Rook's Vow

By the time the rock comes through her front window, she’s already decided she won’t scare.

The truck stop is all she has left of her grandparents—grease on the floor, neon hum, burnt coffee at 3 a.m.—and she’s kept it running with the same stubbornness she uses on drunks and mouthy truckers. Men slam doors. Men raise voices. Men eventually leave.

The Iron Jackals don’t.

They roll into her small town like they own the highway, parking their bikes across her pumps, turning her booths into back-room offices. Her regulars stop coming. Cash dries up. Fear settles in the corners with the dust.

She tells them to get out. They answer with broken glass.

That’s when Rook stops pretending he’s just there for the coffee.

Ex-military, Forsaken Angels patch on his back, he’s been a quiet fixture at her counter for months—always the same stool, the same black mug, the same watchful eyes tracking every stranger who walks through her door. She never asked what he was waiting for.

Turns out, he was waiting for this.

Rook has already chosen his side, and it’s the woman who thinks she doesn’t need anyone. The woman he’s been memorizing in the dead hours before dawn. The woman he’s ready to kill for when the Jackals come riding back to claim what they think is theirs.

In a town small enough that everyone hears engines before they see the dust, Rook’s vow is simple: touch her and die. Keeping that promise will cost blood, secrets, and the last of their good sense—but it might also give them something neither of them planned on surviving: a future.

Rook’s Vow is a standalone, steamy, open-door biker protector romance set in a connected world, with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhangers.