She’s got a soft spot for strays, he has no plans to heel. Together they’re in for a rough ride.
Moose
I don’t do cute.
Not kittens. Not women who talk to animals like they understand English, and definitely not the sunshine-and-rescue-mission type who just moved in next door to Rust Valley Garage.
But Hannah?
She’s got this fire—this stubborn, do-gooder heart that makes me want to shield her from the world… even if her damn cats keep sneaking into my shop and knocking things off my work bench.
Then the real trouble rolls in.
Some sick bastards running a dogfighting ring get their operation shut down,...
She’s got a soft spot for strays, he has no plans to heel. Together they’re in for a rough ride.
Moose
I don’t do cute.
Not kittens. Not women who talk to animals like they understand English, and definitely not the sunshine-and-rescue-mission type who just moved in next door to Rust Valley Garage.
But Hannah?
She’s got this fire—this stubborn, do-gooder heart that makes me want to shield her from the world… even if her damn cats keep sneaking into my shop and knocking things off my work bench.
Then the real trouble rolls in.
Some sick bastards running a dogfighting ring get their operation shut down, and guess where the dogs end up? At Hannah’s rescue. And when those men come looking to take them back, they don’t expect to meet the Savage Kings. Or me.
They’re about to learn we protect what’s ours. And somewhere along the way, Hannah became mine.
Hannah
My dream was simple: save animals and stay out of trouble. But trouble finds me anyway.
Leave it to me to build the Snuggle Squad Rescue center right next to a biker gang’s garage. Not to mention annoy the gruff, inked mechanic who acts like my cats insult his manhood.
When I take in a group of rescue dogs I don’t expect the criminals who hurt them to come knocking.
Now the only thing standing between me and danger is Moose and the Savage Kings. The man may not exactly be house trained, but he shows up when it matters. He defends the voiceless. And when danger closes in, he’s the one standing between me and the people who want to destroy everything I’ve built.
The thing is, I don’t just need Moose’s protection.
I want him.
And maybe, behind all that muscle and attitude, he wanted me too.
Will this protective biker win the heart of a woman fighting for her four legged friends? Find out in this short, motorcycle club, found family, instalust, grumpy-sunshine, opposites attract novella. This story has no cheating and a happily ever after. Dual point of view in first person.
