Scratch's Deliverance

He killed three men across three counties for a woman he met at a burning barn. She handed him a fire extinguisher and told him to help or get out of her way. Now the only thing aging longer than her bourbon is the war he's fighting to keep her alive.

Frankie Boyd runs Boyd's Blackberry with sixty acres, her grandfather's recipes, and five years of proving she can hold moonshine country alone. When a fifty-year dynasty decides her award-winning distillery is bad for their unexamined business, she tells them Boyds don't run.

The Crewes answer with rifles and fire. But the man standing between her and the flames isn't local law. He's Scratch, the Memphis Marauders' ghost — a foster kid who never owned anything until the club gave him a patch and a purpose. He doesn't do roots. Hasn't stayed anywhere longer than a lease allows since the day he aged out with a garbage bag. But a woman who walks fence lines with a shotgun and ages bourbon with the patience of a saint is the first thing his restless hands have ever wanted to hold still for.

In Memphis, loyalty doesn't ask permission and neither do the Marauders.

Some men search their whole lives for something permanent. Some find it standing in a scorched barn with a shotgun and a recipe notebook, refusing to leave.