Gris's Gamble

Nora Castex built her bakery from nothing. Grew up the only girl in a house full of boxers in Algiers, saved six years of double shifts, and turned a closet kitchen on Frenchmen Street into the best bread in New Orleans — sold out by noon, every morning, made from scratch at 3 AM. Then a gambling boss decided her block was next — and sent men through her front door to tell her the back one now belonged to him.

She's already told them no. Broken a man's nose in her own parking lot. Held her ground with a bread knife and a right cross her father built. When one punch isn't enough to stop an organization, Nora doesn't fold.

She goes looking for something bigger.

Gris rides rear guard for the Bourbon Street Devils — the tail gunner, the last line, the man who puts his bike between the brotherhood and whatever's chasing them because he's never once cared what it costs him. He threw away his whole life for a stranger once and would do it again tomorrow. So when a baker walks into the club's bar with bruises on her arm and refuses to be anybody's rescue, the reflex that ended his old life pulls the trigger all over again.

She's exactly the kind of trouble a reckless man can't ride away from.

Pratt wants her corridor. Gris wants her. And when the boss sends a man to destroy the one thing Nora loves most, the fastest rider in New Orleans takes the war straight to his door — one dead lieutenant at a time.

He rides like the crash already happened. She starts every day in the dark and finishes when the work says so. Together they're about to teach a man in a pressed shirt what happens when he reaches into the wrong neighborhood.

Book 6 in the Bourbon Street Devils MC Romance series. HEA guaranteed.