A dark and sexy enemies-to-lovers second-chance MC romance from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author E.M. Gayle.
I'm no damsel in distress and he's not my white knight, but that's not going to keep him from charging after a killer determined to get his revenge.
I've made so many mistakes. Some worth it, most not. Getting involved with him again would be the biggest one of them all.
I knew when I saw him for the first time after a decade that going home was the worst idea possible. But that one moment brought it all back. The heartache. The pain. The longing...
Now my identity has been burned and I have nowhere else to go. I may not be worthy of a second chance, but neither is he. He's also too dangerous to ignore.
Editors:
Cover Artists:
Genres:
I pulled her out of her chair and into my arms. I wasn't sure how she would react when she learned my intentions, but there wasn't much I could do to hold back anymore. Despite everything, I craved her. She’d made some pretty big mistakes in her life, but I couldn't judge. When she’d first left, I'd thrown myself into the club, first as a prospect, and then a couple of years later as a full-fledged member. Wrath had not been as clean then as they were now. There was still a lot of drugs, guns and violence.
Under certain conditions I didn’t hesitate to take the law into my hands. My past was riddled with the blood of those I’d tortured to save others as well as the dead bodies of those that had committed such crimes they didn’t deserve to live.
READ MORESo when I reached up and touched her face, I knew my hands were no cleaner than hers. In fact, I would bet that they were much dirtier.
“What are you thinking about?” She raised her hand high and rubbed her fingers across my forehead. “When you get upset or unhappy it shows here. These lines get pronounced.”
I closed my eyes against the warmth of her touch and savored the intimacy of this. I wasn’t a cuddler or even much of a kisser.
When I wanted a woman, I generally got in, got us both off, and then got the hell out. I was creative enough for most not to notice, but I generally didn’t want a lot of touch.
Mandy’s touch, though. Fuck. I was going to drown in it.
COLLAPSE"Full of action, secrets, and yearning, this was a one-sit read!"