Diesel

They sent her to me for protection. They didn’t warn her what I am.

Eden Cross interviewed the wrong inmate for research. Now a crime boss wants her dead—and I’m the only thing standing between her and the men who already tried once.
I should keep my distance. She’s the witness. I’m the bodyguard. But she looks at me like I’m not a monster. She writes stories at my kitchen table and falls asleep in my arms and makes me remember what it feels like to want something I can’t have.
The last person who loved me died because of it.
I won’t let that happen to her.
I’ll burn down anyone who tries.

DIESEL is a gruff-protector, forced proximity orc motorcycle club romance with a traumatized heroine who fights back, a hero who cooks when he can’t say what he feels, and the kind of slow-burn tension that combusts.