day months ago when I’d finished rehearsing a new number at the club and looked up to see him standing around watching, I’d been interested. He was hot. Dark hair, tan skin I still couldn’t quite place the origin of, muscles that made me want to run my hands all over him. Best yet, I knew from the mostly blank black leather vest that he was a prospect for the Savage Disciples. Before that day, if you’d asked me to describe what I wanted in a man, I’d have told you one thing: he’d wear that patch. In twenty-four years on this Earth, the whole list of men I knew to be truly good people all had one thing in common: they were Disciples. Sure, the lot of them were intimidating as all get out, and they definitely had more than a few—possibly literal—skeletons in their closets, but not one of them had shown himself to be an asshole yet. Not to me, and not to any of the women who also stripped at Candy Shop. Every one of them would sing the club’s praises. Especially any of the others that, like me, had the misfortune of working at any other club before. So I’d set my eyes on an old lady patch. Some would call me shallow or vapid or a patch chaser. I called it being smart.

Except the one Disciple I settled on wasn’t a smart choice at all. Because life was a fucking joke that way sometimes, and I seemed to end up the punchline more often that I liked. I took a long drink, trying to keep myself from looking his way again. All the while, I acknowledged to myself that I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have spent an hour deciding what to wear and how to do my makeup. I shouldn’t have worn my best jeans. I should have been smart and stayed at home, far away from Hook.


Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and sexy romance novels.When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found analyzing every line of a book, binge watching shows on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing in a variety of musical styles, or screaming at the TV during Chicago Blackhawks games.A graduate of Loyola University Chicago, she still lives outside Chicago, IL, where she was born and raised, with her boyfriend and her fur babies Lola and Duncan.Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads