Louis Delano looked at his unofficial girlfriend, and a surge of emotion hit him, straight in his groin.

Serena King, with her flaming red hair tied back in a high ponytail, never failed to make his senses quicken. He had run into her at a bar when he had visited the place along with a group of randy friends. They had been celebrating one of the men’s pre-wedding blues and were a drunk, riotous lot. Across the smoky bar, he had noticed the tall, lithe woman in her long biker boots ...