Scars The Engine Left Behind
A second-chance MC romance about the woman who rebuilt herself from his wreckage, and the man who finally learned to say the thing.
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- 3,49 €
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- 3,49 €
Publisher Description
She rebuilt her whole life so she'd never have to feel this town again. Then it left her the one house she couldn't sell without seeing him.
Renata "Ren" Cruz got out of Harlan Falls at twenty-two, and she never planned to come back. She built a fortress out of the eight years since — a bike she rebuilt with her own hands, a mechanic's life in Albuquerque tailored to fit her exactly, no fraying edges, no loose ends. She learned to keep riding. She got very good at keeping riding.
Then her aunt dies and leaves her the last thing tying her to the desert: a house three blocks from Iron Saints Customs, and the man who broke her before she knew how to armor herself against it.
Cole never left. He runs his grandfather's shop, holds the club together, and has spent eight years unable to say the one thing that might have kept her — because saying the thing was never something he knew how to do. Now she's back for three weeks to settle an estate, and every day she's in town is a day the old wreck between them refuses to stay buried.
She tells herself she'll list the property and go. He tells himself he'll stay out of her way. Neither of them counts on the Shovelhead — an old engine that needs two sets of hands to bring back, and a rival club circling the town that gives them a reason to stand on the same side of a fight.
Second chances aren't clean. This one is grease under the nails, words that come eight years too late, and two stubborn people relearning how to build something instead of running from it.
For readers who love slow-burn MC romance with a grumpy, closed-off alpha hero, a fierce heroine who rebuilt herself from the wreckage, small-town heat, club brotherhood and found family, and a second-chance reunion that has to be earned — Scars the Engine Left Behind is a gritty, tender ride about the woman who stopped running, and the man who finally learned to say the thing.
Some engines you rebuild. Some you thought were scrap — until the right hands come home.
One-click now, throw a leg over, and take the long way back.