The Biker I Loved

He told her loving him would destroy her life.

Then he walked out into the rain and let her believe it.

Three years later, Mireya Sloane comes home to Bellingham to bury her mother and sell the diner she grew up in. She gives herself one week. Sign the papers, settle the debts, leave before the town can get its hands on her again.

She lasts one night.

The lights go out. A man in a mask tears her mother's office apart looking for something he can't find. Mireya fights him off with a coffee pot and runs into the alley, and the motorcycle that comes down the hill through the rain belongs to the last person on earth she wants to owe anything to.

Caelan Rourke takes a blade across the ribs for her before she's finished hating him for it.

He's a Black Harbor prospect now, exactly what he told her he'd become. What he never told her is why he ended it. The phone call. The threat against her mother. The lie he built so well she left the state believing she'd never mattered.

Now her mother is dead, and hidden inside an old recipe binder are photographs, bank records, a bloodstained patch, and a drive someone is willing to kill for. One photograph shows Caelan's father, two nights before he went off a cliff on Chuckanut Drive, sitting in the back booth of her mother's diner.

Caelan never believed the accident story. Mireya never believed her mother was ordinary.

They were both right.

First love. Second chance. Forced proximity. A found family that stands on a mountain when it counts. A hero who would burn the world down for her and a heroine who doesn't need him to.

She threw away the compass he never got. Her mother kept it.

Some roads only lead one place.

Standalone. Full-length. Happily ever after guaranteed.