Wrenley Calloway fixes old motorcycles and answers to nobody. Then one whiskey-soaked night with three of the Moonshine Dragons' most dangerous men changes everything-and the test comes back positive. She has no idea which of them is the father.
Bishop, the club's president, has spent six years keeping everyone at arm's length since the bomb that took his wife. Crow is the enforcer who says nothing and sees everything. Tank is the steady one who builds and protects. When the Vipers put a bullet in Wrenley's gas tank, then torch her shop, then start watching her from the treeline, the Dragons make a choice: she's theirs to protect, and so is the baby she's carrying.
But protecting her means war with a cartel-backed rival club, and war means the three men who love her have to decide what they're willing to bleed for. Wrenley's not looking for rescue. She's looking for men who'll stand beside her.
A high-heat why-choose MC romance with a pregnancy paternity hook, found family, and a hard-won happily ever after. No cheating. No cliffhanger.
