Marisol drove nine weeks straight to bury her mother. She came home to find another woman’s shoes kicked off by her own front door. Nobody at that clubhouse had thought to warn her first.
Marisol Vega spent six years turning Death Souls MC’s books into something clean enough to survive an audit, building a life with Rourke.
Her mother got sick, and nine weeks later she came home to find her seat already given away.
She packed a bag and protected the one thing nobody could take, the business she’d built with her own hands.
The club’s accounts came up eighty-one thousand dollars short, and only she could find where it went.
What she doesn’t know: the man beside her is quietly fighting off a rival club emptying the very accounts she’s trying to save. What he doesn’t know how to say: that losing her taught him more about his father’s son than twenty-six years of watching the man do it ever did.
He let her go without a fight. She came home to a stranger’s shoes. He surrendered his patch to prove it. She built the trap that caught them. Now the whole club is watching.
The Iron Coyotes have circled Death Souls’ territory for a year, waiting for exactly this.
Now they want the Boneyard, the business Marisol built from nothing.
Rourke has to choose between managing the danger alone, the way his father taught him, or trusting Marisol with the one thing that could save them both.
She has to decide if a man who broke her once deserves a second chance.
Fans of Rayford Newman, Dwayne Ramsdale, and Dean Kessler are going to want this one on the shelf, right next to every clubhouse betrayal they couldn’t put down.
The Club Girl Who Replaced Me is a full length standalone MC romance, HEA guaranteed, no cliffhanger, steamy and open door, with a grovel big enough to match the wound.
