By
Rhonda Lee Carver

Will he risk everything, even his life,
for trouble in stilettos?

As Savage Halo Royalty, Brick is a revered MC member, but because he isn’t “blood” some Royalty members don’t trust him, including Vice President King. Royalty has been breathing down Brick’s neck to marry an ol’ lady of their choice to prove his loyalty to the club.

For three years, Brick has been undercover. He’s spent every minute carefully planning his next move, watching his back, and building trust within the club to do one thing. Bring down criminal Max King. Brick’s so close he can almost taste it.

Then in walks trouble from the past.

Ireland Atlas is an ex-member and deserter of Savage Halo, which puts her on a “list” with Royalty. She’s looking for her sister who was last seen near the Broken Halo Club that Brick runs. When Ireland gets him caught up in a situation that puts her life in danger, and risks exposing him as an agent, he vows to save her. But first, she must do something for him.

They must marry.

They will have to fight to stay alive. But can they fight the feelings erupting between them?

NOTE:
Undercover Silvers are part of an undercover unit with the DEA. They focus on bringing down MC criminals. Each agent has a story to tell of tours of duty, war wounds, heartbreak, resilience, and most importantly, skill. And they’re all SILVER FOXES.

Ireland Atlas has to find her sister, the only way she can think of to find her is through Brick. The last she heard he’s now Savage Royalty which means if Meg is back with King he’d know or he could get her a conversation with King.

Brick does get her that conversation but it has some very interesting consequences.

This is a favorite scene.

Blinking rapidly, Ireland tried to focus on the ceiling that looked strange to her.

She wasn’t at home. Where was she?

Turning her head on the hard pillow, a dull ache ripped through her temples.

Ten seconds later she could finally lift herself up on her elbow and better survey her surroundings. She was back in the red room.

Pressing her fingers to her forehead, she tried to focus on her memories flooding back in frightening detail. King. The brunette at the dinner table. The red dress that belonged to Meg.

The same one she was still wearing.

Wine. A dizzy spell. King wanting retribution.

He’d slipped something in her wine. What had he given her?

A combination of anger, fear, and concern scurried through her, seizing her muscles in an invisible clamp. She had to get out of this room, and far away from King and his insanity.

Why wouldn’t her body move?

She heard a soft clicking sound across the room. The doorknob turned. Someone was coming in. The question became was it King, or one of his goons?

Forcing her legs to move, she fell off the side of the bed with a thud. She’d think of the pain later but right now she needed to get away. Crawling across the rug, she huddled in the corner, covering her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream.

Holding her breath, she saw a flash of black.

Then she saw Brick.

Was she seeing things? She blinked wildly, but he was still there.

“Brick?”

He didn’t say a word but came around to sit on the floor beside her. She fell into his comforting arms, holding back tears. She hoped she wasn’t dreaming because this felt too good to be true.

“It’s okay, Ireland. I’m here. You’re safe,” he said next to her ear, his fingers tangling in her hair.

His muted words sounded like they were being piped through speakers, or maybe it was because her blood thrummed through her veins sounding like a waterfall. Either way, she didn’t want him to ever let her go so when he pulled back, she moaned in regret. She met his concerned gaze. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“What the hell happened?”

“King. He drugged me. I can barely move. How-how did you get in here?” Her chest rose and fell as she placed her hand on his muscled thigh, leaning into him for strength.

“I can explain that later, but right now I’m afraid we don’t have much time for chit-chat.” His growl echoed through the room. “Can you walk?”

“I can try.” Her muscles clenched as she moved, forcing them to function. He helped her to her feet and her legs wobbled but she didn’t care if she had to suddenly grow wings she would get out of the room. Brick encircled her waist with his arm to help her.

“I think you’ll need the help.”

“How will we get out?” She eased against him, inhaling his leather scent.

“That’s an interesting story.”

“You’re worrying me. Can we get out?” Some of her fear returned.

He looked tormented by something. “You told King we were getting married,” he said in a whisper.

Oh shit! Would he be mad at her? “I couldn’t let that snake touch me. It was the only thing I could think of.”

“Yeah, I understand,” he pushed through thin lips. “We have a slight problem though.”

“Slight? I’d say being here is a big problem.”

“Agreed, but what I’m about to tell you will make things even worse. King doesn’t believe that we’re engaged. He thinks you lied to him.”

The drug was starting to wear off and her mind started to work with more precision. “Why does he care?”

“You know him well enough to not need to ask that question. He wants to save face possibly, or this is just another power trip, but whatever it is we need to agree to his terms.”

“Why should we agree to his terms? I bet he knows where my sister is. We should be the one making demands.” Her anger returned full force.

“Things work differently in the Halo, Ireland. The only way we’re safe is if we follow through.”

The gravity of the situation made her tremble. “Follow through? As in get married?”

He nodded.

She almost lost her balance. “You can’t be serious?”

“Ireland…” He stood, driving his fingers through his hair.

“Brick? We’re not his puppets.”

When she swayed, he caught her.

“Whoa. Let’s sit back down.” He led her to the bed.

“How can you be so calm?” She met his gaze.

“I came back to get you and that’s my mission. To get you out safe.”

“Call someone. Use your gun.”

“They took my weapon and my phone.”

“There has to be another way.” She slumped her shoulders, feeling sick.

“It’s not the end of the world. We can go through with this and get it annulled. If it means we make it out of this shit show with our lives, then so be it.”

What the hell had she gotten them into? “I want to know where Meg is. I need to know.”

He rubbed the tension from his jaw. “She isn’t with King.”

“How do you know? Is that what he told you? He lies!”

“Yeah, he lies, but not this time. That’s something else I’ll explain later. For now, let’s stay focused on leaving through the front door alive and well.”

“As husband and wife?” Her throat clenched as the world fell off of her lips.

“Don’t look so offended, sweetheart. After all, this was your hoax.” He put some distance between them. “I bet you never thought you’d be wearing red for your wedding, yet it seems more fitting than white.”

Seeing the twinkle in his eyes, she realized he was trying to make the situation lighter. He was right, she’d put them in this terrible position. All for nothing. “I’m sorry, Brick. I did this to us.” How many men would leave her high and dry? Not him. He came to get her and he cared for her safety.
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Ireland was never very good at following orders and Brick is trying very hard to keep from revealing his true identity. He’s so close to taking King and the rest of the folks involved in trafficking down he can’t let anything prevent it.

There’s a lot of intrigue and suspense as Brick and Ireland look for Meg. There’s also the sizzling rekindling of their relationship.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series. I hope it’s not too long a wait.

5 Contented Purrs for Rhonda!

Rhonda Lee Carver

Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“