Morgue

She saw a man shot over a fence at five in the morning and drove straight into the arms of the one man in these hollers who handles the dead.

Erin Fields has held her grandmother's greenhouse together for nine years on a road nobody else wants. When she witnesses a cattle-theft crew murder a hired man and load him into a trailer with the stock, she does the only thing she knows how to do — she tells the truth to the men who own the ground.

Morgue hasn't let anyone past the distance his clean hands can keep since the night he washed a friend's body in an Ohio hospital. As the Bone Orchard MC's man for the dead, he carries the weight the brotherhood can't bury. Then a woman with dirt in her knuckles and a flat of marigolds on her hip comes off the Mud Lick road at sixty with a truck on her bumper, and everything he's kept locked down for four years breaks open.

When the man behind the cattle operation sends crews to her greenhouse, breaks into her home, and takes the quilt off her bed, the Bone Orchard draws its line. But Morgue isn't just protecting club ground. He's claiming the woman who planted flowers on his cemetery ridge before she ever knew his name — and he'll put every man Carl Boyles has ever paid into the dirt to keep her.

Dangerous men. Explosive action. A brotherhood forged in blood. And a love story that grows out of red clay and holds on like roots.

Morgue is book 17 in the Bone Orchard MC Series. No cliffhanger. No cheating. HEA guaranteed.