Chains

The biker standing at my counter has a chain wrapped around his fist and my father's debt in his hand.

Eighty thousand dollars. And the price is my mother's bakery.

He should terrify me. Everyone in this town crosses the street when he rides by. But he looks at me like I'm the first sweet thing he's ever tasted.

He gives me thirty days. Then he shows up every morning at dawn. He fixes what's broken, eats what I burn, and glares at any man who gets too close.

He says he's guarding the collateral.

I don't believe him.

Because there's something wild in his golden eyes. Something that growls when danger comes near me.

And danger is coming.

When the man who owns my father's debt decides he wants more than money, will the man sent to destroy me become the only one who can save me?

Steamy instalove. Small-town baker. Possessive bear shifter biker. Fated mates. Forced proximity. Guaranteed HEA.