Mike Dufrane fled a traumatic youth, hard years haunted by an abusive biker father, poverty and degradation, by escaping into the military. There he found only more savage violence. Then a chance encounter with an animal rescue group showed him another way. On an Indian reservation in the southwest, he finds a place to make a difference. Rez Dogs Rescue Shelter will be his route to build a positive life. Then a handsome Native American rides up on a Harley and throws Mike’s plans for a loop.<br><br>Adam was not there when his kid brother needed guidance and a firm hand. Back from two tours with Special Forces, he starts a youth center on the Rez to try to atone for his error but he cannot give up his Harley or his image as one bad ass biker. When an outsider starts a shelter for abused and neglected dogs, Adam initially finds it ludicrous but then recognizes a purpose similar to his own. However, the stranger seems to fear or hate bikers and is reluctant to begin a friendship. When crime and danger threaten both their projects, they have to join forces to prevail and suppressed attraction bursts into flame.

Rez Dogs and Scooter Trash

He had no idea where the money would come from, but somehow they would find it. He’d said he’d get it if he had to take a gun and go rob the casino, speaking only half in jest. Other than sell his scooter, there wasn’t much he would not do for this cause.


As soon as he stepped through the door, he saw Josie Benally. She served as the Gal Friday for the project and had a stake in the game similar to his. Only it had been her son…It didn’t take a psychic to see she’d been crying and had probably hardly slept last night.


He paused, thinking a quick prayer for calm before he approached her desk. “Joz, what’s wrong?”


She swallowed and sniffed before speaking. “They busted Bobby last night. Meth. I thought we’d reached him, helped him. Now this.”


Chapter 3