I ran from the altar with blood on my face and nothing to my name.
No phone. No money. No plan. Just a torn wedding dress and the bruises my fiancé left where no one could see them. I stood in the middle of a desert highway and waited for the world to decide what happened next.
A motorcycle headlight found me instead.
Flynn doesn't ask questions. He gives me his jacket, his bike, and a road that leads somewhere Vincent Hale can't follow. He's quiet, steady, and dangerous in ways that have nothing to do with the club patch on his back. He maps every escape route. He sleeps outside my door. He never once asks for anything in return.
I told myself I wouldn't fall for my rescuer.
I told myself a lot of things before I kissed him on a couch in a safe house with the fire dying and his hands shaking.
The man who knows every road in six states just found the one he can't leave.
But Vincent isn't done with me. And the only thing more dangerous than running from a powerful man is falling for one who refuses to let you go.
Genre: Romance
No phone. No money. No plan. Just a torn wedding dress and the bruises my fiancé left where no one could see them. I stood in the middle of a desert highway and waited for the world to decide what happened next.
A motorcycle headlight found me instead.
Flynn doesn't ask questions. He gives me his jacket, his bike, and a road that leads somewhere Vincent Hale can't follow. He's quiet, steady, and dangerous in ways that have nothing to do with the club patch on his back. He maps every escape route. He sleeps outside my door. He never once asks for anything in return.
I told myself I wouldn't fall for my rescuer.
I told myself a lot of things before I kissed him on a couch in a safe house with the fire dying and his hands shaking.
The man who knows every road in six states just found the one he can't leave.
But Vincent isn't done with me. And the only thing more dangerous than running from a powerful man is falling for one who refuses to let you go.
Genre: Romance