Torque

She pours for the whole strip on a Saturday night. He'd set the whole strip on fire to keep her pouring.

Nikki Rourke has been running the roughest honky-tonk on the old alignment since she was old enough to fake an ID behind the bar. She built it into the kind of place where the house band never quits, the mechanical bull has a body count, and every biker, roughneck, and road dog on Route 66 knows her name. When a crew of high-end car thieves decides her parking lot is the perfect place to send a message, she doesn't call the cops — she throws them out herself.

She doesn't need a wrench-turning outlaw. But one shows up anyway.

Torque — enforcer for the Mother Road Renegades MC — has been three stools down for months, watching the bartender who moves like the whole room belongs to her. When a dead man turns up in her gravel and a flashy thief named Vale starts circling her place like he owns it, the fastest hands in the club decide this woman, this bar, and this war are his.

Nikki has rules. She's always had rules. He can park his bike in her lot and his boots under her bar, but she won't be locked down, kept quiet, or tucked behind a fence — not by the man hunting her business, and not by the one who growls her name like it's the only word he knows.

As the bodies stack up and Vale's operation closes in from every side, Torque and Nikki discover that the most dangerous thing on the Mother Road isn't the man trying to take the tonk. It's what happens when a woman who won't be silenced meets a man who can't stop listening.

Book 11 in the Mother Road Renegades MC series. Guaranteed HEA. No cliffhangers. No cheating.