Tartlet (Turf Wars, #4)

I'm no angel.

Far from it.

I'm the disappointment of the family.

The one they try to hide.

The failure.

The nuisance.

I have the rich family – you know the one. Parents dripping in gold, the perfect sister, and the loyal brother.

As far as they're concerned, I'm the accident they wish they had done something about.

A rebel.

Always causing trouble.

That's fine by me, I'm happy to be anything other than what they expect.

Until, that is, my father needs my help.

Well, okay, I practically force his hand, but it's my chance to prove I'm good for something.

He needs information on a local biker club.

He wants me to go in. To play them. To get what he needs.

A club full of hot bikers? A girl isn't going to say no.

I take on the challenge.

Go in there and destroy their little club.

Sounds like a god damned blast to me.

They won't know what hit them.

Or perhaps, I won't know what hit me…

I guess we'll find out.