In Book Seven of the Steel MC Montana Charter-Meadow Lind knows how to make anything beautiful, with her lens, paint brush, pencil or in her own mind. Her current boyfriend is passionate, although others confuse it with abuse. She’s covers the bruises from those fits of passion until Dell from the Steel MC New Mexico Charter sees the truth and pulls her from an assault even Meadow couldn’t whitewash.

Christopher “Freaky” Anderson wasn’t sure what he was getting into when he joined the Steel MC’s Montana Charter. Newly founded, he worried he was on the same unstable ground he’d been when he joined the guard. Never truly finding the home, only years later a family was forming around him. When a new MC rolls into town wanting a parley there’s a chance for new line of income. One that won’t have him breaking his back, but half the club is vetoing the opportunity.

When a flighty Dreamer named Meadow comes to town Freaky’s push for more is flipped into overdrive. Hoping to claim the woman setting his world on tilt, yet somehow righting it in a way he never thought possible. The copper hair beauty gets distracted and lost in her own dreams, each time pulling Freaky into a place where he finds not only himself, but love deep enough to support a home.

When Meadow’s ex shows up determined to be the last man she’ll ever love, until her very last breath will all Freaky’s dreams vanish in one final passionate battle?

DREAMER
The Steel MC Montana Chapter Book 7
BY MICHEL PRINCE & WREN McCABE

Excerpt

Walking inside the newer trailer surprised her. The living room was decorated modern. It had a fireplace. The couch and chairs were set up so the fireplace and TV were the center of attention.

The kitchen seemed large with an island and four stools surrounding it. She would be able to cook for herself here. No reason to bug the MC. Stepping to the fridge, she opened it to find it pretty bare. Bottled water, pop and a few condiments. “Does anybody else stay here?” she asked.

“Occasionally. It’s all yours for now. If we have another rescue, then they’ll stay with you in one of the spare bedrooms, but for now, your it.”

“I’m not a rescue.” The words were harsh as she spat them out. “Dell asked me to come for the week. Shoot the wedding and get some perspective.”

Freaky, eyed the woman. “You always pack your car full when you’re getting perspective.”

“You don’t know me or my relationship,” she challenged the need to justify her life choices over the last few years.

“Nope, I don’t,” he said stepping closer to her and brushing her hair to the side, his thumb stroking along the column of her neck sending heat running down her spine directly to her core. “But I do know fingermarks. Left a few in my day. Especially on skin as fair as yours is, but mine tend to be on the ass or thighs, never on the neck and always as I’m holding on so a woman doesn’t fall.”

“Why would she fall?” she asked, the words breathy as they worked their way up her throat.

“I don’t believe in limiting myself when it comes to sex.”

“In partners or positions?”