Eleven years ago, my father walked into a canyon with half a treasure map. They found his boots. They never found him.
Now someone's mailed me his field notebook. No note. No return address. Just a postmark from a town I've never been to.
The Iron Compass MC has the other half of that map. They've had it for fifty-two years and they can't read it.
I can.
Their president is all silence and scarred knuckles, and he's been carrying something about that canyon since he was nineteen. He won't tell me what. He keeps saying tomorrow.
I need him to get me into those mountains. He needs me to read a dead man's handwriting.
Neither of us planned on the hot spring. Or the storm. Or the initials carved into a desk three days after my father was declared dead.
So who walked out of that canyon?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Now someone's mailed me his field notebook. No note. No return address. Just a postmark from a town I've never been to.
The Iron Compass MC has the other half of that map. They've had it for fifty-two years and they can't read it.
I can.
Their president is all silence and scarred knuckles, and he's been carrying something about that canyon since he was nineteen. He won't tell me what. He keeps saying tomorrow.
I need him to get me into those mountains. He needs me to read a dead man's handwriting.
Neither of us planned on the hot spring. Or the storm. Or the initials carved into a desk three days after my father was declared dead.
So who walked out of that canyon?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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