Nine minutes. That's all I've ever gotten with the dead, and I have never once wasted one.
Then a stranger sent me a recording of an abandoned racetrack in the middle of the Arizona desert, and I heard a voice on it that has no business still speaking.
He's nineteen. He's been dying out there since 1968. And every single night, at four minutes past eleven, it happens again.
The biker they sent to investigate is too young, too loud, and entirely too sure of himself. Three weeks with his patch and he thinks he's ready for this.
He isn't. Neither am I.
Because the boy on that track is wearing a story nobody in his club has told in fifty-eight years — and the answer is stitched onto the vest of the man I'm falling for.
I've got nine minutes to ask the right question.
What happens if I finally get it wrong?
Steamy paranormal romance. Ghost whisperer heroine. Younger biker hero. Age gap. Forced proximity. Small-town desert haunting. Slow burn to combustion. Standalone with guaranteed HEA.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Then a stranger sent me a recording of an abandoned racetrack in the middle of the Arizona desert, and I heard a voice on it that has no business still speaking.
He's nineteen. He's been dying out there since 1968. And every single night, at four minutes past eleven, it happens again.
The biker they sent to investigate is too young, too loud, and entirely too sure of himself. Three weeks with his patch and he thinks he's ready for this.
He isn't. Neither am I.
Because the boy on that track is wearing a story nobody in his club has told in fifty-eight years — and the answer is stitched onto the vest of the man I'm falling for.
I've got nine minutes to ask the right question.
What happens if I finally get it wrong?
Steamy paranormal romance. Ghost whisperer heroine. Younger biker hero. Age gap. Forced proximity. Small-town desert haunting. Slow burn to combustion. Standalone with guaranteed HEA.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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