Taming Judge

He's the most dangerous man in Montana. And I'm carrying his baby.

One night in a neutral town. That was supposed to be all it was.

I'm the daughter of an MC president, which makes me property with a pulse. So I ran. Six hundred miles, four buses, two cash cars, and a dead woman's name off a headstone. I've been pouring coffee in a diner nobody has a reason to stop at, and I've almost let myself believe it worked.

Then the bell over the door chimes at ten fifty-one on a rainy night.

Judge Callan doesn't say a word. He locks the deadbolt. He flips the sign to closed. And his eyes drop straight to my belly.

He's the Canyon Vipers' enforcer, an ex-combat medic who my father's men only talk about with the lights on. He knows exactly where a body comes apart and exactly how long a man stays conscious while it happens. He should have walked away from a Mattox girl. He didn't. And now he's found what I took from him.

He tells me I'm leaving with him. He isn't asking.

My father wants me in a room with a lock on the outside. He wants the baby gone. He's sending my brother to do it.

Judge has one list. It's very short. My daughter and I are on it, and everyone else on this planet is standing outside it, including his own club. He'll walk away from his cut. He'll put both clubs in the ground. He'll burn the whole northern corridor to keep us breathing.

The terrifying part isn't what he's willing to do.

It's that I've stopped wanting him to stop.

Taming Judge is a standalone dark MC romance with a secret baby, forbidden enemy clubs, a morally black antihero who never turns his violence on his woman, explicit open door heat, and a hard-won HEA. Intended for readers 18+.