After a teenage indiscretion causes her family to send her to a convent, nineteen year old nun Marie lives a dull, passionless life. That is until a handsome, tattooed, chain-smoking biker crashes into her vegetable garden, bleeding from a belly wound and on the run from a rival motorcycle club.
Marie's life will never be the same. From the walls of the convent to the blood-soaked highway battlefields of Louisiana, she's riding with the Damned MC now. But the thing she's most excited about is riding her very own biker...
“You’re the one who’s talking to me. You’re the one who hasn’t called the cops yet. You don’t know what I did. I could be a mass murderer for all you know. A drug dealer. A rapist. But you’re here, talking to me and taking care of me like a Good Samaritan.”
I shrugged. “Love thy neighbor.”
“I know a way you can love your neighbor a little better,” he said with an evil grin. I blushed harder. He reached down and began to unzip his pants.
“Stop,” I said quickly, putting my hand over his.
“Oh, come on, sister. No one’s going to know, and how long has it been since you tried anything like this?”
Fuck, but he was right. The thought of fooling around with him excited me, more than anything else had in years.
“You’re a gorgeous little thing,” he said, his breath husky. “And it’s a fucking crime… A fucking sin… That something as beautiful and sweet as you is locked up here. Don’t you agree?”
Frankly, I did. I said a silent prayer as I took my hand away and let him unzip his pants: Forgive me, Lord, for I am about to sin…