April Morgan had spent her whole life defying expectations. She wasn't happy unless her hands were covered in grease and her hair smelled of gasoline. Cars didn't whine at you. Cars didn't make you feel guilty. Cars didn't betray you. But here in this one horse town, the only car shop was run by a motorcycle club, and she sure as shit knew they wouldn't take her seriously. Barriers were just things to blow past, so it was time to defy expectations one more time. Everything was going smoothly, until she saw him.
Brett Ferguson didn't take anyone's shit. At over six feet tall, he usually didn't need to. If his full sleeve tattoos and MC Club patch didn't keep the foolish at bay, a guttural Bear Shifter growl got the point across. He just wanted to earn an honest living working on cars and enjoying his bachelor lifestyle. No hangups, no strings. Then this feisty whirlwind walked into his shop, and everything changed.
