Steel Crew : Books 1-3
by MJ Fields
The first three stand alone novels in the Steel Crew series are now available in a box set
TAGGED STEEL
The night before college graduation, was one for the books.
Deciding to memorialize our last night together, my roommates and I ended up in front of a tattoo shop. They chickened out. I didn’t.
Lying face down, ass up, and alone on the table of the tattooed, god of a man, whose sinfully sexy style, and delicious demeanor wasn’t part of the plan.
It was one night, no regrets, no looking back, until I finally got a good look at the art he tagged me with.
Tag, I’m it.
BRANDED STEEL
He can sing, dance, and owns whatever stage he’s "performing" on.
His looks make him a triple threat. And he’s gone viral.
He is the Country Music Artist of the Year.
Which means that face, those eyes, that hair, that body, and his voice are every-freaking-where.
He’s America’s newest country sensation, and he can do no wrong.
Except, he did.He totally did.
And he did it to me.
LACED STEEL
I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in.
He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl."
In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies.
I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.
TAGGED STEEL
The night before college graduation, was one for the books.
Deciding to memorialize our last night together, my roommates and I ended up in front of a tattoo shop. They chickened out. I didn’t.
Lying face down, ass up, and alone on the table of the tattooed, god of a man, whose sinfully sexy style, and delicious demeanor wasn’t part of the plan.
It was one night, no regrets, no looking back, until I finally got a good look at the art he tagged me with.
Tag, I’m it.
BRANDED STEEL
He can sing, dance, and owns whatever stage he’s "performing" on.
His looks make him a triple threat. And he’s gone viral.
He is the Country Music Artist of the Year.
Which means that face, those eyes, that hair, that body, and his voice are every-freaking-where.
He’s America’s newest country sensation, and he can do no wrong.
Except, he did.He totally did.
And he did it to me.
LACED STEEL
I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in.
He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl."
In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies.
I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.
