Roxy Steele grew up in a rust-belt town where the loudest thing on a summer night was a line of motorcycles heading out of the county, and she has never quite gotten the sound out of her blood. She writes the men everyone crosses the street to avoid and the fierce, chosen families they’d die for.

Her Iron Saints novels are motorcycle-club romances built on the thing that has always drawn her to the genre: not the danger for its own sake, but the loyalty underneath it, a brotherhood that protects its own with a ferocity the straight world never offers, and a hero who decides one woman is his and defends her against everything. She believes a protective man should be dangerous to threats and gentle only with her, and that the heroine should earn her place rather than be handed it.

Her books are for readers who want the outlaw with a code, high heat, a possessive protector, a found family worth belonging to, and the guaranteed happily-ever-after. The claim is always consented to, the heroine always tougher than she looks, and the club always rides in when it counts.

Roxy lives in the Midwest with her husband (who does, in fact, ride), a loud dog named Wrench, and a leather jacket older than some of her readers. She takes her whiskey neat and her heroes loyal.