Saltwater Kings MC Series by Tessa Knox

I came to Anchor Bay to outrun a broken heart. I wasn't looking for trouble. Then Dominic Voss walked into my trauma ward — tattooed, silent, jaw sharp enough to cut glass — and looked at me like I was a problem he didn't need. He doesn't smile. He barely speaks. He carries the weight of his motorcycle club like the ocean carries the tide — constant, heavy, alone. I should have kept my distance. But I'm not wired for distance... moreI came to Anchor Bay to outrun a broken heart. I wasn't looking for trouble. Then Dominic Voss walked into my trauma ward — tattooed, silent, jaw sharp enough to cut glass — and looked at me like I was a problem he didn't need. He doesn't smile. He barely speaks. He carries the weight of his motorcycle club like the ocean carries the tide — constant, heavy, alone. I should have kept my distance. But I'm not wired for distance. I'm wired for cracking open impossible men and finding what they're hiding. What he's hiding is a heart so fierce it terrifies him. Now someone wants to destroy everything his club has built, and I'm caught between a man who won't let me in and a threat that won't let me go. He says he can't afford to fall. But I've already jumped. less

I climbed out a second-story window in a twelve-thousand-dollar wedding dress and ran until my feet bled. The first door I found open was a biker bar on the Maine coast. The man at the end of the bar looked like he hadn't slept in days. He didn't ask questions. He just slid me his whiskey. Callum Mercer is a ghost — a nomad biker who hasn't called anywhere home in three years. He's damaged, distant, and completely wrong for a woman who just escaped a life built by someone else... moreI climbed out a second-story window in a twelve-thousand-dollar wedding dress and ran until my feet bled. The first door I found open was a biker bar on the Maine coast. The man at the end of the bar looked like he hadn't slept in days. He didn't ask questions. He just slid me his whiskey. Callum Mercer is a ghost — a nomad biker who hasn't called anywhere home in three years. He's damaged, distant, and completely wrong for a woman who just escaped a life built by someone else. But he's the one who hides me when they come looking. The one who sits with me in the dark without demanding I explain. The one whose hands shake when he finally kisses me. He says he doesn't stay. I say I don't trust. We're both lying. And this small town harbor might just be the wreck that saves us both. less

I've been invisible for three years. New name. New town. A bookshop by the sea where every story ends well — even if mine never did. Then he started walking past my window. Scarred. Silent. Dangerous in a way that should terrify me. But the man who slows down in front of Tidepool Books every morning isn't the kind of dangerous I know. He picks up stray cats. He fixes my locks without being asked... moreI've been invisible for three years. New name. New town. A bookshop by the sea where every story ends well — even if mine never did. Then he started walking past my window. Scarred. Silent. Dangerous in a way that should terrify me. But the man who slows down in front of Tidepool Books every morning isn't the kind of dangerous I know. He picks up stray cats. He fixes my locks without being asked. He sits in my armchair and drinks coffee and never once asks about the bruises I stopped being able to hide. I told myself I'd never let anyone close again. I told myself the walls I built were strong enough. I was wrong. Because now my past is coming for me — and the only man standing between me and the darkness is the one I swore I'd never need. What happens when two broken people stop pretending they're not on fire? less