Iron Vow MC Series by Tessa Knox

I was losing everything — my grandmother's bakery, my savings, my sleep. The last thing I needed was a tattooed biker president watching me from across the street like I belonged to him. Dominic "Diesel" Varrano doesn't ask permission. He doesn't explain himself. He just shows up — day after day — with those dark eyes and that quiet intensity that makes me forget I swore off depending on anyone. He says he's protecting my block. I say he's a complication I can't afford... moreI was losing everything — my grandmother's bakery, my savings, my sleep. The last thing I needed was a tattooed biker president watching me from across the street like I belonged to him. Dominic "Diesel" Varrano doesn't ask permission. He doesn't explain himself. He just shows up — day after day — with those dark eyes and that quiet intensity that makes me forget I swore off depending on anyone. He says he's protecting my block. I say he's a complication I can't afford. But when the threats get closer and the walls start closing in, he's the only one standing between me and the men who want to take everything I have left. He calls me his. I tell him I'm not anyone's. The problem? Every time he touches me, I stop believing that. He's dangerous. He's possessive. And he's not going anywhere. The only question is — am I brave enough to let him stay? less

I stitched him up at two in the morning five years ago. Thirty-two sutures, a smart mouth, and a laugh that followed me home. I never expected to see him again. Now he's everywhere — at my best friend's bakery, in my small town, crouching down to talk to my five-year-old daughter like she's the most important person in the world. He carves her wooden motorcycles. He changes my flat tires without being asked. He looks at me like I'm an answer to something he's been carrying for years... moreI stitched him up at two in the morning five years ago. Thirty-two sutures, a smart mouth, and a laugh that followed me home. I never expected to see him again. Now he's everywhere — at my best friend's bakery, in my small town, crouching down to talk to my five-year-old daughter like she's the most important person in the world. He carves her wooden motorcycles. He changes my flat tires without being asked. He looks at me like I'm an answer to something he's been carrying for years. I don't trust men who live on the edge. I can't afford to. Not with Nola. Not with everything I've built alone. But when my daughter's absent father returns demanding custody, the biker I swore I'd never need becomes the only man I can't push away. Some vows are made in silence. His might be the one that saves us. less

I expected paperwork. I expected photographs and fire damage and a standard insurance claim. I did not expect him. Six-three, scarred, silent — the Iron Vow MC's enforcer stands in my way like a wall built to keep the world out. He doesn't want me here. I don't want to notice the way his hands shake when I get too close. But the fire that destroyed his auto shop wasn't an accident. Someone is sending a message, and now that I'm digging for the truth, they're coming for me too... moreI expected paperwork. I expected photographs and fire damage and a standard insurance claim. I did not expect him. Six-three, scarred, silent — the Iron Vow MC's enforcer stands in my way like a wall built to keep the world out. He doesn't want me here. I don't want to notice the way his hands shake when I get too close. But the fire that destroyed his auto shop wasn't an accident. Someone is sending a message, and now that I'm digging for the truth, they're coming for me too. He says he's dangerous. He says I shouldn't look too close. But every late night in that burned-out garage strips another layer of armor away — his and mine. I've walked into burning buildings before. I know what it feels like when a structure is about to collapse. I just never expected to fall with it. less

I wasn't supposed to stop running. I walked out of my own wedding, drove until my car died on the shoulder of a highway outside a town I'd never heard of, and stood there in a dirty wedding dress, laughing at the sky like a woman who'd finally lost everything — and liked it. Then a motorcycle slowed beside me. The rider didn't speak. He just handed me a helmet. Gideon doesn't talk. Not about where he comes from. Not about the guilt that carved the silence into him... moreI wasn't supposed to stop running. I walked out of my own wedding, drove until my car died on the shoulder of a highway outside a town I'd never heard of, and stood there in a dirty wedding dress, laughing at the sky like a woman who'd finally lost everything — and liked it. Then a motorcycle slowed beside me. The rider didn't speak. He just handed me a helmet. Gideon doesn't talk. Not about where he comes from. Not about the guilt that carved the silence into him. He watches, he protects, and he disappears before anyone gets close enough to ask why. But I'm not the kind of woman who lets a man disappear. He says nothing. I say everything. And somewhere between his quiet and my chaos, we built something neither of us was brave enough to want. He told me to stay. I told him I would. Some promises are louder than words. less