My personality is a direct contrast to my appearance. On the outside, I look like a sweet, innocent woman who wants the perfect nuclear family. WRONG. I may look like a blow-up doll that men droll over, but I can break every bone in your body in alphabetical order. And that's my problem. I'm too smart for my own good, with a temper shorter than any measurement known to man. I don't deal well with authority or stupidity, and it's been getting me in trouble all my life. Most recently, it cost me my job. But more importantly, it has my club worried when I become the target of a mysterious biker who's been stalking me. When women who match my description keep ending up missing, well, let's say I'm going to put an end to it. One way or another, this serial killer is going to get a SHOCK.