Hardline

BWWM Dark MC Stalker Romance

By: Tessa Vane

Narrated by: Virtual Voice

He's been watching me for eight months. I didn't know. Not until the night he stepped in front of a bullet that was meant for me.

I count everything. Minutes since my father died because a doctor couldn't be bothered to read his chart. Doses I adjust at 4 AM when no one's watching. The dollars I cover out of my own pocket so my patients can fill their prescriptions.

I don't know that someone's been counting too.

Eight hundred and forty-seven dollars appeared in my patient fund tonight. Anonymous. Down to the dollar — the exact amount I spent last month. The exact amount I never told anyone.

The man in my ER with the grey eyes and the pen behind his ear? He watched my hands, not my body. He said, You shouldn't have to carry it alone.

Then a dirty cop put a gun in my face — and the grey-eyed man put his body in front of it.

Now I'm locked in an outlaw's medical loft. His blood is under my fingernails. His sutures are my handiwork. His cabinet is stocked with my exact supplies down to the pen brand. And the man who runs everything by numbers — routes, exits, risk, the forty-eight times he's watched me walk to my car — is looking at me like I'm the one variable he can't control.

He makes me hot chocolate at 3 AM. From scratch. Because he watched the other brothers make it for their women and he's been waiting for someone to make it for.

I should run. I know what he is.

I'm not running.

He wrote my name in his notebook under one word: Non-negotiable.

I wrote his name somewhere he can't see. Somewhere I'm not ready to show him yet.

Rest, he says. I'll keep watch.

And God help me — I believe him.

A standalone dark MC romance featuring an ice-cold strategist hero, a Black ER doctor heroine who refuses to bend, obsessive protection, forced proximity in a medical loft, explicit heat, and a man who will watch over you until his last breath. HEA guaranteed. No cheating, no cliffhangers.