Inside this book- alpha male biker, obsessive, morally grey mmc, possessive, protective, dark-lite, open door high heat.
He owns my dead brother's debt. Now he wants me.
Two hundred thousand dollars. That's what Danny left me when he rolled his truck on I-40 — a marker signed in his name and handed to the Dead Saints MC like an unpaid bill changing address.
I walked into their clubhouse expecting broken bones. A threat. A way out. Instead I got Sully.
The VP. Quiet, scarred, dangerous in a way that makes the air go thin. He didn't break my legs. He put me behind his bar and gave me four years to work off what I never borrowed.
I should be terrified of him. The problem is I'm not.
SULLY:
She walked into my club and didn't flinch. Stood in a room full of armed men and told me exactly where to put my terms — and something in me locked onto her and won't let go.
I know her schedule. Her bank balance. Every threat between her front door and my bar — and I've already removed them. Call it protection. Call it obsession. I don't care what you call it.
She owes the club two hundred grand. She owes me nothing. But she's mine — and when the Crest comes for what's mine, I'll burn Memphis down before I let them touch her.
A dark-lite Biker MC spicy romance standalone story in a connected world with a morally gray mmc. Guaranteed HEA, no cheating or cliffhanger.
Genre: Romance
He owns my dead brother's debt. Now he wants me.
Two hundred thousand dollars. That's what Danny left me when he rolled his truck on I-40 — a marker signed in his name and handed to the Dead Saints MC like an unpaid bill changing address.
I walked into their clubhouse expecting broken bones. A threat. A way out. Instead I got Sully.
The VP. Quiet, scarred, dangerous in a way that makes the air go thin. He didn't break my legs. He put me behind his bar and gave me four years to work off what I never borrowed.
I should be terrified of him. The problem is I'm not.
SULLY:
She walked into my club and didn't flinch. Stood in a room full of armed men and told me exactly where to put my terms — and something in me locked onto her and won't let go.
I know her schedule. Her bank balance. Every threat between her front door and my bar — and I've already removed them. Call it protection. Call it obsession. I don't care what you call it.
She owes the club two hundred grand. She owes me nothing. But she's mine — and when the Crest comes for what's mine, I'll burn Memphis down before I let them touch her.
A dark-lite Biker MC spicy romance standalone story in a connected world with a morally gray mmc. Guaranteed HEA, no cheating or cliffhanger.
Genre: Romance
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