Leather&Lace
Em Torrey
I had heard the stories about Jameson Rice long before I ever met him, he was Boone, North Carolina’s personal Boogie Man.
MC President? Check.
Outlaw? Check.
God’s gift to women wrapped in a leather vest? Check, check.
He was destined to be my downfall from the word go but I had no idea that I would be his destruction. He told me he’d help me walk on the wild side of life but he had no idea that my life was going to flip his upside down.

