'I'm no one's idea of a savior, Jailbait.'



Creed Hayes wasn't looking for redemption or a happily ever after, and he sure as hell wasn't looking to save a girl that tempted him beyond all reason.



Sloan Spencer was trouble with a capital T. Too young, too innocent, and too damn beautiful. She was also alone and damn near defenseless except for the kitten claws she somehow thought would save her.



Taking her home to the club is a cluster waiting to happen, I know it, and she knows it, but I can't stop myself.



Our fates were sealed the second I saw the bruises covering her body. She's mine now and God help anyone who tries to take her from me.



Contains mature themes.