Scarlett Cole's Blog
November 21, 2025
👀 Do book titles even matter?
Hey Passionistas,
If you’ve been riding with me for a while, you know I’m a sucker for a title with a theme.
🖤 All my Love Distilled books were Love In (something).
🎸 The Excess All Areas rockstars? Four-word song titles.
🔧 And my Outlaws? The (something) I (something). Every single time.
Because for me, the title is more than a way to identify the book. It’s a heartbeat. It's the first thing to give you a clue to the pulse of the story.
So today, I'm excited to tell you why the next Iron Outlaws Colorado book is called:
THE TOUCH WE SEEK.
Let’s talk about that word: touch.
There’s the kind that brushes skin — soft, electric, accidental. The kind that teases. Excites. Soothes.
But then there’s the kind that sees you.
The kind of touch that doesn’t just say I want you, but I accept you. I understand you. I’ve got you, exactly as you are.
And seek?
That’s not a swipe-right hunger.
It’s the ache in your chest. The thing that keeps you up at night. The desperate need to find and be found — and to finally find someone who gets you.
And that's what Catfish and Wren's story is about.
Not just s3x and bikes and revenge (though there’s plenty of that, too).
This is Catfish and Wren coming to terms with what they are to each other — and how far they’ll go to protect it.
Meet Wren and Catfish.
They couldn’t be more different.
Wren is a non-binary (AFAB) hacker who’s learned to survive by staying invisible. Catfish is a loyal, inked-up MC member who thought he knew how the rest of his life was going to go… until Wren blows his world wide open.
What starts as protection turns into obsession. What starts as a job becomes home. It’s about choosing each other—over and over again, even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy.
💥 If you like…
✔️ Gritty, emotional slow burns
✔️ First times that matter
✔️ Dirty talk + tender intimacy
✔️ Protective bikers who fall hard and fall forever
…then The Touch We Seek was written for you.
🛒 PREORDER NOW: https://books2read.com/thetouchweseek
Your future self will thank you, especially if you read wide.
Thank you for riding with me through this world I’ve built. Writing Wren and Catfish changed me—and I can’t wait to see what they do to you.
Until January (so save your gift cards!!)
xo,
Scarlett 🖤
If you’ve been riding with me for a while, you know I’m a sucker for a title with a theme.
🖤 All my Love Distilled books were Love In (something).
🎸 The Excess All Areas rockstars? Four-word song titles.
🔧 And my Outlaws? The (something) I (something). Every single time.
Because for me, the title is more than a way to identify the book. It’s a heartbeat. It's the first thing to give you a clue to the pulse of the story.
So today, I'm excited to tell you why the next Iron Outlaws Colorado book is called:
THE TOUCH WE SEEK.
Let’s talk about that word: touch.
There’s the kind that brushes skin — soft, electric, accidental. The kind that teases. Excites. Soothes.
But then there’s the kind that sees you.
The kind of touch that doesn’t just say I want you, but I accept you. I understand you. I’ve got you, exactly as you are.
And seek?
That’s not a swipe-right hunger.
It’s the ache in your chest. The thing that keeps you up at night. The desperate need to find and be found — and to finally find someone who gets you.
And that's what Catfish and Wren's story is about.
Not just s3x and bikes and revenge (though there’s plenty of that, too).
This is Catfish and Wren coming to terms with what they are to each other — and how far they’ll go to protect it.
Meet Wren and Catfish.
They couldn’t be more different.
Wren is a non-binary (AFAB) hacker who’s learned to survive by staying invisible. Catfish is a loyal, inked-up MC member who thought he knew how the rest of his life was going to go… until Wren blows his world wide open.
What starts as protection turns into obsession. What starts as a job becomes home. It’s about choosing each other—over and over again, even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy.
💥 If you like…
✔️ Gritty, emotional slow burns
✔️ First times that matter
✔️ Dirty talk + tender intimacy
✔️ Protective bikers who fall hard and fall forever
…then The Touch We Seek was written for you.
🛒 PREORDER NOW: https://books2read.com/thetouchweseek
Your future self will thank you, especially if you read wide.
Thank you for riding with me through this world I’ve built. Writing Wren and Catfish changed me—and I can’t wait to see what they do to you.
Until January (so save your gift cards!!)
xo,
Scarlett 🖤
October 18, 2025
The Trust We Broke is LIVE!
Hey Passionistas,
The Trust We Broke is LIVE.
This is not a drill. Grudge is sitting on Amazon and in KU just waiting for you to go grab him and ... well, what you do with him from there is no concern of mine 😝
This was an emotional rollercoaster of a book to write. Grudge did not behave, and he's by far the biggest book in the series. In the book itself, he'll make a point of reminding Lucy that size matters!
But back to facts! Grudge went to pr!son for defending Lucy. And Lucy divorced him to survive.
Eight years later, she’s back in his life — and he’s ready to fight with, and then for, the woman he never stopped loving.
This story broke me in the best way. It’s raw, redemptive, and full of that “it-hurts-but-I-can’t-stop-reading” energy. Good luck putting it down to go to bed.
If you love:
✅ ruthless bikers who turn into absolute cinnamon rolls for their women
✅ fierce, self-made heroines
✅ angst, spice, and redemption arcs that heal you in all the right places
…then this one’s for you.
Scroll down to read a NSFW excerpt, and to catch my usual update from the hot seat!
xo,
Scarlett
In the lead up to the scene, Lucy got hurt trying to move out of the way of Grudge's bike, and even though he's still mad at her, the muscle memory of their history kicks in for both of them. So he carries her back to her apartment bathroom. Oh, and the hurt/comfort vibes are STRONG!
* * *
When he’s done, he grips my chin and holds my face tilted up to him. I have to crane my neck to look up that far, given how close he is to me. He smells of leather and fresh air.
“You and me have got a ton we need to say to each other. Arguably, you should have said it the day before you sent those divorce papers. And we’re going to have that reckoning whether you want it or not, if you insist on sticking around.” His hand goes to the bump on the side of my head. “But I’m not so much of a monster that I’m going to make you do it now. So, you’re going to let me get you into that tub and stay here for a while so you can sleep, and I don’t have to worry about whether you are in here alone, dying from a brain bleed.”
I open my mouth to fight back, but I know I’m not going to win this. And if I were being objective and smart instead of emotional and a coward, I’d realize what he’s saying makes sense.
I should tell him about the files, but I can’t tell him now, when I’m chilled to the bone, hurting, and unable to think clearly.
There was always something in Zach’s tone that told me whether there was room to maneuver. I could always read between the lines; maybe it’s what makes me a good defense attorney. What people say is literally the tip of the iceberg.
Beneath the surface, though, is body language and intuition and the ability to look for nuance.
And I always knew when I’d pushed him too far.
His hand moves to my arm and gently removes the sleeve I put my phone in.
Then, he unzips my running jacket painfully slowly. I glance at his hand, and it’s hard to explain to myself the sudden spring of tears.
His knuckles now say LUCK, not LUCE.
You can’t get my name on your knuckles. It’s going to hurt.
He looked at me so sincerely, it drove a spike through my heart.
Everything I do is for you, for us. If it takes a few moments of pain to make that clear to everyone, it’s worth it.
I sat next to him, holding his other hand while he had it done. The tattoo artist grinned at the two of us. It was clear Grudge didn’t need emotional support from me. He was already covered in ink and knew what to expect, but he let me hover, checking he was okay after every single letter.
And he let me care for it when we got home. While Grudge already knew what he was doing to take care of new ink, I’d searched it up online and insisted on being the one to wash it gently and apply the lotion the tattoo artist recommended to help it heal.
“I’m calling a truce for the next few hours,” Grudge says. His voice is rough, like he’s drunk one too many whiskeys. And I remember how his lips used to taste after he downed a glass.
I shake my head. “There’s too much water under the bridge for us to do that.”
Grudge shakes his head too. “Not when it comes to you and me, there isn’t.”
