About the book: year / Amy Abrams is not interested in love. And she also does not experience emotional attachments, unless it is handbags from famous designers. She grew up in an Upper East Side penthouse whose walls are as saturated with love as Dracula's castle. Her family is, of course, the reason she strides firmly in high heels, red soles gleaming, in the opposite direction of that dreaded six-letter word. And then she comes. Love. Like a bolt from the blue, it knocks Amy out of her six-inch stilettos. The girl learns that love comes with unpleasant side effects, such as a broken heart, which negatively affects her complexion. Amy promises herself to never give in to that terrible feeling again. But who could have imagined that an infuriating biker would burst into her life, the mere sight of whom would make her mouth water, and ruin her plans to build a strong wall around her heart. She keeps her distance, wary of the sinfully sexy biker who should be tattooed on his body: “Watch out! This dangerous alpha male will ruin your life." Amy may be the Princess of the Upper East Side, but she's not looking for Prince Charming. Although I wouldn’t mind knowing the name of his stylist. Brock is certainly no knight in shining armor, but he consumes her body and soul. Tragedy will separate them, and misfortune will bring them together again. Amy is in danger, and Brock is ready to rush to save her life. Saving her heart is a different story.