I hadn't set foot in Marrow Bend in eleven years. I came back to bury my grandmother and leave before dark.
Then twelve bikers showed up to her funeral in full colors and stood in a line like a fence. And one of them wouldn't stop looking at me.
He won't leave my porch. He won't answer a single question. He gives me four words at a time and remembers every one of mine.
There's something in the swamp that knows my name. There's a house full of lights I can't turn off. And there's a notebook under my porch step in his handwriting — six years of entries, every full moon, since I was twenty-two.
He's been sitting on my grandmother's grave since he was nineteen, waiting for a girl to come home.
He just never expected to want her.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Then twelve bikers showed up to her funeral in full colors and stood in a line like a fence. And one of them wouldn't stop looking at me.
He won't leave my porch. He won't answer a single question. He gives me four words at a time and remembers every one of mine.
There's something in the swamp that knows my name. There's a house full of lights I can't turn off. And there's a notebook under my porch step in his handwriting — six years of entries, every full moon, since I was twenty-two.
He's been sitting on my grandmother's grave since he was nineteen, waiting for a girl to come home.
He just never expected to want her.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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