A meth king burned her truck, her tools, and twelve years of work to ashes. The Sergeant at Arms who loves her is going to bury his empire with bare hands.
When Josie Kinnear sees faces near an abandoned mine shaft on a back road, she does what she’s always done — keeps her head down and keeps driving. But the man who runs meth through those mines doesn’t deal in probably. He sends three men to find out what she knows. The only thing standing between her and a shallow grave is a Savage with a bouncer’s build and eyes that see threats before they exist.
Anvil hasn’t missed a threat since the night his brother died thirty feet from the door he was working. Fifteen years of standing guard, fifteen years of never being off-duty, fifteen years of punishing himself for the one time it wasn’t enough. Then a farrier with a braided-back ponytail and hands that gentle thousand-pound animals shoes a horse like it’s the most important thing in the world, and he forgets to watch the perimeter for the first time in years. She’s his now. And the drug lord who just burned everything she owns is about to learn what happens when you threaten what a Savage claims.
She built her life from nothing. He’ll make sure nobody takes it again.
But protecting Josie means war against Lyle Brogan — a meth cook who’s spent a decade poisoning the Iron Range from abandoned mine shafts, burying witnesses in holes so deep they never surface. A man who’s already killed three people and will kill three more before he admits a farrier on a back road is a problem he can’t solve. And Josie just became his obsession.
Anvil has spent years proving he can protect anyone from anything. Now he’ll prove something more: that the woman who built a farrier business from a forty-dollar anvil and sheer stubbornness deserves a man willing to kill for what she’s built. Because Josie isn’t just a witness or a mission. She’s his future, his home, his proof that some walls are meant to be doors — and the right side is wherever she’s standing.
She needed someone dangerous enough to match her stubborn. He needed someone strong enough to teach him that standing guard doesn’t mean standing alone.
