Devils Ride

Fresh starts are a lie. I should know-I've tried.

After my parents died in a car crash, I spent years drowning in my own head, stuck in a cycle of bad decisions and worse hair colors. Moving to Charming, California, was supposed to be a change of scenery, not some life-altering revelation. My best friend Ravi promised cheap rent, good booze, and zero expectations. That was enough for me.

What I didn't expect was Jax Teller.

My next-door neighbor. The kind of man who looks like trouble and probably is. Blond, tattooed, rides a Harley like it's an extension of himself. Exactly the type of guy I should avoid. But Jax? He doesn't seem to get the memo.

He finds my awkwardness amusing, my cynicism a challenge. And despite my best efforts to keep my walls up, he keeps sneaking past them-with late-night conversations, lingering looks, and that damn smirk that makes my brain short-circuit.

I don't do romance. I don't do danger. And I sure as hell don't do bikers.

But in Charming, things don't go according to plan. And maybe, just maybe, I don't want them to.