He slides my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms. For all his words, there’s a reverence to his touch. The feel of his calloused palms brushing over my skin is so familiar, a shiver runs through me.
I should probably care that I’m sweaty and I don’t remember the last time I shaved my legs, but in the big scheme of things to worry about, I don’t have the capacity.
“I don’t know how far I’m going to let this go,” I say.
Grudge bites his lower lip for a second. “Me neither.”
Yet our reasons couldn’t be more opposite. He has no idea how much it broke me to divorce him. How long I grieved for him. How much of my heart he still carries with him.
Maybe that’s why Henry cheated. Maybe he could sense that he didn’t have my whole heart and went looking for it elsewhere.
And I can only guess why Grudge is unsure. I abandoned him when he needed me most, without a word.
Both of us reluctant and unsure.
Him, because he doesn’t want to be destroyed by me again. And me, because my heart may never recover if I let it believe there’s a chance for the two of us. It’s held together with pieces of string.
Grudge pauses and shrugs out of his jacket, tugs off his hoodie, then kicks off his boots and socks before opening the bathroom door to toss them outside.
As he closes the door, a blast of cooler air wafts over me.
Tell him no.
The words bounce around in my head. My brain trying so hard to stop my heart from making a reckless mistake.
But I can’t bring the words to life.
He’s wearing a black Henley and pushes the sleeves up over thickly veined and inked arms. For a moment, he moves so close, dipping his head as he moves, that I think he’s going to kiss me.
But at the final moment, he pulls back.
I see the need in his dark brown eyes, knowing it must mirror the need in my own.
Grudge slips his hands beneath the hem of my T-shirt, and I keep waiting for my sanity to kick in. But we’re both masochists, here for whatever pain we’re going to cause each other next.
He lifts my running top over my head and balls it up before tossing it into the corner. Gently, he runs a fingertip over the curve of my breast. His brow furrows for a second, and I can only imagine the mental talking-to he’s giving himself right now.
And for some reason, I want to ease him. Because this shouldn’t be harder on him than it is on me. I’ve done him enough damage.
Maybe it’s time for me to take my punishment and make this easier on him.
“It’s okay,” I say. His eyes flit to mine, and I nod. “Truce, remember?”
He drops to one knee and pulls off my sneakers and socks, and then surprises me by wrapping his hands tightly around my waist and pressing his forehead to my stomach as he hugs me hard.
Tears sting my eyes again.
This big, brave, selfless man has known enough pain. I slide my fingers up the smooth undercut, over the webbed tattoos that etch his skin, and thread them into his hair. Holding his head in both hands, I kiss the top of it.
“Luce,” he says gruffly, gripping my hips, hard.
And I kiss him again.
I have no clue whether I should be making the first move, but I want him to know it’s okay to touch me however he wants to. To kiss me however he wants to.
His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my running tights and then shimmy them down over my hips. Once they are around my ankles, I hold onto his shoulders to lift one foot at a time for him to remove them.
The silence is killing me.
I want him to verbalize what he’s thinking, like he always used to. I want him to tell me how my body drives him wild. But I’m a little older, a little softer than I was back then. Maybe it isn’t as appealing to him as it used to be.
I banish that thought. If he wants me, he needs to take who I am, now. Not who I was all that time ago.
He repeats the action with my panties, until I’m left standing in just my sports bra. Unable to wait, I tug that off over my head, so I am standing utterly naked before him.
Grudge surprises me by lowering his shoulders and placing his face right up against my p*ssy. But he doesn’t reach out with his tongue or dip into me with his fingers.
He simply kneels there, inhaling my scent like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever smelled.
When he stands, he cups my cheeks, and then pushes my hair back off my face.
“You’re going to ruin me all over again,” he says. “I don’t think I can let you do that twice.”
Want more? Then grab it here in ebook and paperback: https://mybook.to/TheTrustWeBroke
The Trust We Broke is LIVE.
This is not a drill. Grudge is sitting on Amazon and in KU just waiting for you to go grab him and ... well, what you do with him from there is no concern of mine 😝
This was an emotional rollercoaster of a book to write. Grudge did not behave, and he's by far the biggest book in the series. In the book itself, he'll make a point of reminding Lucy that size matters!
But back to facts! Grudge went to pr!son for defending Lucy. And Lucy divorced him to survive.
Eight years later, she’s back in his life — and he’s ready to fight with, and then for, the woman he never stopped loving.
This story broke me in the best way. It’s raw, redemptive, and full of that “it-hurts-but-I-can’t-stop-reading” energy. Good luck putting it down to go to bed.
If you love:
✅ ruthless bikers who turn into absolute cinnamon rolls for their women
✅ fierce, self-made heroines
✅ angst, spice, and redemption arcs that heal you in all the right places
…then this one’s for you.
Scroll down to read a NSFW excerpt, and to catch my usual update from the hot seat!
xo,
Scarlett
In the lead up to the scene, Lucy got hurt trying to move out of the way of Grudge's bike, and even though he's still mad at her, the muscle memory of their history kicks in for both of them. So he carries her back to her apartment bathroom. Oh, and the hurt/comfort vibes are STRONG!
* * *
When he’s done, he grips my chin and holds my face tilted up to him. I have to crane my neck to look up that far, given how close he is to me. He smells of leather and fresh air.
“You and me have got a ton we need to say to each other. Arguably, you should have said it the day before you sent those divorce papers. And we’re going to have that reckoning whether you want it or not, if you insist on sticking around.” His hand goes to the bump on the side of my head. “But I’m not so much of a monster that I’m going to make you do it now. So, you’re going to let me get you into that tub and stay here for a while so you can sleep, and I don’t have to worry about whether you are in here alone, dying from a brain bleed.”
I open my mouth to fight back, but I know I’m not going to win this. And if I were being objective and smart instead of emotional and a coward, I’d realize what he’s saying makes sense.
I should tell him about the files, but I can’t tell him now, when I’m chilled to the bone, hurting, and unable to think clearly.
There was always something in Zach’s tone that told me whether there was room to maneuver. I could always read between the lines; maybe it’s what makes me a good defense attorney. What people say is literally the tip of the iceberg.
Beneath the surface, though, is body language and intuition and the ability to look for nuance.
And I always knew when I’d pushed him too far.
His hand moves to my arm and gently removes the sleeve I put my phone in.
Then, he unzips my running jacket painfully slowly. I glance at his hand, and it’s hard to explain to myself the sudden spring of tears.
His knuckles now say LUCK, not LUCE.
You can’t get my name on your knuckles. It’s going to hurt.
He looked at me so sincerely, it drove a spike through my heart.
Everything I do is for you, for us. If it takes a few moments of pain to make that clear to everyone, it’s worth it.
I sat next to him, holding his other hand while he had it done. The tattoo artist grinned at the two of us. It was clear Grudge didn’t need emotional support from me. He was already covered in ink and knew what to expect, but he let me hover, checking he was okay after every single letter.
And he let me care for it when we got home. While Grudge already knew what he was doing to take care of new ink, I’d searched it up online and insisted on being the one to wash it gently and apply the lotion the tattoo artist recommended to help it heal.
“I’m calling a truce for the next few hours,” Grudge says. His voice is rough, like he’s drunk one too many whiskeys. And I remember how his lips used to taste after he downed a glass.
I shake my head. “There’s too much water under the bridge for us to do that.”
Grudge shakes his head too. “Not when it comes to you and me, there isn’t.”
He slides my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms. For all his words, there’s a reverence to his touch. The feel of his calloused palms brushing over my skin is so familiar, a shiver runs through me.
I should probably care that I’m sweaty and I don’t remember the last time I shaved my legs, but in the big scheme of things to worry about, I don’t have the capacity.
“I don’t know how far I’m going to let this go,” I say.
Grudge bites his lower lip for a second. “Me neither.”
