From New York Times and Top 100 bestseller Marata Eros, comes a #1 Heist & Organized Crime Thriller and Top 100 Bestselling series.
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Can a man's loyalty serve his country, his club and his woman at once?
Wring is a former Navy SEAL expert knotter, and has given up serving his country to serve another cause: his club. He doesn't want commitment. Instead he's satisfied going through life on a river of contented autopilot.
When Wring meets Shannon, it's at the wrong place and time. Wring doesn't need a woman to take away his numb; feeling is for others. But Shannon deliciously melts away old wounds while Wring fights to ignore their growing passion.
Can Wring save Shannon from circumstances that threaten her? Can he save himself?
Wring is a full-length, standalone romantic suspense novel with hot sex, no cheating, strong language, an HEA ending and NO CLIFFHANGERS. Contains disturbing themes that might be uncomfortable for some. Perfect for fans of Joanna Wylde, and who also like the dark fare of Pepper Winters.
An Amazon #1 Thriller and Top 100 bestselling series. Elements of Navy SEAL and gritty biker romance + thriller.
I bolt upright in my bed, the upper half of my body dripping sweat. My eyes automatically scan the room. Finding nothing but shadows seeking me from half-closed drapes, I toss myself backward against the soft pillows of my bed, trying to calm my racing heart.
Easier fucking said than done.
Flinging a forearm over my eyes, I force myself to take in my surroundings, moderating my breathing with a familiar, deliberate rhythm.
I'm not in the sandbox.
I'm staying in the fucking boondocks of Ravensdale. Having a place built in rural Orting. The club's letting me stay here until my house is finished.
After a full minute of coming to myself, I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the narrow bed. My feet find purchase on the lukewarm scarred wood floor of the cabin.
Running a hand over my flat top buzz cut, I let a final shaky breath escape. My heart is still coming down from the nightmare adrenaline buzz.
Probably not one hundred eighty beats a minute. Maybe just one sixty now. Fucking Afghanistan. Got an honorable discharge. I'm tough as fuck… except for the dreams.
The nightmares won't let me go. I've done my time, and now, my commitment runs to less patriotic endeavors.
Like Road Kill MC.
I wish my brain could switch gears. Consciously, I've made the commitment, and my years of service, violence, and chaos are behind me. Subconsciously, the brain won't release me from my obligations. As a knotter. As a SEAL.
I rub circles on my chest, trying to ease the panic that seizes me like one of the knots I so skillfully execute.
Slower. Heart stops galloping. Fucking finally.
I take more deep breaths, letting them out in measured increments. Fucking shrink told me to own my physical body and the rest might follow.
Already translated. Translated by Nelson Leonel De Benedetti