Sledge

She grew her life from a dead lot. Hell tear down anyone who tries to salt the ground.

Lacey Dunn poured nine years of dirt-under-the-nails work into turning a bankrupt nursery on Tulsas west side into the flower shop every family on the strip calls when it matters — weddings, funerals, the quiet graveside arrangements nobody else gets right. When she walks in on a professional heist in progress and locks eyes with the man running it, her shop, her name, and her life become a loose end a very dangerous man intends to close.

She doesnt need a bodyguard. But six-three of broken-toothed Renegade shows up anyway.

Sledge — Warlord of the Mother Road Renegades MC — has spent his whole life being a weapon. Point him at a problem, the problem stops. When a soft, fierce florist in rubber boots runs screaming into his territory with a killer on her heels, the man who never wanted anything for himself decides this woman, this shop, and this fight are his.

Lacey has conditions. She fights beside him, not behind him. Shell throw lime in a mans eyes and a clay pot at his head and then hold the Warlords broken arm in her lap like its something precious. She wont be tucked away or talked around — not by the threat closing in, and not by the man whos claiming her one possessive touch at a time.

As the body count rises and the enemys noose tightens around the strip she built from nothing, Sledge and Lacey discover that the most dangerous thing on the Mother Road isnt the man in the suit who doesnt leave witnesses. Its what happens when a woman who grows things meets a man who breaks them — and they teach each other what to do with their hands.

Book 7 in the Mother Road Renegades MC series. Guaranteed HEA. No cliffhangers. No cheating.