K.L. Ramsey

Charley Montgomery knew that putting her hope in her father's "prize fighter" wasn't her best option, but it was her only one. Her father managed up-and-coming boxers and when JB Walker started losing fights, trouble landed on their doorstep.

Hawk was supposed to be dead, and if that was what everyone from his old team believed, that was fine by him. It was safer for all of them if they didn't find out that he was alive, but he couldn't stay away from her, especially at this time of year.

Having your old Army buddy call you and open with, "Hey—remember that favor you owe me for saving your ass? Well, I need to collect," wasn't a promising start to a conversation. When Ratchet's friend, Mason, called to say he needed his help, he was all in.

Marcos Diego was held against his will for over a year, and the only thing that kept him going were daily visits to his cell by Sister Valentina. She had come by the Camillo compound every day, offering him conversation, prayer, and even her shy smile when he told her a dirty joke.

I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and being stuck with a name like Whiskey was never easy, but none of that ever mattered much to me. Not until I met her. The kids used to call me white trash—WT for short, but I turned that nasty nickname into my f--king mantra after I joined the Air Force.

As president of my MC, I've always had to hide a part of who I am. I was fine with that until he walked into my life. Now, I can't shove that half of myself into the dark anymore. My club won't understand and the woman I want definitely won't get it, but what choice do I have?