Hard Knox

🖤 Single Mom and Curvy Teacher

🖤 Touch Her and Die

🖤 Good Girl / Bad Boy

🖤 Opposites Attract

🖤 Spice Level 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶

Knox

President of the Royal Bastards MC in Knoxville, my life's a ride on the wild side. Besides my brothers, I ride alone. Then, Eliza comes crashing in, a beautiful light in my dark world. The moment I accidentally hosed her down at that charity bike wash, I knew she was something special. Eliza’s not just smoking hot when she’s soaking wet and angry. She’s a teacher and a single mom, trying to piece her life back together after a nasty divorce. A respectable lady, educated, when I graduated from the school of hard knocks. Yeah, she’s smart so she doesn’t date bikers like me. I don’t blame her. Just as I'm trying to win her over, showing her how a dumb guy like me could love her, her ex-husband turns up cold. Suddenly, I'm in the eye of the storm, a suspect. Sure, I decked him that one night, but I didn’t kill him. I've got to clear my name, not just for me, but for Eliza. She's tangled up in this mess with me now, and I need to protect her, even if it means diving back into the darkness of my past – a past I planned to keep secret. How can a woman like Eliza possibly love an outlaw like me once she learns the truth?

Eliza

I’m a teacher and a mom, curvy girl and proud, but still healing from the sting of rejection. I never thought I'd find love again or attract someone as hot as Knox. He's danger and mystery covered in tattoos and wrapped in a leather jacket. As much as I fight the pull of the bad boy, he’s determined to touch my heart along with the rest of me. He's everything I never knew I wanted –protective and passionate, jealous even. Oh, the butterflies. But our potential romance is cut short when my ex-husband is found dead, and Knox is the prime suspect. Every instinct tells me to run, to protect my heart and my kids. Yet, I see the truth in Knox's eyes, the honesty in his fight to clear his name and mine. I'm drawn into this mystery, not just for the sake of my own heart, but for the truth. But what do I do when the truth is darker than I could ever have imagined?