Six months of locked gates and dead ends. Then a man with a voice like expensive whiskey calls and says: We have a proposition.
I'm an investigative journalist. I chase the stories no one wants told. The Iron Fang Reapers MC has never let anyone close enough to write theirs.
Until now — with one condition I never saw coming.
Pretend to be his woman.
Brennan Wolfe is charming, calculated, and hiding something I can't quite name. I tell myself I can play the role. Stay professional. Write the story and walk away clean.
But the longer I stay, the more the performance slips — on both our sides.
The fake relationship was supposed to be simple. The man underneath the polished exterior was supposed to stay a source.
He was never supposed to feel like home.
What happens when the cover story becomes the truth you're afraid to lose?
Genre: Paranormal Romance
I'm an investigative journalist. I chase the stories no one wants told. The Iron Fang Reapers MC has never let anyone close enough to write theirs.
Until now — with one condition I never saw coming.
Pretend to be his woman.
Brennan Wolfe is charming, calculated, and hiding something I can't quite name. I tell myself I can play the role. Stay professional. Write the story and walk away clean.
But the longer I stay, the more the performance slips — on both our sides.
The fake relationship was supposed to be simple. The man underneath the polished exterior was supposed to stay a source.
He was never supposed to feel like home.
What happens when the cover story becomes the truth you're afraid to lose?
Genre: Paranormal Romance