Shoal's Salvation

She built it from nothing. He'll burn down anyone who tries to take it. Willa Greer poured two years of tips into a corner lot nobody wanted and turned it into the only thing she's ever owned. When a gambling outfit smashes her espresso machine and leaves a deadline on her counter, she grabs a broom and opens for business anyway—until a man with pale blue eyes and a Daytona Raiders cut pulls over and starts asking questions she didn't invite. He rode past every morning. He should have stopped sooner. Shoal hasn't saved anyone since the night the Atlantic took two of his teammates. He rides tail gun, watches the backs of men he'd die for, and keeps his distance from everything else. But when he sees Willa standing in broken glass with a jaw set like concrete, something cracks open that three years of grief couldn't touch. She's his. She just doesn't know it yet. The gambling boss wanted her corner. The Raiders want his head. Franklin Moody has been running backroom poker and loan-sharking along the A1A corridor for fifteen years. Now he's pushed into Raider territory without permission—and the woman who told his collectors no is standing between Shoal and the war he's about to start. As the bodies stack up and Willa is pulled deeper into the MC world, she discovers that the most dangerous thing on the Florida coast isn't the men trying to destroy her life. It's the one man who'd destroy everything else to keep her in his.