There was something different about the Bloodless Saints MC of Rock Bottom, TN.
They were new in town.
They kept to themselves.
They were all gorgeous. Especially the one that went by Shiver—tall and handsome with the broadest set of shoulders I’d ever seen.
I started frequently running into him in town, as if fate was trying to push us together.
But when a pair of young children and their parents vanished, I knew the MC was behind it, and I was going to prove it—even if it got me killed.