Danger Close

Grant Caldwell and Jamie Pike gave the Army twenty years. Now they're out, newly married, and pointing two motorcycles west with nowhere to be and no one to answer to. The honeymoon they waited two decades to take.

Then a travel center outside Amarillo. A carload of local boys who don't like the look of two men kissing. A college reporter with a camera and a year's worth of evidence nobody will touch.

It isn't their trouble. Jamie says so, out loud, more than once. A crooked county, a rich man's son moving poison through a dying town, a sheriff who buries every complaint that crosses his desk. None of it is theirs, and every mile of open road is pulling the other direction.

But the kid has nerve and no one in his corner, and Grant Caldwell has never in his life been able to ride past a wrong thing standing in the open. So they stay. They dig in. And the deeper they go, the clearer it gets that what's rotting this town is bigger and better-armed than one reckless boy with a story, and it has started to notice the two strangers helping him.

They've faced worse than a West Texas county, in places they can't name, back when the whole world was watching. Out here, no one is. That's the one advantage they've got left, and the one secret the Army never knew they carried: what they are when no one's watching.

They gave the Army twenty years and finally gave each other a wedding. Now thirty-eight, retired, and pointing two motorcycles at the open road for an endless honeymoon: m/m wolf-shifter romantic suspense with no fated mates and no pack, just two people with two decades of history. High heat, no cliffhangers, guaranteed HEA.