ROWAN
Imagine coming into the town pub with my crew, dirty and exhausted, only to walk right into my biggest regret. The twin sister of my lost best friend and the one who got away. I haven't seen Violette Taylor in years but I haven't forgotten her either.
I used to be Rowan to her. Now, I'm just King, the guy who broke her heart, but not for the reasons she thinks.
Violette is back in town for good, she's a single mom and a nurse in the burn unit I accidentally wind up in.
Can you call that fate? Maybe, if she wasn't doing her best to stay far away from anyone who reminded her of her past, especially a career hotshot like me. But I know something she doesn't; life rarely offers second chances. So, if this is my chance to finally make things right, I'm taking it.
Always ride faster than your angels can fly...
Gabriel Wolfe, the fallen dark angel and club president of the Hounds of Hell MC. His life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day he was born, forcing more than just desensitization to violence and chaos. Forcing him to crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole.
With only a handful of people he cares about, his family, the ones that don his cut, women are just a tool, a means to an end. Never to covet, only to use. Each one blending into the next.
The formula he lives by is simple.
Death is at your door. You are a soldier of bedlam.
Nothing more, nothing less...
Until the moment a little hummingbird sees something she shouldn't and gets stuck in his crosshairs, forcing him to feel something he hasn't felt for as long as he can remember...alive.
Let the hunt begin.
As president of the Hounds of Hell motorcycle club, my life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day I was born. Chaos is my birthright. I crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole.
The only people I care about are the ones who don my cut.
Women are just a tool.
Never to covet, only to use, each face blending into the next.
The formula I live by is simple.
Death is always at my door.
I am a soldier of bedlam.
Until a little hummingbird flies into my crosshairs, and I'm forced to feel something I haven't felt for as long as I can remember...alive.
Let the hunt begin.