She poured for every man in the river bottom and remembered every name. He delivered her kegs with his sleeves buttoned and his hands scrubbed raw.
Angie Hurst has run the Wheelhouse alone for five years — the only bar in four counties where a man can sit on a stool long enough to be known. When her brother disappears and leaves two crates of stolen rifles in her cellar, the men who want them back start showing up at her bar, and they're not ordering drinks.
Cull hasn't told anyone his real name in eighteen years. As the Bone Orchard MC's enforcer, he does the hard part of every job without argument and scrubs his hands after. Then he stays too long in a bartender's cellar, and the woman who comes down the stairs to find him has a backbone that won't bend and hands that won't shake — and he's done walking away from her.
When a gun trafficker decides Angie's cellar is worth burning her life to the ground, the Bone Orchard puts itself between her and everything coming up that road. But Cull isn't just protecting club territory. He's claiming the woman who gave him an order behind her own bar and made him take it — and he'll put every man Cecil Roark sends into the ground to keep her.
Dangerous men. Explosive action. A brotherhood forged in blood. And a love story that hits like a fist and holds on like a vow.
Cull is book 9 in the Bone Orchard MC Series. No cliffhanger. No cheating. HEA guaranteed.