Yet our reasons couldn’t be more opposite. He has no idea how much it broke me to divorce him. How long I grieved for him. How much of my heart he still carries with him.
Maybe that’s why Henry cheated. Maybe he could sense that he didn’t have my whole heart and went looking for it elsewhere.
And I can only guess why Grudge is unsure. I abandoned him when he needed me most, without a word.
Both of us reluctant and unsure.
Him, because he doesn’t want to be destroyed by me again. And me, because my heart may never recover if I let it believe there’s a chance for the two of us. It’s held together with pieces of string.
Grudge pauses and shrugs out of his jacket, tugs off his hoodie, then kicks off his boots and socks before opening the bathroom door to toss them outside.
As he closes the door, a blast of cooler air wafts over me.
Tell him no.
The words bounce around in my head. My brain trying so hard to stop my heart from making a reckless mistake.
But I can’t bring the words to life.
He’s wearing a black Henley and pushes the sleeves up over thickly veined and inked arms. For a moment, he moves so close, dipping his head as he moves, that I think he’s going to kiss me.
But at the final moment, he pulls back.
I see the need in his dark brown eyes, knowing it must mirror the need in my own.
Grudge slips his hands beneath the hem of my T-shirt, and I keep waiting for my sanity to kick in. But we’re both masochists, here for whatever pain we’re going to cause each other next.
He lifts my running top over my head and balls it up before tossing it into the corner. Gently, he runs a fingertip over the curve of my breast. His brow furrows for a second, and I can only imagine the mental talking-to he’s giving himself right now.
And for some reason, I want to ease him. Because this shouldn’t be harder on him than it is on me. I’ve done him enough damage.
Maybe it’s time for me to take my punishment and make this easier on him.
“It’s okay,” I say. His eyes flit to mine, and I nod. “Truce, remember?”
He drops to one knee and pulls off my sneakers and socks, and then surprises me by wrapping his hands tightly around my waist and pressing his forehead to my stomach as he hugs me hard.
Tears sting my eyes again.
This big, brave, selfless man has known enough pain. I slide my fingers up the smooth undercut, over the webbed tattoos that etch his skin, and thread them into his hair. Holding his head in both hands, I kiss the top of it.
“Luce,” he says gruffly, gripping my hips, hard.
And I kiss him again.
I have no clue whether I should be making the first move, but I want him to know it’s okay to touch me however he wants to. To kiss me however he wants to.
His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my running tights and then shimmy them down over my hips. Once they are around my ankles, I hold onto his shoulders to lift one foot at a time for him to remove them.
The silence is killing me.
I want him to verbalize what he’s thinking, like he always used to. I want him to tell me how my body drives him wild. But I’m a little older, a little softer than I was back then. Maybe it isn’t as appealing to him as it used to be.
I banish that thought. If he wants me, he needs to take who I am, now. Not who I was all that time ago.
He repeats the action with my panties, until I’m left standing in just my sports bra. Unable to wait, I tug that off over my head, so I am standing utterly naked before him.
Grudge surprises me by lowering his shoulders and placing his face right up against my p*ssy. But he doesn’t reach out with his tongue or dip into me with his fingers.
He simply kneels there, inhaling my scent like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever smelled.
When he stands, he cups my cheeks, and then pushes my hair back off my face.
“You’re going to ruin me all over again,” he says. “I don’t think I can let you do that twice.”
Want more? Then grab it here in ebook and paperback: https://mybook.to/TheTrustWeBroke
October 12, 2025
He's almost here!
Hey Passionistas,
The countdown is ON.
In the next few days Grudge will roar into your e-reader and break your heart in all the best ways… then piece it back together with filthy hands and a lifetime promise.
This man is primal, protective, and the new MC president. He’s got revenge on his mind and a second shot at the only woman he ever loved — his ex-wife.
If your romance jam includes:
Second chance, high-heat slow burn
Enemies-to-lovers with an emotional punch
“I hate you but I’ll kill for you” energy
A possessive MC alpha who calls her Bug...
You’re gonna want to preorder now.
Pre-order it here: https://books2read.com/thetrustwebroke
Why? Because this book will be wide for only 48 hours starting next Monday before it goes into Amazon Kindle Unlimited on Thursday — and this is your chance to grab it anywhere you read.
And just because I love you, here’s a never-before-seen exclusive sneak peek — where Lucy falls (literally) into the arms of the man she swore she’d never love again.
Scroll down to read what happens next.
xo,
Scarlett
“Pull your skirt down,” I say when I notice it’s ridden up her legs to reveal the top of the sexiest lace stocking ever wrapped around her tan thighs.
“Shit,” she says, glancing down to see what I’m staring at. She shimmies it down, so it covers what it’s supposed to, but I’m not going to get the image of Ms. Counselor wearing sexy lace shit beneath her please-take-me-seriously suit out of my mind.
I glance up at the top shelf to see what she was trying to reach, and putting what’s up there, with the bananas and whipped cream in her basket, I know she’s about to make sundaes.
They were always her comfort food, and it takes me a moment to bite down on the immediate need to ask her what’s going on, if she’s doing okay.
Because she’s none of my goddamn business anymore.
“Cherries?” I ask. Juicy red maraschino ones.
“I can get them myself.” She folds her arms and pouts.
“Don’t make me pretend I want to pass you what you can’t reach,” I say, grabbing the jar from the top shelf with ease. I reach down to the floor and see her basket, and something about the two pitiful bananas and whipped cream makes me angry.
If she hadn’t divorced me, maybe we’d be here together. Maybe we’d have talked over dinner about what was bothering her tonight. Hell, maybe I’d have come to the store to get her the things for her sundae while she put our kids to bed, or perhaps made it for her when she called me from the office to say she was on her way home.
But no.
Here we are.
Hating each other.
And yet, I still want her, which is infuriating.
I grab the basket from the ground and throw the cherries in it. I just want to do my grocery shopping, get home, and eat some food. Three days ago, I got the shock of my life. Butcher stepped down and announced me as his replacement. The president patch on my cut is so new, I can still smell it. The first twenty-four hours were spent drinking and then recovering from the world’s worst hangover.
Today was spent meeting with people Butcher used to manage our relationships with. A judge in our back pocket. A detective paid to turn the other cheek.
They all know who I am and my record as vice president. Hopefully, my behavior in the past will reassure them that I’m the right person for the president job. Big Daddy shook my hand and slapped my back and said, while he thought the world of Butcher, he was looking forward to the change.
Change I still haven’t gotten my head around.
But Butcher was much more of a people person than I am. Hell, so was Lucy. She was gregarious and funny and could find a way to engage with every single person she talked to.
She’d meet them where they are and would leave the conversation knowing twenty-eight different things about them.
If I want to get my shopping done in peace without bumping into Lucy in every single aisle, I need her to get out of here quick.
And the best way to make that happen…?
I step to the other side of the aisle and grab a box of the fan-shaped waffle wafer things she liked. But instead of handing the basket back to her, I take off down the aisle.
“Grudge,” she shouts when she realizes what I’m doing. I almost stop walking when I hear my road name spill over her lips. Some nights, as we lay in bed after railing each other into the mattress, she’d offer up suggestions about what she thought my road name would be once I finally patched in.
Hawk, because I notice the shit other people don’t.
Chorizo, because I love that stuff.
Eight, because she came eight times that day and decided it was notable.
She was full of suggestions. I wonder if she even considers how deeply she plays a role in my actual name. A brief glance behind me sees her bending to pick up the large purse she had over her shoulder.
Then, I hear the tap, tap, tap of her heels on the store tiles as she runs after me.
It was a long-standing joke between us that she had to take four steps to keep up with one of mine.
Yeah, well, catch me now, Lucy De Bose.
I lose her as I turn into the aisle two over from where she is. There’s a wall of potential toppings. I almost give myself a headache as I scan the shelves at high speed, looking for everything else Lucy puts on her sundae.
Maybe she’s changed; maybe she doesn’t like them anymore. But I’m too pissed to care.
