I buried him when I was twenty-two.
I scattered ashes at our place in the mountains, married someone safe, and built a quiet life around the hole he left. I survived.
Then I found the file hidden in my dead husband's desk—and discovered that the love of my life never died at all.
He's alive. He's been alive for fifteen years, hiding in a motorcycle club in the mountains, carrying my photograph and a guilt so deep it kept him from ever coming home.
Now I'm standing in front of him, shaking with a rage that can't quite smother the heartbeat underneath it. My body remembers his. My heart remembers his. And fifteen years of grief doesn't change the fact that one look from those grey-green eyes can still bring me to my knees.
He stole my past. Do I dare let him have my future?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
I scattered ashes at our place in the mountains, married someone safe, and built a quiet life around the hole he left. I survived.
Then I found the file hidden in my dead husband's desk—and discovered that the love of my life never died at all.
He's alive. He's been alive for fifteen years, hiding in a motorcycle club in the mountains, carrying my photograph and a guilt so deep it kept him from ever coming home.
Now I'm standing in front of him, shaking with a rage that can't quite smother the heartbeat underneath it. My body remembers his. My heart remembers his. And fifteen years of grief doesn't change the fact that one look from those grey-green eyes can still bring me to my knees.
He stole my past. Do I dare let him have my future?
Genre: Romantic Suspense