He didn't buy me. He married me so nobody else could.
My father sold me on a bar napkin for forty thousand dollars.
He was president of an outlaw club and he died face down in the clubhouse kitchen with the marker still open, and the debt did not die with him. It changed hands. It became me. In nine days the man who runs the labor camps south of town is coming to collect what I am worth, and every patched man in this building has already decided to look at the floor when he does.
Then Diesel rode into Ferris.
Three hundred miles east of the only club he ever loved, sent to take a gavel nobody wanted, he read the books before he shook a single hand. He found my name in my father's handwriting in the collateral column. He never asked me what I wanted. He set a ring on the table and told a room full of killers I was already claimed.
Now I am married to a man I have known six days. I sleep in his bed. I wear his club on my back. And the part that should terrify me is how easy it is to breathe when he stands between me and the door.
They still think they can collect.
They have no idea what my husband does to men who reach for what belongs to him.
Diesel's Bride is Book 1 in the Hellroaring MC series. Dark, gritty, open door MC romance featuring forced marriage, a morally grey president who has never once let go of a thing he decided was his, and a touch her and die hero who will burn a county to the ground first. Standalone with a guaranteed HEA. No cheating. No cliffhangers.