I toss in a packet of marshmallows and some sprinkles.
Farther up the aisle, I find fudge sauce and chocolate sauce. Lucy never combined them, always said they should be kept separated and treated as two different, distinct tastes and desserts.
Not willing to face her as she finally nears me, I grab both and toss them in.
“I didn’t want both of those,” she says, her breath coming thick and fast.
“Too bad,” I say.
I scan the aisle signs and find what I’m looking for in aisle thirteen: chopped nuts.
“Grudge!” Her voice snaps down the aisle. “Just get back here with my basket.”
My eyes whip to hers. “No.”
I stride to the frozen food aisle and head straight for the ice cream. Vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry.
It’s the poor man’s Neapolitan ice cream, made especially for the American market because the original ice creams mirrored the colors of the Italian flag, usually pistachio, vanilla, and cherry or raspberry.
We were in bed, exhausted after a bout of lovemaking. She’d grabbed a container of it, and we both dug in with spoons. She told me I was eating too much of the chocolate, making it uneven. I’d smeared some across her breast and licked it off, and by the time I was done, she didn’t care about the history of ice cream or the flavor ratios.
There isn’t a container of Neapolitan, so I do the next best thing: I throw a container of each flavor into the basket.
“Grudge, stop. I don’t need three.”
I turn around and snarl at her: “You find a container of Neapolitan in there; you come find me at the register.”
Her cheeks are pink, and her tits beneath that silk blouse are heaving. I’m not naturally a cruel person. In fact, there’s a piece of me wondering what it would feel like to sit down and share the sundae with her.
But the truth is, the past is irrelevant, at this point. I got over her.
And by kicking her out of the store, you are going to stay over her.
I resist the urge to call myself a liar.
“Plus, if you buy three, you won’t have to come back to the store for a while, which will reduce the number of times I have to see your face.”
I see the way my words slice through her. Lucy’s always worn her emotions on her sleeve when it came to me. I told her once that I believed she had the brains for law, but not the face. She’d gotten mad until I explained I meant poker face, not looks.
Even then, it took her a couple of days to forgive me.
I turn from her and march to the self-checkout and scan things out at such speed, I could consider an alternate career as a cashier. I launch each one into a grocery bag with the precision of a basketball player in the conference final.
“I mean it. Give. Me. My. Things.” She tries to tug the ice cream out of my hands. People are watching the two of us, but I just keep tossing stuff into bags.
When the total appears on the screen, I grab my phone to pull up my card, but Lucy elbows me in the ribs.
“That’s assault, Lucy. You know better than that.”
The sound she makes is one of fury. She throws her shoulder into me, pushing with all her might.
Her heels go from beneath her, and she sinks to the floor with a thud.
I put my phone down, slip my hands under both her arms, and put her onto her feet before swiping her ass to get the dust off it. The curve is as perfect as I remember. Maybe a few more squats have been done over the years, made it a little rounder. Makes me want to drop to my knees and bite it so hard, she thinks of me every time she sits down for the next week.
“Zach,” she says, my real name passing her lips for the first time. It’s worse than hearing my road name. She could have just stabbed me through the fucking heart, and it would have hurt less. “Stop.”
She shakes out of my hands.
“Everything okay here?” The man wears a badge declaring that his name is Andrew and he’s the store manager. His brow sweats, and he clasps his hands in front of him.
“Yes,” I say.
“No,” Lucy says in parallel.
“Erm,” Andrew says.
I tap his name badge as I pull myself up to my full height in front of him. “Just getting her groceries, then we’ll be out of your hair, Andrew.”
His shoulders drop in relief. “Well, I’ll be…watching…from over there.”
“Yeah,” I say sardonically. “You do that. Oh, and if I see you reach for that phone, I can’t be held responsible for what I do next.”
“Understood,” Andrew mutters, and I want to punch the fucker in the face.
The hypocrisy isn’t lost on me that I wish Andrew were doing a better job looking out for my wife.
Ex-wife.
Ex with a capital E.
“You’re being ridiculous,” Lucy says. “Why did I even follow you around the store? I should have just grabbed a second basket.”
I huff. “Once upon a time, you’d have…” I shake my head instead of finishing the sentence. She used to jump onto my back, and I’d carry her while she laughed.
While she reaches for her purse, I assume to dig out her own means of payment, I use my phone to make the payment for her.
“No, Grudge. Please. Why are you doing this?”
I remember I don’t want her here. I force myself to forget how good her ass felt, how warm my soul felt just from being close to her.
Instead, I grab the bags in both hands.
I don’t tell her I spotted that fancy truck of her father’s, with the even fancier plate that lets the world know who’s driving, when I pulled into the lot.
Nor do I tell her that I took the tracker the club put on my bike and put it onto the truck. And then how, instead of trying to do my grocery shopping, I spied around the aisles like a peeping Tom to get a glance of her.
But, if I can just get her out of my store, out of my town, and out of my state, I’ll be happy.
“What are you doing now?” she asks.
“Just helping a friend,” I say, the words dropping with so much sarcasm, it’s impossible to miss.
I walk out of the store and stride to her father’s truck before putting the bags down by the passenger door.
“You shouldn’t have threatened the store manager,” she says. “You seem to forget you were once a boy who hated spiders and cried the first time he saw the movie Wall-E. You aren’t as big and tough to me as you are to them.”
“Go home,” I say as I walk by her.
Her curls dance around her face in the breeze. “Headed there now,” she shouts.
I turn around and nail her with a glare. “Home to New York, Luce. You aren’t welcome around here anymore.”
The countdown is ON.
In the next few days Grudge will roar into your e-reader and break your heart in all the best ways… then piece it back together with filthy hands and a lifetime promise.
This man is primal, protective, and the new MC president. He’s got revenge on his mind and a second shot at the only woman he ever loved — his ex-wife.
If your romance jam includes:
Second chance, high-heat slow burn
Enemies-to-lovers with an emotional punch
“I hate you but I’ll kill for you” energy
A possessive MC alpha who calls her Bug...
You’re gonna want to preorder now.
Pre-order it here: https://books2read.com/thetrustwebroke
Why? Because this book will be wide for only 48 hours starting next Monday before it goes into Amazon Kindle Unlimited on Thursday — and this is your chance to grab it anywhere you read.
And just because I love you, here’s a never-before-seen exclusive sneak peek — where Lucy falls (literally) into the arms of the man she swore she’d never love again.
Scroll down to read what happens next.
xo,
Scarlett
“Pull your skirt down,” I say when I notice it’s ridden up her legs to reveal the top of the sexiest lace stocking ever wrapped around her tan thighs.
“Shit,” she says, glancing down to see what I’m staring at. She shimmies it down, so it covers what it’s supposed to, but I’m not going to get the image of Ms. Counselor wearing sexy lace shit beneath her please-take-me-seriously suit out of my mind.
I glance up at the top shelf to see what she was trying to reach, and putting what’s up there, with the bananas and whipped cream in her basket, I know she’s about to make sundaes.
They were always her comfort food, and it takes me a moment to bite down on the immediate need to ask her what’s going on, if she’s doing okay.
Because she’s none of my goddamn business anymore.
“Cherries?” I ask. Juicy red maraschino ones.
“I can get them myself.” She folds her arms and pouts.
“Don’t make me pretend I want to pass you what you can’t reach,” I say, grabbing the jar from the top shelf with ease. I reach down to the floor and see her basket, and something about the two pitiful bananas and whipped cream makes me angry.
If she hadn’t divorced me, maybe we’d be here together. Maybe we’d have talked over dinner about what was bothering her tonight. Hell, maybe I’d have come to the store to get her the things for her sundae while she put our kids to bed, or perhaps made it for her when she called me from the office to say she was on her way home.
But no.
Here we are.
Hating each other.
And yet, I still want her, which is infuriating.
