Desiring Dagger

He memorized her routine before he ever spoke to her.I found her through a bookstore window on a parts run, and something in my head went quiet for the first time since Kunar.She calls herself Rory English. That name came out of a federal file. I had her wireless network by Friday and her handler's cameras by Sunday, and I have sat in the green chair by that window every afternoon for fourteen months, buying coffee I never drink, counting the steps from her register to the back door.She thinks I'm a grumpy regular.I'm the thing standing between her and the men who are coming.When two cars start running loops around Main Street, I stop pretending. I take her out of that town in the back of a truck and put her behind eight feet of steel at the Canyon Vipers compound, in a room with no handle on the inside, and I tell her the truth about what I am.She should run.She asks me to stay.Now a hundred men are driving into Bishop Creek to burn a Montana town off the map to get to her, and the last honest thing I have left is a promise: every rifle I own points away from her. Always.Desiring Dagger is a standalone dark MC romance with a possessive ex-sniper anti-hero, a witness who stops running, forced proximity, a small-town siege, and a hard-won happily ever after. Explicit content and violence. Intended for readers 18+.