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

What the fuck? I didn’t say anything offensive, did I? I wish I knew more about these people and their ways. They’re very different from the folks I saw in Afghanistan and certainly not like the po’ Georgia trash I grew up in the middle of.


And then there was the sudden tension that had seemed to shimmer in the air between them for the last bit of their conversation before it had plowed to an awkward halt. Mike didn’t think he’d imagined that, but he wasn’t sure what the abrupt burst of electric energy was actually about. So far, he wanted to like the tall Indian, even if the fact he rode a Harley and seemed determined to cultivate a bad-ass image tended to put him off.


Chapter 9