Three years ago they buried him. Tonight the ghost rides back through the gate.

Marisol Wolcott has spent two years surviving a marriage built on debt, not love. When her husband’s boots stay under another woman’s door until four in the morning, she finally faces the truth: the life she accepted to save her father’s freight company is a cage. Then the man she never stopped loving rolls into the Redline compound on the bike everyone swore was scrap.

Judah Wolcott was stripped of his cut, his name, and the woman he wanted for a crime he never committed. Exile taught him how to stay alive. Coming home teaches him what it costs to protect the one person he never stopped belonging to—especially when that person is now his brother’s wife and the club’s most dangerous enemies start hunting the secrets her father left behind.

Loyalty is tested. Old blood is spilled. And the only way either of them survives is by deciding whether the truth is worth more than the club that tried to bury it.

If you crave high-stakes motorcycle club romance, second-chance heat, and the kind of protective hero who will burn the world to keep her breathing, start reading tonight.