I grab the basket from the ground and throw the cherries in it. I just want to do my grocery shopping, get home, and eat some food. Three days ago, I got the shock of my life. Butcher stepped down and announced me as his replacement. The president patch on my cut is so new, I can still smell it. The first twenty-four hours were spent drinking and then recovering from the world’s worst hangover.
Today was spent meeting with people Butcher used to manage our relationships with. A judge in our back pocket. A detective paid to turn the other cheek.
They all know who I am and my record as vice president. Hopefully, my behavior in the past will reassure them that I’m the right person for the president job. Big Daddy shook my hand and slapped my back and said, while he thought the world of Butcher, he was looking forward to the change.
Change I still haven’t gotten my head around.
But Butcher was much more of a people person than I am. Hell, so was Lucy. She was gregarious and funny and could find a way to engage with every single person she talked to.
She’d meet them where they are and would leave the conversation knowing twenty-eight different things about them.
If I want to get my shopping done in peace without bumping into Lucy in every single aisle, I need her to get out of here quick.
And the best way to make that happen…?
I step to the other side of the aisle and grab a box of the fan-shaped waffle wafer things she liked. But instead of handing the basket back to her, I take off down the aisle.
“Grudge,” she shouts when she realizes what I’m doing. I almost stop walking when I hear my road name spill over her lips. Some nights, as we lay in bed after railing each other into the mattress, she’d offer up suggestions about what she thought my road name would be once I finally patched in.
Hawk, because I notice the shit other people don’t.
Chorizo, because I love that stuff.
Eight, because she came eight times that day and decided it was notable.
She was full of suggestions. I wonder if she even considers how deeply she plays a role in my actual name. A brief glance behind me sees her bending to pick up the large purse she had over her shoulder.
Then, I hear the tap, tap, tap of her heels on the store tiles as she runs after me.
It was a long-standing joke between us that she had to take four steps to keep up with one of mine.
Yeah, well, catch me now, Lucy De Bose.
I lose her as I turn into the aisle two over from where she is. There’s a wall of potential toppings. I almost give myself a headache as I scan the shelves at high speed, looking for everything else Lucy puts on her sundae.
Maybe she’s changed; maybe she doesn’t like them anymore. But I’m too pissed to care.
I toss in a packet of marshmallows and some sprinkles.
Farther up the aisle, I find fudge sauce and chocolate sauce. Lucy never combined them, always said they should be kept separated and treated as two different, distinct tastes and desserts.
Not willing to face her as she finally nears me, I grab both and toss them in.
“I didn’t want both of those,” she says, her breath coming thick and fast.
“Too bad,” I say.
I scan the aisle signs and find what I’m looking for in aisle thirteen: chopped nuts.
“Grudge!” Her voice snaps down the aisle. “Just get back here with my basket.”
My eyes whip to hers. “No.”
I stride to the frozen food aisle and head straight for the ice cream. Vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry.
It’s the poor man’s Neapolitan ice cream, made especially for the American market because the original ice creams mirrored the colors of the Italian flag, usually pistachio, vanilla, and cherry or raspberry.
We were in bed, exhausted after a bout of lovemaking. She’d grabbed a container of it, and we both dug in with spoons. She told me I was eating too much of the chocolate, making it uneven. I’d smeared some across her breast and licked it off, and by the time I was done, she didn’t care about the history of ice cream or the flavor ratios.
There isn’t a container of Neapolitan, so I do the next best thing: I throw a container of each flavor into the basket.
“Grudge, stop. I don’t need three.”
I turn around and snarl at her: “You find a container of Neapolitan in there; you come find me at the register.”
Her cheeks are pink, and her tits beneath that silk blouse are heaving. I’m not naturally a cruel person. In fact, there’s a piece of me wondering what it would feel like to sit down and share the sundae with her.
But the truth is, the past is irrelevant, at this point. I got over her.
And by kicking her out of the store, you are going to stay over her.
I resist the urge to call myself a liar.
“Plus, if you buy three, you won’t have to come back to the store for a while, which will reduce the number of times I have to see your face.”
I see the way my words slice through her. Lucy’s always worn her emotions on her sleeve when it came to me. I told her once that I believed she had the brains for law, but not the face. She’d gotten mad until I explained I meant poker face, not looks.
Even then, it took her a couple of days to forgive me.
I turn from her and march to the self-checkout and scan things out at such speed, I could consider an alternate career as a cashier. I launch each one into a grocery bag with the precision of a basketball player in the conference final.
“I mean it. Give. Me. My. Things.” She tries to tug the ice cream out of my hands. People are watching the two of us, but I just keep tossing stuff into bags.
When the total appears on the screen, I grab my phone to pull up my card, but Lucy elbows me in the ribs.
“That’s assault, Lucy. You know better than that.”
The sound she makes is one of fury. She throws her shoulder into me, pushing with all her might.
Her heels go from beneath her, and she sinks to the floor with a thud.
I put my phone down, slip my hands under both her arms, and put her onto her feet before swiping her ass to get the dust off it. The curve is as perfect as I remember. Maybe a few more squats have been done over the years, made it a little rounder. Makes me want to drop to my knees and bite it so hard, she thinks of me every time she sits down for the next week.
“Zach,” she says, my real name passing her lips for the first time. It’s worse than hearing my road name. She could have just stabbed me through the fucking heart, and it would have hurt less. “Stop.”
She shakes out of my hands.
“Everything okay here?” The man wears a badge declaring that his name is Andrew and he’s the store manager. His brow sweats, and he clasps his hands in front of him.
“Yes,” I say.
“No,” Lucy says in parallel.
“Erm,” Andrew says.
I tap his name badge as I pull myself up to my full height in front of him. “Just getting her groceries, then we’ll be out of your hair, Andrew.”
His shoulders drop in relief. “Well, I’ll be…watching…from over there.”
“Yeah,” I say sardonically. “You do that. Oh, and if I see you reach for that phone, I can’t be held responsible for what I do next.”
“Understood,” Andrew mutters, and I want to punch the fucker in the face.
The hypocrisy isn’t lost on me that I wish Andrew were doing a better job looking out for my wife.
Ex-wife.
Ex with a capital E.
“You’re being ridiculous,” Lucy says. “Why did I even follow you around the store? I should have just grabbed a second basket.”
I huff. “Once upon a time, you’d have…” I shake my head instead of finishing the sentence. She used to jump onto my back, and I’d carry her while she laughed.
While she reaches for her purse, I assume to dig out her own means of payment, I use my phone to make the payment for her.
“No, Grudge. Please. Why are you doing this?”
I remember I don’t want her here. I force myself to forget how good her ass felt, how warm my soul felt just from being close to her.
Instead, I grab the bags in both hands.
I don’t tell her I spotted that fancy truck of her father’s, with the even fancier plate that lets the world know who’s driving, when I pulled into the lot.
Nor do I tell her that I took the tracker the club put on my bike and put it onto the truck. And then how, instead of trying to do my grocery shopping, I spied around the aisles like a peeping Tom to get a glance of her.
But, if I can just get her out of my store, out of my town, and out of my state, I’ll be happy.
“What are you doing now?” she asks.
“Just helping a friend,” I say, the words dropping with so much sarcasm, it’s impossible to miss.
I walk out of the store and stride to her father’s truck before putting the bags down by the passenger door.
“You shouldn’t have threatened the store manager,” she says. “You seem to forget you were once a boy who hated spiders and cried the first time he saw the movie Wall-E. You aren’t as big and tough to me as you are to them.”
“Go home,” I say as I walk by her.
Her curls dance around her face in the breeze. “Headed there now,” she shouts.
I turn around and nail her with a glare. “Home to New York, Luce. You aren’t welcome around here anymore.”
October 3, 2025
You're not ready for this biker!
Hey Passionistas,
You're gonna love this man. That's it. That's the newsletter. Bye!
Okay. So, it's not the end of the newsletter, obviously. But, it's two weeks until release day! And if you still need convincing about Grudge, read on for 10 reasons you're absolutely going to fall hard for this man.
