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Ghost: A Steamy Motorcycle Club Romance
They broke her. Used her. Left her for dead.
They should’ve made damn sure she stayed that way.
I’ve spent my life in shadows—blood on my hands, silence in my chest, and loyalty etched into every scar. The Hollow Knights call me Ghost for a reason. When I’m sent to handle a problem, it doesn’t breathe afterward.
Control keeps me sharp. Violence keeps me useful.
Feelings? I fold those into paper flowers and leave them on corpses.
Then I found her on a dark backroad.
Lyla—beaten, discarded, and still fighting to survive. A girl with haunted eyes and cartel nightmares clinging to her skin. A girl who holds onto me like I’m the only thing keeping her anchored to this world.
I pulled her out of hell.
Now hell wants her back.
The cartel thinks she’s theirs.
The cops think she’s evidence.
The club thinks she’s a distraction I can’t afford.
But when they come for her—sending threats, bullets, and bodies—I don’t stay calm.
I go feral.
Because she’s the girl who won’t let go of my shirt.
The girl who cooks like she’s reclaiming her soul.
The girl who fought back—who killed—to stay free.
They want their stolen girl.
They want their leverage.
They want the past that nearly destroyed her.
Let them come.
I’ll end every last one of them before I ever let her go.
They should’ve made damn sure she stayed that way.
I’ve spent my life in shadows—blood on my hands, silence in my chest, and loyalty etched into every scar. The Hollow Knights call me Ghost for a reason. When I’m sent to handle a problem, it doesn’t breathe afterward.
Control keeps me sharp. Violence keeps me useful.
Feelings? I fold those into paper flowers and leave them on corpses.
Then I found her on a dark backroad.
Lyla—beaten, discarded, and still fighting to survive. A girl with haunted eyes and cartel nightmares clinging to her skin. A girl who holds onto me like I’m the only thing keeping her anchored to this world.
I pulled her out of hell.
Now hell wants her back.
The cartel thinks she’s theirs.
The cops think she’s evidence.
The club thinks she’s a distraction I can’t afford.
But when they come for her—sending threats, bullets, and bodies—I don’t stay calm.
I go feral.
Because she’s the girl who won’t let go of my shirt.
The girl who cooks like she’s reclaiming her soul.
The girl who fought back—who killed—to stay free.
They want their stolen girl.
They want their leverage.
They want the past that nearly destroyed her.
Let them come.
I’ll end every last one of them before I ever let her go.
114 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 17, 2025
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