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"Sheltered by my political upbringing, I was destined to live a quiet and uneventful life - until James Creed, Vice President of the Devil's Cartel, barreled into my bedroom one hot summer evening.
From that night on, I dreamt of leather, oil, and the biker covered in tattoos who rode a motorcycle so loud it hurt my ears. I craved to see the dark side of Exeter where the enigmatic men ran wild and free of the social and lawful expectations that ruled my life."
The fight against my ex-husband cost me everything – my job, my house, and the only family I had left. With him, I experienced the worst of life, so chasing the Devil’s Cartel’s President down a darkened highway in the middle of the night didn’t seem so scary.
On the surface, Damon Judge was cold, calculative, and cruel. But underneath his tough exterior, his leathers, and his ink, he was charming and passionate. He was a father who’d already faced my greatest fear...and lost.
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