Debra Kayn has taken readers inside the bestselling Bantorus and Moroad Motorcycle Clubs and shown you their purpose. It's now time to view the clubs from the outside, through the all-consuming romance of Caiden Hall and Jolene Shayne…
There is only one woman for Caiden Hall. One woman who promised him a future.
That promise ended when he wound up in prison for murder after an illegal boxing event at Bantorus clubhouse. Upon his early release—thanks to the president of Ronacks Motorcycle Club, Caiden arrived back in Federal, Idaho, expecting Jolene to be waiting for him, and found he had nothing left of his former life.
Jolene Shayne walks into the gas station after moving back to Federal and comes face to face with the one man who changed her life twenty years ago. She recognizes Caiden instantly.
Unprepared to find Caiden living in Federal, she struggles to understand the anger and hatred directed at her.
Until she realizes she's living the life that she and Caiden had planned together…alone.
Ten o'clock at night and every light in Caiden's house was on. He sat on his bed with his back against the wall, his legs straight, his ankles crossed. Jolene's journal laid on his thigh and the beer he'd opened and hadn't drunk yet leaned against the side of his leg.
He placed his hand on the blue journal with a sunflower in the bottom right corner. The leather strap holding the pages closed was knotted several times as if warning him that what was inside could not be contained once freed.
A part of him wanted to burn the book.
He'd felt the tug from her hand as she handed it over to him as if she'd changed her mind. That given a choice, she'd take the journal back and hide it forever. Though it was her strength, her need to share with him, that made the decision for her to let go.
He couldn't imagine what was held within the pages that could change anything. The facts wouldn't change. She'd left him, never holding on to her promise to stay with him. And, he'd kept loving her.
Needing fortification to break open the past and relive everything again, he drank deep from the bottle of beer. He worked the leather strips apart. She'd tied it four times and age had worn into the leather. Whenever she had finished whatever she needed to write down, she'd sealed the journal and never again opened the book.