Warden's Widow (Hellroaring MC)
She wore white to her husband's funeral because the man who killed him ordered it.
I am the chaplain of the Hellroaring MC. I bury men. That is the whole of my office and I have never once turned the work down, which is why I rode three hundred miles east under a flag of truce to put a rival president in the ground.
Twenty degrees at that graveside. Two hundred bikes frosting over on the fence line. Every patch in the Bakken standing in two lines from the road to the hole.
And his widow out in the cold in white, holding herself so still it reads as poise to anyone who does not know what produces it.
I was there to read the service. I read it properly. Then the new president stepped up to take her along with the charter, the way that country still does it, and both clubs stood there and let it happen.
So I closed my book and said a sentence out loud that starts wars.
She is under my club's protection now. She is under my roof. She has thirteen months of mourning left, and I made a vow before God about widows a long time before I ever made one to a table full of outlaws.
I am going to keep both of them.
She was married at twenty-two to a man who taught her to stand very still, and in a dozen years nobody asked her once what she wanted.
I intend to ask her every single day until she has an answer.
Warden's Widow is Book 4 in the Hellroaring MC series. Dark, gritty, open door MC romance featuring a forbidden slow burn, an enemy's widow, an older morally grey antihero, and a preacher with blood on his hands. Standalone with a guaranteed HEA. No cheating. No cliffhangers.
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