He’s a risk I can’t afford. I’m the secret he can’t expose.
Gypsy
I stopped believing in justice the night the system let two kids die.
Now I ride with the Non Cras MC. We don’t play heroes. We build new lives from ashes.
Haven House was supposed to be just another undercover rescue. In, out, done. Then he showed up, Seth Lawson, investigative journalist, truth junkie, and walking disaster.
He’s got eyes full of ghosts and a notebook full of trouble. He asks too many questions, sees too much, and doesn’t know when to walk away.
He’s reckless, relentless, and the first man who’s ever made me want something I can’t control. But every time he looks at me, I forget why I should care.
SethNine months chasing the same ghost of a story has left me half-feral.
No sleep. No peace. Just caffeine, guilt, and a notebook full of dead ends.
Then she rolls into town, leather and danger wrapped around a secret smile, and wrecks everything in nineteen seconds flat.
Gypsy isn’t a woman you save. She’s the reason you stop running. Sharp-tongued. Cold-eyed. Warm where it matters most. She scares the hell out of me and makes me feel alive in the same breath.
But the deeper we dig into Haven House, the uglier the truth gets. Lines blur. Trust fractures.
She says she stopped believing in heroes. But I’ll burn this town to the ground before I let her disappear. Because some stories aren’t meant to be told. They’re survived.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Gypsy
I stopped believing in justice the night the system let two kids die.
Now I ride with the Non Cras MC. We don’t play heroes. We build new lives from ashes.
Haven House was supposed to be just another undercover rescue. In, out, done. Then he showed up, Seth Lawson, investigative journalist, truth junkie, and walking disaster.
He’s got eyes full of ghosts and a notebook full of trouble. He asks too many questions, sees too much, and doesn’t know when to walk away.
He’s reckless, relentless, and the first man who’s ever made me want something I can’t control. But every time he looks at me, I forget why I should care.
SethNine months chasing the same ghost of a story has left me half-feral.
No sleep. No peace. Just caffeine, guilt, and a notebook full of dead ends.
Then she rolls into town, leather and danger wrapped around a secret smile, and wrecks everything in nineteen seconds flat.
Gypsy isn’t a woman you save. She’s the reason you stop running. Sharp-tongued. Cold-eyed. Warm where it matters most. She scares the hell out of me and makes me feel alive in the same breath.
But the deeper we dig into Haven House, the uglier the truth gets. Lines blur. Trust fractures.
She says she stopped believing in heroes. But I’ll burn this town to the ground before I let her disappear. Because some stories aren’t meant to be told. They’re survived.
Genre: Romantic Suspense