Craved (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)

He's hot, sexy, wicked and everything I was taught to avoid. He makes me wicked too ... and I like it. Annie. Some men defy description. I deal with books. I know every adjective in the English language and I can't describe Sabre. He's a biker with a filthy mouth and a dirty mind and he sets me on fire. I've lived in the shadows my whole life, afraid to see what is beyond my own little corner of the world. Sabre makes me step outside my safe zone. He makes me crave ... more. Sabre. Annie is everything I shouldn't want. From that uptight dress to the hair she wears in a damn bun, down to those black rimmed glasses. We don't fit. A librarian and a biker, and if that's not cliche enough, she has cats! I should run. I'm not going to. One taste and I only want more. There's a tiger hiding behind that uptight prudish disguise she insists on wearing and once I get my teeth into her ... I'm never letting go.