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A widow. Her boy. And the biker who'd burn the world for both of them.
Rogue
I knew I was going to kill Todd the first time he showed up on the ranch.
Flowers in one hand, standing on Hadley's porch like she owed him something just for being a widow who hadn't been ruined yet.
She doesn't know it, but that man is already dead. He just hasn't stopped breathing yet.
Hadley moved into the cabin behind the bunkhouse with a ring on her finger and a little boy who cries himself to sleep down the hall. I've been fixing what she can't afford to fix. Teaching her little boy, Nash, to throw a football. Even eating with her and her boy just to have an excuse to be close to her.
I'm a patient man. I grew up on a farm. I know how to gentle something skittish without breaking it.
But patience is the only soft thing left in me. I balance the books for the Shotgun Saints. I clean up what the club can't afford to leave behind. And I know how to erase a man—bank accounts, fingerprints, the whole life he thought he was owed. My brothers will hand me the shovel before they ask a single question.
Todd just used up every drop of patience I had.
She thinks she's not ready, thinks she still belongs to a dead man. She told me how I'm a good man for waiting.
I'm not a good man. I'm a patient one. There's a difference, and she's about to learn it.
Widow or not. Ready or not. She and that boy are mine.
And Todd? Todd's about to find out what happens when a nice guy puts his hands on what belongs to a Shotgun Saint.
DARK CONTENT WARNING: Widow romance, single mom, found family, possessive antihero, "nice guy" villain, on-page violence, and a treasurer who knows how to make problems disappear. Rogue is a Shotgun Saints MC standalone.
Genre: Romance
Rogue
I knew I was going to kill Todd the first time he showed up on the ranch.
Flowers in one hand, standing on Hadley's porch like she owed him something just for being a widow who hadn't been ruined yet.
She doesn't know it, but that man is already dead. He just hasn't stopped breathing yet.
Hadley moved into the cabin behind the bunkhouse with a ring on her finger and a little boy who cries himself to sleep down the hall. I've been fixing what she can't afford to fix. Teaching her little boy, Nash, to throw a football. Even eating with her and her boy just to have an excuse to be close to her.
I'm a patient man. I grew up on a farm. I know how to gentle something skittish without breaking it.
But patience is the only soft thing left in me. I balance the books for the Shotgun Saints. I clean up what the club can't afford to leave behind. And I know how to erase a man—bank accounts, fingerprints, the whole life he thought he was owed. My brothers will hand me the shovel before they ask a single question.
Todd just used up every drop of patience I had.
She thinks she's not ready, thinks she still belongs to a dead man. She told me how I'm a good man for waiting.
I'm not a good man. I'm a patient one. There's a difference, and she's about to learn it.
Widow or not. Ready or not. She and that boy are mine.
And Todd? Todd's about to find out what happens when a nice guy puts his hands on what belongs to a Shotgun Saint.
DARK CONTENT WARNING: Widow romance, single mom, found family, possessive antihero, "nice guy" villain, on-page violence, and a treasurer who knows how to make problems disappear. Rogue is a Shotgun Saints MC standalone.
Genre: Romance
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