Sloane Avery has spent her whole life learning not to need anyone. Aged out of foster care, worn down by a man who called control love, she drives north to the one thing she has left, a mountain cabin willed to her by a grandmother she barely remembers, meaning to fix it up, sell it, and disappear somewhere no one can find her.Blackpine has other plans. The little town at the end of the road watches her too closely, warns her off the woods, and is run, more or less, by Ronan Cross,...

He thought I'd never do it.That's the part that still guts me.Twelve years. Twelve years of being the good old lady. Twelve years of hot plates in the oven and a porch light left on and a man who was so sure I'd stay that he quit trying somewhere around year six.So I drove to a courthouse in Chattanooga and I signed my name on a line.Then I mailed the papers to the clubhouse.Registered. Signature required.I wanted a brother to hand them to hi...

They took a vote on my life.I wasn't in the room.Fourteen years I wore his ring.Fourteen years I stitched up his brothers on my kitchen counter. Buried their dead. Cooked for their mothers. Kept my mouth shut about every single thing I saw in that house.Then church let out on a Tuesday night, and my husband walked into our kitchen and couldn't look at me.The club decided I was a liability.And Colt — President of the Iron Oath MC, the man who ...

Ten years I waited for a man who came home every night and never once arrived.Then his club needed something from me.He let them take it.And he sat at that table and gave me a nod — the kind you give a woman who brought the ice.So I left.I drove eight hours north with four bags and a felony that wasn't mine, and I built a quiet life in a Tennessee town where nobody knows what a clubhouse smells like. I sleep through the night now. My hands don't shak...

Wren Calloway was raised to hunt the one thing she cannot let herself become: pack.For fifteen years the order gave her a name that was not hers, a wrist branded with their sigil, and a single lesson, that mercy gets you killed. Then a bad night puts her in a diner in the wrong mountain town, and a gray-eyed wolf named Del Cross walks in and goes still, because the bond that names a mate does not ask whether the woman across the room was trained to end his kind.Del has spen...

Here it is. This is written the way the top sellers in this category write — short lines, white space, first-person voice from the heroine, tropes listed plainly at the bottom.He cut my patch off in front of the whole club.Didn't ask me. Didn't warn me.Just called me up on that stage like he was going to say something nice, put his hand on my back, and took a knife to nine years of my life.Said it was to keep me safe.He never asks. That's the thing n...

I had one job. Protect her.Thirty men who'd die on my word. Every mile of coast from Savannah to the Florida line.And when my club turned on my wife, I sat at the head of that table and I said nothing.Eleven seconds. That's how long I was quiet.She was gone by morning.It took me nine months to find her.Nine months of chasing a woman who changed her phone, her name, her whole life just to get away from mine.She's in Tennessee now. Litt...