Slate's Salvation

She found twenty-six illegal guns hidden inside a car in her bay. Then she buried them under four inches of concrete and went back to work.

June Halloran has run the only full-service garage on the county road for thirteen years — alone, stubborn as a stuck bolt, and answering to nobody. When a gun-trafficking outfit's shuttle car breaks down and gets towed into her bay, they expect the cargo to disappear quietly. They don't expect the mechanic to pull the panels, find the arsenal, and hide it where nobody will ever look. And they really don't expect the Gravedigger enforcer who's been picking up parts at her counter to make her problem his.

Slate doesn't talk much, doesn't rush, and doesn't let go of anything he's claimed. He reads stone the way he reads people — with patience, pressure, and an iron refusal to move until the job is done. He never planned on a grease-stained mechanic with steady hands becoming the thing he's willing to kill for. He never planned on her being the one person who could crack the granite.

Now a trafficking boss is burning through the interior, and the only thing standing between his operation and the guns he needs back is a woman who won't close her shop and the enforcer who's done pretending she's not his.

She's not club. She's not asking for protection. But she's on his road, and nobody touches what's on his road.

Slate's Salvation is a full-length standalone MC romance. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed. This is book 8 in the Backwoods Gravediggers MC series.