Twisted Throttle — Manda Mellett

Who the hell has the guts and nerve to stalk the enforcer of the Satan's Devil's MC?The cops? Maybe. A club enemy? More likely. A scorned woman? No, they know the score, one memorable night, that's all they'll ever get from me.It must be someone crazy.Who would dare cross me? I was born into the club, my dad, Peg, was the previous sergeant-at-arms. I'm not weak, though constantly watching over my shoulder is unsettling, even for me.Who is it, and what do they want to achieve?At first it's innocuous enough, gifts from an unknown admirer, a car following me, but never getting close. Phone calls with nobody speaking. Then it takes a turn for the worst.Before I can discover who it is, my world implodes. I don't want to be a husband. I don't want a woman of my own. I have years before I even think of settling down.Fate, it seems, has other plans.