I was a loner who married a loner. Together, we were taken captive as newlyweds. There, amidst the rough men and women of the club, we found something elusive: inclusion. We gave up our dead-end lives. I became a bouncer - my wife a bartender. I wasn't sure about all this; they weren't exactly career jobs. Dealer couldn't get his rape of my wife out of his head, and was drawn to her with a demanding lust. I watched him with a satisfaction of my own. A rogue motorcycle club has designs on Keystone, and their pop-up might be overlooked by the dominant club if things work out right...

I was married minutes before the pastor was shot dead. Married to a woman who was a loner like me. Minutes before we were taken captive by a biker gang. Chained down, I was forced to listen as my bride was questioned.I heard her wedding dress tear. I wanted to kill them all. Dealer - president of the club - had his doubts about us being feds. Now he has to clean up the mistake. I was taken in by the Iron Crows Motorcycle Club. My murderous anger morphed into something else. They had a mission in their small town that was more than running a couple of bars. Their efforts were helped along by a sheriff who looked the other way. And there I was, with my bride, right in the middle of it.

The insanity of circumstance can be catastrophic…I know how I got here. I know what happened to my bride. That I might have liked it is irrelevant. I had to question where was I going. Was I going to be a bouncer? Was that my career in a world gone crazy? I felt like my last lifeline to sanity was my Harley.Things were happening too fast. My wife Kristy began taking up with the club's treasurer, Ghost. I became closer to Donna and Tequila – the first like me and the latter so unlike me. At the same time, I found a new purpose in supporting the Iron Crows' charitable efforts.But then the government intervened. No one stops the government. No one fights the government. No one wins against the government. So why was I supporting those that did? It would be easy to walk away. In fact, it would be easier to join the other side.One more book will follow.

To be accepted was all I ever wanted as a man.I had done something that went far beyond shifting directions in my life. I had done something illegal. Deathly illegal, and now I had that stain on my hands. I had done it for the club: for the Iron Crows.Society had never accepted me, but I had wanted to fit in; it was my desire in life. So I married my Kristy, a loner like me. But with the Iron Crows, I did the one thing that would forever ostracize me from what I had wanted most: inclusion.My wife had something going with not just the treasurer of the club, but almost anyone who wanted her. It was her own way of finding inclusion and it excited me. I got off on it, deeply. But the growing secrets weren't something I could handle.I turned to Donna, most like us, and my wife hated it. I turned also to Tequila, least like us, and my wife approved. My brain wasn't wired to understand a woman. But I had to or I was going to...