Trapped by the President (Broken Halos MC #2)

Trapped in a blizzard with an alpha male.

The MC president just claimed me as his.

A mountain road. A dead engine. A howling storm.

Then Logan Gunnar rumbles out of the whiteout on a Harley.

He throws me over his shoulder and hauls me to his secluded cabin.

One bed. No neighbors. No escape.

He strips off his leather cut, and every tattooed inch of him screams danger.

I’m a virgin just passing through town.

He’s a mountain king who says I’m staying in his bed to keep warm.

Logan worships my curves and swears I was his the moment he saw my car.

Am I his lucky rescue, or the prey he’s never letting go?