Club Princess: Royal Bastards MC Durango, CO

Lola—
I hate keeping secrets from my father, but I know he’ll be furious if he finds out where I’m going. That’s a risk I’m willing to take because I know what I’m doing is right.
I expected my father to send someone to find me. He always does.
But this guy?
I’ve never lain eyes on him before; trust me, I’d remember this man.
He’s damn fine; unfortunately he won’t let me seduce him into keeping my secret.

Memphis—
Trouble in a tank top, that’s what this beauty is.
She thinks she can sweet-talk me into getting involved in her deception.
I may want to get wrapped up in her arms, but getting wrapped up in her scheme is a whole other ball game.
Guess again, sweet cheeks.
I don’t care how fine your strut is; it won’t work on me.
I’m immune where the hot-as-hell Club Princess is involved.
My loyalty belongs to my club first, but I’m a nomad for a reason, and letting Lola get her hooks in me is not in my plan.