Wraith's Reckoning

Lucia Trask drives the roads no one else will. A large-animal vet in the bayou parishes east of New Orleans, she's the only one who'll answer a 2 a.m. call down a levee road in the dark — which makes her truck the last thing standing between a hundred ranchers and disaster. Then a smuggler running cargo through the black water decides her headlights are a problem. Slashed tires. A gutted warning on her seat. A canal waiting for her if she doesn't stop driving. She's already lost too much to quit now. She keeps driving. Wraith has been the Bourbon Street Devils' ghost for three years — the brother they send when a job needs a man who can watch a target for three days without being seen and disappear into the dark on the side no one's guarding. He doesn't fill rooms. He haunts them. And he's never once let anyone get behind the wall he keeps at his own back — until a five-foot-three vet who reads silence the way he does sits down beside him and asks for nothing at all. The smugglers think the dark belongs to them. They're about to learn it belonged to Wraith the whole time. He claims what's his with patience and blood. She claims her own ground with a rifle, a hoof knife, and a spine that won't bend. Together they're going to teach a man who hides on the water what comes for him out of the marsh. Book 10 in the Bourbon Street Devils MC Romance series. HEA guaranteed.