She walked into the clubhouse under a fake name. He recognized her eyes the second she poured his whiskey.

Rhys Calloway spent two years believing her sister’s overdose was an accident—until a reopened toxicology report and a forty-thousand-dollar hole in the Wildcat Sovereigns’ books proved otherwise. Sent undercover as bartender Nora Quinn, she only needs six months to dig up the truth. She never expected the man waiting behind the bar to be Emmett Kingston, the boy who vanished six years ago without a word… and the club’s vice president.

Emmett has spent a decade balancing the club’s books and burying its secrets. Now the council is forcing him into a political marriage that will keep federal heat off their transport routes, and the last person he can afford to protect is the woman whose sister died under their roof. Every private moment with Rhys risks exposure. Every lie he tells to keep her breathing only deepens the distance between them.

But when a hidden folder surfaces, a sergeant-at-arms’ name is linked to the payout, and a rival club starts hitting their runs with uncanny precision, the carefully constructed silence around Laney’s death begins to crack. Rhys came for answers. Emmett is still trying to keep her alive long enough to get them. Between a forced engagement, a president who will bury anything that threatens the club, and a conspiracy thirty years in the making, the only way out is through the truth—no matter who it destroys.

If you crave gritty motorcycle club romance, high-stakes undercover tension, second-chance heartache, and an alpha who will burn the world to protect the woman he never stopped loving, start reading The Club’s Fallen Angel today.