Because this book has:
🔥 A second chance a decade in the making
🏍️ A grumpy MC president who never stopped loving her
⚖️ A lawyer heroine caught between duty and desire
🖤 And the kind of “touch her and die” energy that makes you scream into your pillow.
Ready for the 10 reasons? Read on!
👇👇👇
1. He’s the President now… and has a pr!mal k!nk a mile wide.
Grudge isn’t just wearing the cut—he owns it. Alpha energy. Ride-or-die loyalty. Every decision is for the club… and LUCY. And when he wants her...oh, my goodness! Nothing gets in his way.
2. He calls her Bug.
It was sweet once. Now, it's a painful memory. Until he says it again for the first time. You’ll never hear a nickname the same way again.
3. This isn’t just a second chance—it’s a second chance to call her his wife again.
They were young. In love. Torn apart by betrayal after she divorced him the day he went inside for four years for protecting her. Now? He's a raging ball of h@te...and a kernel of "I still love my (ex) wife."
4. He’s one breath away from unhinged.
When Lucy’s in danger, Grudge doesn’t just break the rules. He breaks people. The climax is SCORCHED EARTH, and you will feel every heartbeat of it.
5. Size difference.
One bed. One very large biker. One very tiny lawyer. You do the math. 😏
6. The man takes care of her.
From bathing her gently after an injury to checking on her concussion in the middle of the night… this is soft dominance done right. Because after all, they still h@te each other, right?
7. The primal chase scene.
“Then, you better run. Because in twenty seconds, I’m coming to find you."
Yes, it’s filthy. No, you won’t recover.
8. He says, “My wife.”
And you melt. Every. Damn. Time.
9. He never stopped loving her.
He never even tried.
10. Did I tell you some of the OG Outlaws are in this one?
I mean, if the man gives me a reason to bring back King and three others of the OGs, surely that is reason enough to love him!!
Pre-order here: https://books2read.com/thetrustwebroke
📅 Release day?
Wide: 13&14/10 ONLY (so do preorder so you don't miss it)
Amazon & KU: 16/10
Until then…
All my love from me and my bikers,
Scarlett 🤍
You're gonna love this man. That's it. That's the newsletter. Bye!
Okay. So, it's not the end of the newsletter, obviously. But, it's two weeks until release day! And if you still need convincing about Grudge, read on for 10 reasons you're absolutely going to fall hard for this man.
Because this book has:
🔥 A second chance a decade in the making
🏍️ A grumpy MC president who never stopped loving her
⚖️ A lawyer heroine caught between duty and desire
🖤 And the kind of “touch her and die” energy that makes you scream into your pillow.
Ready for the 10 reasons? Read on!
👇👇👇
1. He’s the President now… and has a pr!mal k!nk a mile wide.
Grudge isn’t just wearing the cut—he owns it. Alpha energy. Ride-or-die loyalty. Every decision is for the club… and LUCY. And when he wants her...oh, my goodness! Nothing gets in his way.
2. He calls her Bug.
It was sweet once. Now, it's a painful memory. Until he says it again for the first time. You’ll never hear a nickname the same way again.
3. This isn’t just a second chance—it’s a second chance to call her his wife again.
They were young. In love. Torn apart by betrayal after she divorced him the day he went inside for four years for protecting her. Now? He's a raging ball of h@te...and a kernel of "I still love my (ex) wife."
4. He’s one breath away from unhinged.
When Lucy’s in danger, Grudge doesn’t just break the rules. He breaks people. The climax is SCORCHED EARTH, and you will feel every heartbeat of it.
5. Size difference.
One bed. One very large biker. One very tiny lawyer. You do the math. 😏
6. The man takes care of her.
From bathing her gently after an injury to checking on her concussion in the middle of the night… this is soft dominance done right. Because after all, they still h@te each other, right?
7. The primal chase scene.
“Then, you better run. Because in twenty seconds, I’m coming to find you."
Yes, it’s filthy. No, you won’t recover.
8. He says, “My wife.”
And you melt. Every. Damn. Time.
9. He never stopped loving her.
He never even tried.
10. Did I tell you some of the OG Outlaws are in this one?
I mean, if the man gives me a reason to bring back King and three others of the OGs, surely that is reason enough to love him!!
Pre-order here: https://books2read.com/thetrustwebroke
📅 Release day?
Wide: 13&14/10 ONLY (so do preorder so you don't miss it)
Amazon & KU: 16/10
Until then…
All my love from me and my bikers,
Scarlett 🤍
September 20, 2025
👑 Is Grudge the king of covers?
Hey Passionistas,
It's starting to get gloomy here in the UK. It's getting darker earlier and it's raining solidly for most of the week. But there is one bright spark this week....
I’ve been dying to reveal Grudge's cover and his tropes (read on to see them!)
This book has everything:
🔥 A second chance a decade in the making
🏍️ A grumpy MC president who never stopped loving her
⚖️ A lawyer heroine caught between duty and desire
🖤 And the kind of “touch her and die” energy that makes you scream into your pillow.
The intense glare. The arms!
And in case you missed it on socials, I’ve got your trope breakdown in emoji form right here (because let’s be real, we all shop with our hearts and our trope brain):
🏍️ MC Romance
⚖️ President vs. Lawyer
💔 Second Chance Romance
💥 Enemies to Lovers
🫦 Hands Off My (Ex) Wife
💪 Size Difference
🔥 Primal Play
🖤 Protector Vibes
If you’re into broken trust, bad decisions, steamy reunions, and a hero who never gave up on his girl… you’re not going to want to miss this one.
Preorders are open: https://books2read.com/thetrustwebroke
It's starting to get gloomy here in the UK. It's getting darker earlier and it's raining solidly for most of the week. But there is one bright spark this week....
I’ve been dying to reveal Grudge's cover and his tropes (read on to see them!)
This book has everything:
🔥 A second chance a decade in the making
🏍️ A grumpy MC president who never stopped loving her
⚖️ A lawyer heroine caught between duty and desire
🖤 And the kind of “touch her and die” energy that makes you scream into your pillow.
The intense glare. The arms!
And in case you missed it on socials, I’ve got your trope breakdown in emoji form right here (because let’s be real, we all shop with our hearts and our trope brain):
🏍️ MC Romance
⚖️ President vs. Lawyer
💔 Second Chance Romance
💥 Enemies to Lovers
🫦 Hands Off My (Ex) Wife
💪 Size Difference
🔥 Primal Play
🖤 Protector Vibes
If you’re into broken trust, bad decisions, steamy reunions, and a hero who never gave up on his girl… you’re not going to want to miss this one.
Preorders are open: https://books2read.com/thetrustwebroke
August 24, 2025
🎃 Don't talk to me about fall...
Hey Passionistas,
I'm not ready for fall. Not because I don't love the season of thick sweaters and boots, but because I believe in sticking with the seasons until they're over. I'm #teamsummer until the 21st of September when I flip like clockwork to #teamfall.
However, I've been enjoying writing the next book in the Iron Outlaws Colorado chapter, because the snow is starting to hit the ground and there's a storm brewing on the horizon ... but more about that in a minute.
First, I’m still reeling.
The Heart We Guard didn’t just launch—it exploded. All because of YOU! You helped it hit the Top 200 on Amazon and become a Top New Release in multiple categories.
And it was flooded with hundreds of reviews and DMs from you all telling me how hard this one hit home.
Here’s just a taste of what readers are saying:
“Greer and Butcher’s story is the best yet in the Iron Outlaws MC series.” — Linda
“S. Cole never disappoints with her motorcycle club romances. They hit every single time.” — Kelly
“⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ This gripping MC romance packs heat, heart, and high stakes.” — Julie
“I ugly cried at the end. A lot.” — Carolyn
“The Iron Outlaws is quite simply the best MC series I have ever read.” — Ann
“Now thatis a redemption arc if ever I read one.” — Sarah (Lou Reads Romance)
If you haven’t met Butcher and Greer yet, it’s not too late to jump in:
👉 Grab THE HEART WE GUARD ; https://books2read.com/TheHeartWeGuardSC
So, what's coming up next?
