I moved to Clover Ridge for a fresh start — not for the scarred man glaring at me over the fence line.
Callum Byrne doesn't talk. Doesn't help. Doesn't do anything but watch me from his porch like I'm digging up his grave instead of his grandmother's garden.
He's Iron Thorn MC. The quiet one. The intelligence man. Two years of hiding behind a line down his face he thinks makes him hard to look at.
I argue with him about drainage. I argue with him about sight lines. I argue with him in a rainstorm until his mouth is on mine and I forget every rule I've ever made about dangerous men.
He says the land is his. Fine.
I'm his neighbor now. His volunteer. His problem.
And if he thinks I'm leaving this town before the wisteria blooms — he hasn't met stubborn yet.
Genre: Romance
Callum Byrne doesn't talk. Doesn't help. Doesn't do anything but watch me from his porch like I'm digging up his grave instead of his grandmother's garden.
He's Iron Thorn MC. The quiet one. The intelligence man. Two years of hiding behind a line down his face he thinks makes him hard to look at.
I argue with him about drainage. I argue with him about sight lines. I argue with him in a rainstorm until his mouth is on mine and I forget every rule I've ever made about dangerous men.
He says the land is his. Fine.
I'm his neighbor now. His volunteer. His problem.
And if he thinks I'm leaving this town before the wisteria blooms — he hasn't met stubborn yet.
Genre: Romance