Biker gangs known as regulators rule the streets of a war-torn city with hate and pain -- their cruelty is etched into every inch of Dae's battered body. He has never known anything but hurt from the hands of men ... until he meets Coby.<br><br>When the new regulator rides into town and takes an interest in him, Dae is unwilling to believe that anyone who is a regulator can be a gentle, caring lover.<br><br>Is Coby strong enough to protect Dae and his sister Delia when there's hell to pay in the form of McBane?

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But that’s over now. McBane is gone, gone, I’m still not quite comprehending that fact. With Delia’s kit in my hands, I stand and look around the small room—at the clean sheets that cover the bloodstains, the cot that now holds memories of Coby. I can almost see him lying beneath that afghan, naked and warm and cuddling up to me. This is hisroom now, there’s no more hate in here, no more pain. This is where he belongs, in here, with me.


I take the basket out into the kitchen, where Delia’s set up a makeshift infirmary along the counter by the sink. Maeve stands in front of the stove, boiling rags in one pot of water and stirring another pot of soup, which she dishes out to whoever holds up a bowl. 


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