GRUDGE!!
Yup, if you've already read Butcher's book, you've met Grudge and his heroine already. It's his ex-wife, Lucy De Bose, who served him divorce papers the day he went into prison. And let me tell you, the tension between these two is just WILD! The tropes will be coming soon, but this is a one-of-a-kind second chance romance.
Want to know what the title is? Drumroll please ...
THE TRUST WE BROKE!!!
BLURB:
From USA Today best selling author Scarlett Cole, writing as S. Cole, comes an electrifying second chance romance with extreme 'hands-off-my-wife' vibes romance.
Nothing prepared me for her walking back into my world.
My ex-wife. My weakness.
She left me when I needed her most. Now she’s back with secrets in her eyes and fire in her spine.
She says she’s not mine anymore.
But I see the way she trembles when I get too close.
She can lie to herself all she wants—
I’ve waited eight years for a second chance.
And I won’t lose my wife twice.
Pre-order it here: https://books2read.com/thetrustwebroke
Hope you love it and are as excited as I am about it.
Big love,
S
I'm not ready for fall. Not because I don't love the season of thick sweaters and boots, but because I believe in sticking with the seasons until they're over. I'm #teamsummer until the 21st of September when I flip like clockwork to #teamfall.
However, I've been enjoying writing the next book in the Iron Outlaws Colorado chapter, because the snow is starting to hit the ground and there's a storm brewing on the horizon ... but more about that in a minute.
First, I’m still reeling.
The Heart We Guard didn’t just launch—it exploded. All because of YOU! You helped it hit the Top 200 on Amazon and become a Top New Release in multiple categories.
And it was flooded with hundreds of reviews and DMs from you all telling me how hard this one hit home.
Here’s just a taste of what readers are saying:
“Greer and Butcher’s story is the best yet in the Iron Outlaws MC series.” — Linda
“S. Cole never disappoints with her motorcycle club romances. They hit every single time.” — Kelly
“⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ This gripping MC romance packs heat, heart, and high stakes.” — Julie
“I ugly cried at the end. A lot.” — Carolyn
“The Iron Outlaws is quite simply the best MC series I have ever read.” — Ann
“Now thatis a redemption arc if ever I read one.” — Sarah (Lou Reads Romance)
If you haven’t met Butcher and Greer yet, it’s not too late to jump in:
👉 Grab THE HEART WE GUARD ; https://books2read.com/TheHeartWeGuardSC
So, what's coming up next?
GRUDGE!!
Yup, if you've already read Butcher's book, you've met Grudge and his heroine already. It's his ex-wife, Lucy De Bose, who served him divorce papers the day he went into prison. And let me tell you, the tension between these two is just WILD! The tropes will be coming soon, but this is a one-of-a-kind second chance romance.
Want to know what the title is? Drumroll please ...
THE TRUST WE BROKE!!!
BLURB:
From USA Today best selling author Scarlett Cole, writing as S. Cole, comes an electrifying second chance romance with extreme 'hands-off-my-wife' vibes romance.
Nothing prepared me for her walking back into my world.
My ex-wife. My weakness.
She left me when I needed her most. Now she’s back with secrets in her eyes and fire in her spine.
She says she’s not mine anymore.
But I see the way she trembles when I get too close.
She can lie to herself all she wants—
I’ve waited eight years for a second chance.
And I won’t lose my wife twice.
Pre-order it here: https://books2read.com/thetrustwebroke
Hope you love it and are as excited as I am about it.
Big love,
S
July 26, 2025
💙 Meet Butcher: The outlaw who’ll own your heart
Hey Passionistas,
We’re two weeks out from release day and I’m so damn excited to introduce you to the man at the heart of this story:
BUTCHER.
He’s the president of the Iron Outlaws MC.
He’s big. Brooding. Battle-scarred.
And when it comes to Greer, he’s completely gone.
If you like your heroes dangerous, loyal, and quietly devastating, you’re in for it.
So without further ado…
🔟 Reasons You’re Going to Fall for Butcher
1. That voice.
Deep, gritty, and the kind that makes promises sound like threats—and threats sound like foreplay.
2. The way he looks at Greer.
Like she’s the only reason the world’s still turning.
3. He did not plan to be a dad.
But once he finds out? He’s all in. Every heartbeat, every choice, every instinct bent toward protecting them both.
4. He lets Greer lead.
Even when it terrifies him. Even when it means watching her do the hard thing alone. He trusts her strength—and adds his own.
5. The tattoos.
And the scars. And the way he carries years of pain in a single glance. Yeah. That.
6. He doesn’t say “I love you” easily.
But when he does? It’s a vow. A growled promise. A ride-or-die.
7. He doesn’t know how to say it—so he shows it.
He puts his body between hers and danger without a second thought.
8. He’s not a fixer.
He’s a fighter. And when it’s time to take on Greer’s demons, he shows up—bloody, loyal, and unflinching.
9. He’s not perfect.
Far from it. But he owns every broken piece. And still dares to love like it might save him.
10. He falls first.
Hard. Quietly. Completely. And he never expects her to catch him.
So, if you're into...
🛏 One-week stands turned forever
🍼 Accidental pregnancy + found family
💥 Tension, trauma, and big feelings
🔐 Possessive heroes with soft spots for one woman
💀 MC danger + redemptive love
... you're going to LOVE THE HEART WE GUARD
Hope you love him as much as I do.
Scarlett xo
(p.s. it really helps if you preorder. Don't forget, we are wide for only 48 hours and I don't want you to miss it.)
Pre-order it here: https://books2read.com/theheartweguard
We’re two weeks out from release day and I’m so damn excited to introduce you to the man at the heart of this story:
BUTCHER.
He’s the president of the Iron Outlaws MC.
He’s big. Brooding. Battle-scarred.
And when it comes to Greer, he’s completely gone.
If you like your heroes dangerous, loyal, and quietly devastating, you’re in for it.
So without further ado…
🔟 Reasons You’re Going to Fall for Butcher
1. That voice.
Deep, gritty, and the kind that makes promises sound like threats—and threats sound like foreplay.
2. The way he looks at Greer.
Like she’s the only reason the world’s still turning.
3. He did not plan to be a dad.
But once he finds out? He’s all in. Every heartbeat, every choice, every instinct bent toward protecting them both.
4. He lets Greer lead.
Even when it terrifies him. Even when it means watching her do the hard thing alone. He trusts her strength—and adds his own.
5. The tattoos.
And the scars. And the way he carries years of pain in a single glance. Yeah. That.
6. He doesn’t say “I love you” easily.
But when he does? It’s a vow. A growled promise. A ride-or-die.
7. He doesn’t know how to say it—so he shows it.
He puts his body between hers and danger without a second thought.
8. He’s not a fixer.
He’s a fighter. And when it’s time to take on Greer’s demons, he shows up—bloody, loyal, and unflinching.
9. He’s not perfect.
Far from it. But he owns every broken piece. And still dares to love like it might save him.
10. He falls first.
Hard. Quietly. Completely. And he never expects her to catch him.
So, if you're into...
🛏 One-week stands turned forever
🍼 Accidental pregnancy + found family
💥 Tension, trauma, and big feelings
🔐 Possessive heroes with soft spots for one woman
💀 MC danger + redemptive love
... you're going to LOVE THE HEART WE GUARD
Hope you love him as much as I do.
Scarlett xo
(p.s. it really helps if you preorder. Don't forget, we are wide for only 48 hours and I don't want you to miss it.)
Pre-order it here: https://books2read.com/theheartweguard
July 13, 2025
🖤 You’ve been waiting for Butcher… his cover's here
Hey Passionistas,
So many of you have been waiting for Butcher’s story!
