Shotgun Saints MC

I've watched Grace for years. Through every Sunday dinner at the ranch. Every club party where she smiled at men who weren't me. Through her engagement to that VP who thought he could take what was mine. He learned different. Her brother put him in the ground, but I would have made it last longer. Would have carved my name into his corpse for touching her. The president's daughter is supposed to be off-limits. Untouchable. Sacred.

He made a vow at her grave. Her best friend is about to break it. I haven't taken off my wedding ring in five and a half years. Haven't slept through the night. Haven't answered a phone call without my hands shaking. Haven't let a woman close enough to touch the wreckage my wife left behind when she died on a rain-soaked highway with my name as the last word on her lips.

Twenty-one years ago, I let Marlena Hutchins walk away. She was eighteen. I was twice her age, drowning in divorce and club business. I convinced myself pushing her out of Sharp was the right thing to do. Turns out she left pregnant with my kid. A daughter I've never met. Twenty years of birthdays, first days of school, graduations —gone. Stolen by the woman who just walked back into my life like those two decades don't matter. Now Marlena's back in Sharp. Back in my bed. And pregnant again. My ex-wife wants her dead.

She bet me she could break the wildest horse on the ranch. I should've known she'd break me instead. I gave up bull riding when a two-thousand-pound monster shattered my leg and nearly killed me. Now I break horses for the Shotgun Saints and keep my head down. Stay loyal to my Prez. Don't touch what doesn't belong to me. Especially not Dakota—Phantom's daughter, Sharp's rodeo princess, and the woman I've been trying not to want for the last few years.