We haven’t been here long, but I’m still slightly disappointed. Besides the man candy behind the bar who’s obviously only interested in Eve and the off-limits lead singer, there are just below-average guys and show-offs left.

I’m about to turn back around and complain to Eve that this adventure might be a bust when there’s a slight lull in the crowd. Then, my eyes see them.

Just towards the other side of the bar, near the pool tables. All I can whisper is, “Holy shit,” as I drink them in.

What is this? I rub my chest. Is this what an aneurysm is like? My heart is missing a few beats just from my eyes being blessed by them.

There they were. The de-flowering gifts from heaven.

Two exceptionally gorgeous denim-clad men laughing by themselves with the pool table between them, and did I mention that they’re gorgeous? Because holy fucking shit!Summer is a virgin erotic novelist whose books lack the inferno she needs to create a great page-turner. Seeking to fix her dilemma, Summer drags her friend to a biker bar and decides that the two massive biker gods playing pool in the back are the perfect men to teach her everything she wants to know.

This wild child is ready to lose her last shred of innocence, but losing her heart to these two men was never on the table. .

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