And I can’t tell you how excited (and nervous) I am to finally share the cover with you. Which also means it only 4 weeks until he's here.
This book is gritty. It’s personal. And yes… it hurts.
But watching this man fall?
Watching him fight for the one woman who never wanted saving?
🔥 Worth. Every. Word.
And Greer? Oh my!! She’s the one who saves his life—and makes him question everything he thought he knew about loyalty, loss, and love.
Next week, I'll be sharing the tropes and they are FIRE!!!
But, this week, I'm sharing the cover for THE HEART WE GUARD! Look at the book here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
And this cover? He is Butcher.
Tattooed. Tired. Dangerous. Loyal to the core.
Hope you love him as much as I do.
Scarlett xo
(p.s. it really helps if you preorder. Don't forget, we are wide for only 48 hours and I don't want you to miss it.)
Pre-order it here: https://books2read.com/theheartweguard
So many of you have been waiting for Butcher’s story!
And I can’t tell you how excited (and nervous) I am to finally share the cover with you. Which also means it only 4 weeks until he's here.
This book is gritty. It’s personal. And yes… it hurts.
But watching this man fall?
Watching him fight for the one woman who never wanted saving?
🔥 Worth. Every. Word.
And Greer? Oh my!! She’s the one who saves his life—and makes him question everything he thought he knew about loyalty, loss, and love.
Next week, I'll be sharing the tropes and they are FIRE!!!
But, this week, I'm sharing the cover for THE HEART WE GUARD! Look at the book here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
And this cover? He is Butcher.
Tattooed. Tired. Dangerous. Loyal to the core.
Hope you love him as much as I do.
Scarlett xo
(p.s. it really helps if you preorder. Don't forget, we are wide for only 48 hours and I don't want you to miss it.)
Pre-order it here: https://books2read.com/theheartweguard
June 7, 2025
🔥🔥 Smoke's here. And he’s everything!!!
Hey Passionistas,
He's here and waiting for you!
The one I’ve been counting down to, building toward, and losing sleep over (in the best possible way).
Smoke & Quinn’s story is finally yours on Amazon and in KU.
The Fire We Crave is out in the world—burning up e-readers (pun intended!), making readers swoon, gasp, and fan themselves—and you do not want to miss this one.
Because this book?
This one’s got:
• An injured, guarded, growly, smokejumper biker who’d burn the world down for her 🔥
• A sweet baker heroine who needs help to save herself
• Forced proximity in a remote cabin 😏 with some hurt/comfort for good measure
• A deal ... she'll look after him while he heals in return for protection
• Sizzling steam that you'll need a fan for because Smoke is one k!nky guy!
• A twist you’ll never see coming 👀
• Oh—and an ending that will leave your heart full.
Early readers are already OBSESSED.
Mags says: "The queen of MC romance strikes again, delivering a delicious, panty-melting slow-burn romance..."
I'll admit, she may be right! Hope you think so too.
Scarlett xo
Get it in ebook & paperback here: https://books2read.com/thefirewecrave
He's here and waiting for you!
The one I’ve been counting down to, building toward, and losing sleep over (in the best possible way).
Smoke & Quinn’s story is finally yours on Amazon and in KU.
The Fire We Crave is out in the world—burning up e-readers (pun intended!), making readers swoon, gasp, and fan themselves—and you do not want to miss this one.
Because this book?
This one’s got:
• An injured, guarded, growly, smokejumper biker who’d burn the world down for her 🔥
• A sweet baker heroine who needs help to save herself
• Forced proximity in a remote cabin 😏 with some hurt/comfort for good measure
• A deal ... she'll look after him while he heals in return for protection
• Sizzling steam that you'll need a fan for because Smoke is one k!nky guy!
• A twist you’ll never see coming 👀
• Oh—and an ending that will leave your heart full.
Early readers are already OBSESSED.
Mags says: "The queen of MC romance strikes again, delivering a delicious, panty-melting slow-burn romance..."
I'll admit, she may be right! Hope you think so too.
Scarlett xo
Get it in ebook & paperback here: https://books2read.com/thefirewecrave
May 17, 2025
3 Weeks. 1 Hero. Infinite Obsession
Hey lovely reader,
We’re officially three weeks away from the release of The Fire We Crave, and today I want to introduce you to the man who’s about to steal your sleep, your sanity, and possibly your heart…
His name is SMOKE.
And here’s the truth: he didn’t want to be your next book boyfriend.
But sometimes the best heroes don’t come willingly. Sometimes they’re dragged in—growling, wounded, and full of secrets.
***
So who is he?
Here are six words that only scratch the surface of this grumpy, complex, unforgettable biker:
🔥 Brooding.
He doesn’t smile. He glowers. He’s the kind of man whose silence speaks volumes—and every word is made of steel.
🔥 Wounded.
Physically and emotionally. Smoke has lost people. He’s lost parts of himself. But it hasn’t broken him—it’s only sharpened his edges.
🔥 Reluctant.
He didn’t ask to play hero. Didn’t volunteer to protect the woman now living under his roof. But when duty calls? He never flinches.
🔥 Fierce.
Fierce protector. Fierce in bed. Fierce in his loyalty to those few who’ve earned his trust. And now? That circle might just include her.
🔥 Unexpected.
There are glimpses of softness beneath the armor. A quiet kind of care. A hand that steadies the heroine when she’s about to break.
🔥 Irresistible.
Even when he’s trying to push her away—especially then—he’s magnetic. The kind of man who burns at both ends. And he’s about to light you up too.
And one last one for the road?
🔥 UNFORGETTABLE.
Smoke’s not the kind of hero you read and forget. He lingers. He haunts. He stays.
***
You’re going to feel him in your chest long after the final page. So, grab your preorder now, and claim your seat with Smoke before someone else does.
👉 [PRE-ORDER NOW]
AND...
Sign up for release shenanigans at either of these places:
Give Me Books - https://bit.ly/TheFireWeCraveEVENTS
The Author Agency - https://bit.ly/firewecravesignup
The countdown has begun,
Scarlett xo
We’re officially three weeks away from the release of The Fire We Crave, and today I want to introduce you to the man who’s about to steal your sleep, your sanity, and possibly your heart…
His name is SMOKE.
And here’s the truth: he didn’t want to be your next book boyfriend.
But sometimes the best heroes don’t come willingly. Sometimes they’re dragged in—growling, wounded, and full of secrets.
***
So who is he?
Here are six words that only scratch the surface of this grumpy, complex, unforgettable biker:
🔥 Brooding.
He doesn’t smile. He glowers. He’s the kind of man whose silence speaks volumes—and every word is made of steel.
🔥 Wounded.
Physically and emotionally. Smoke has lost people. He’s lost parts of himself. But it hasn’t broken him—it’s only sharpened his edges.
🔥 Reluctant.
He didn’t ask to play hero. Didn’t volunteer to protect the woman now living under his roof. But when duty calls? He never flinches.
🔥 Fierce.
Fierce protector. Fierce in bed. Fierce in his loyalty to those few who’ve earned his trust. And now? That circle might just include her.
🔥 Unexpected.
There are glimpses of softness beneath the armor. A quiet kind of care. A hand that steadies the heroine when she’s about to break.
🔥 Irresistible.
Even when he’s trying to push her away—especially then—he’s magnetic. The kind of man who burns at both ends. And he’s about to light you up too.
And one last one for the road?
🔥 UNFORGETTABLE.
Smoke’s not the kind of hero you read and forget. He lingers. He haunts. He stays.
***
You’re going to feel him in your chest long after the final page. So, grab your preorder now, and claim your seat with Smoke before someone else does.
👉 [PRE-ORDER NOW]
AND...
Sign up for release shenanigans at either of these places:
Give Me Books - https://bit.ly/TheFireWeCraveEVENTS
The Author Agency - https://bit.ly/firewecravesignup
The countdown has begun,
Scarlett xo
