Lunchtime Chronicles: Carolina Reaper

Zyana: One phone call flipped my life so far out of order, I ended up in the hands of a dangerous motorcycle club gunman that went by the name, 'Snake Eyes.' The man dripped sex appeal, breathed danger, and lived outside the law, and I'd be damned if I didn't want his fire to defrost my hidden desires. Israel: When my longtime friend asked me to protect the sister I never knew he had, I volunteered with no questions asked. I assumed the job would be easy, but you know what they say about assuming. Danger was a patch I wore on my cut with pride, but nothing within my lethal arsenal could help me extinguish the fire Zyana ignited in my soul. Warning: This novella is an interracial romance that contains strong violence, explicit sexual content, and is intended for adults.