Stitch's Salvation

Robin Landreneau grew one good thing. Aged out of a childhood that taught her everything leaves, she turned a windowsill succulent into Roots — a plant shop on St. Claude built from salvage, stubbornness, and the radical belief that if you tend something carefully enough, it stays. Then an arms dealer moved into the vacant building next door, and decided a shop full of foot traffic was a problem he'd solve permanently. She's already tried talking to them. The polite way. Alone. They put a brick through everything she'd grown. Stitch is the most loyal man in the Bourbon Street Devils and the hardest to reassure — a foster kid who found his first permanent home in a motorcycle club and would burn the Quarter down to protect it. He looks harmless, young, forgettable. Nobody ever sees him coming. And when a weapons cache turns up four blocks from the compound, next to a quiet woman who won't run, won't fold, and won't be handled, the club's ink artist takes the job that ends with his name on her wrist. He makes permanent things. She grows them. Neither one ever learned how to stay. The dealer wants her block cleared. Stitch wants her rooted. And when the man next door tears out everything she's planted and salts the ground behind it, the Devils go to war down their own corridor — one entry point nobody's watching at a time. He claims his ground the way he's survived his whole life: unseen, patient, coming through the door nobody guards. She claims hers with dirt under her nails and a spine that doesn't bend. Together they're about to prove that the roots are the part that holds — and that a thing torn out of the earth can be replanted stronger than it ever grew before. Book 18 in the Bourbon Street Devils MC Romance series. HEA guaranteed.