Touched By The Devil

It takes a lot to rile me up. From the moment I meet the young widow, she gets under my skin. I want to kiss her. But only to shut her up.

My name is Maccabe Donahue, but everyone calls me Mac. Just out of the Navy and current Devil’s Rider , the inner circle of the Sons of Satan motorcycle club, I’m known for keeping a cool head. But all that changes when I take the job of managing the build of a new development outside of town.

A development that is right next door to a tiny cottage, formerly in the middle of nowhere. That’s where Suzanna comes in.

The woman is going to drive me insane.

She’s the best-looking woman I’ve ever seen. Long legs and long, dark hair, with big green eyes and a curvaceous figure that defies gravity. She’s all fire and vinegar wrapped up in a package that makes my hands itch to touch her.

When those sparks combust, it sets off a chain reaction neither of us saw coming.