Rev's Runaway Bride (Copper Ridge Kings MC #1)

I was ninety minutes from marrying the right man on paper when I heard his mother call my life’s work "a phase."

And heard him say nothing at all.

So I took off my heels and walked out the loading dock of the Ashford Club in an eleven-thousand-dollar dress.

Forty-one miles of empty desert highway later, a man on a motorcycle pulled over. He didn’t ask me a single question. He handed me a helmet and told me I could walk out of his life any time I wanted.

Nobody in Copper Ridge wants anything from me. Not the club president. Not the woman who runs the diner. Not the quiet, careful man who’s in the garage every morning at four — the one who asks before he takes, and remembers every answer I give him.

I arrived here with a ruined dress and no plan at all.

So why does it feel like I finally chose something?

Steamy slow burn. Curvy heroine. Runaway bride. Protective alpha biker. Small town found family. Forced proximity. Guaranteed HEA.