[Nomad Devils Motorcycle Club 02] • Rebels

Sometimes, freedom has quite a different meaning.

Now that she's out the clutches of the Nomad Devils, Melissa Fuller should be doing everything she can to get back on track as an ATF agent. But instead, she finds herself thinking about one person and one person only: Asher

He's like nothing she's ever had.

By all means, she's supposed to despise someone like him--even hate him. But somehow, she can't lead herself to do that. Not when a single smile from him leaves her heart beating just a little faster and her face just a little warmer.

Forced to work together whether they want to or not.

When a promising lead goes cold, Melissa knows that there's still another source--a better source--that she can turn to. But out in the lawless desert of Las Vegas, she'll be on Asher's turf and must play by his rules. And when she dances too closely with the devil, it won't take much for her to find herself in the devil's bed...

**EXCERPT**

“I think it’s sexy when you stumble for what to say,” he snickered a little.

“What do you want from me?”

“I already told you,” he took a breath. “The question is, Agent Fuller, what do you want from me?”

Her mind wandered to the case. The kid that was shot. The gangs with their new assault rifles. The fact that a Mexican cartel leader was in town. Her kidnapping. His words about her. Logan’s potential involvement in several if not all of those things. The fact that she felt like she might have been set up. Everything that had been on her mind over the past week came flooding back in an instant.

She knew what she wanted from him. Help. She wanted him to give her the information she needed and help her solve this case. Get justice for that little boy. But when she opened her mouth, none of that came out.

“I want you to kiss me.” She breathed.