He’s a scarred ex-soldier.
I’m the city girl he found freezing in the mountain.
He carried me to his bed and told me he’s never letting go.
I thought owning a cabin meant freedom. I didn’t realize it meant staking a claim on Gunnar’s land—and on Oliver himself.
A mountain of muscle and ink, he speaks in growls and lives for the hunt. When he found me lost in a blizzard, he saved me from death… then made it clear: I belong to him now.
And God help anyone who dares cross the line.
He finds me in a blizzard, drags me to safety, then tells me he owns me. No romance, no patience—only possession.
He’ll fix my porch with jagged spikes. He’ll mark my neck so his brothers know I’m taken.
He’s the Vanguard: battle-ready, relentless, dangerous. But when it comes to me, he becomes a different kind of monster—the type who would burn the world to keep me safe.
He calls himself the wolf of the ridge. I’m the only thing he refuses to share.
This is a dirty, high-heat MC mountain man novella you can devour in two hours or less—perfect for a late-night binge, a stolen afternoon, or when you crave all the good stuff (one-bed forced proximity, grumpy/sunshine instalove) without any slow build or filler.
No cheating, no filler drama, just an obsessive MC Alpha Male that will do anything for her.
This Motorcycle Club love story is a stand-alone romance set in Rica Lane’s interconnected small town of Pine Valley, which is the perfect place to find your next book boyfriend!
review by Twinsie Melinda
Avery has never had a real home. After bouncing around in the system her entire life, she inherits a small house tucked away on a mountain and sees it as her chance to finally build something that’s hers. What she doesn’t expect is just how much work the rundown house needs or the reclusive biker living next door.
When a storm rolls in and Avery finds herself struggling at fixing up the house, Gunner reluctantly steps in to help out. From that moment on, he claims her in his own quiet but possessive way, nicknaming her Little Bird. However, Avery is anything but a fragile bird. She’s determined to fix up her house, prove she can survive on her own, and finally put down roots. Gunner might see someone to protect, but Avery refuses to be handled.
What I liked about this story is that while it has that classic protective, alpha biker vibe, it also shows Avery’s strength and determination. Gunner may be determined to keep her, but she chooses him just as fiercely.
Although we don’t see the rest of the club members, we get a feel for them when Gunner has conversations with them. The banter adds to the story and I have to say I am intrigued to know more about them.
A few of my favorite lines:
She’s mine.
The thought doesn’t ask for permission. It just arrives, settling into the bedrock of my mind like it’s always been there. I found her. I saved her. I brought her into my perimeter.
Now I just have to figure out how to keep her safe from the one thing on this mountain that wants to devour her most.
Me.
“She’s not vulnerable. She’s mine.”
“Copy that,” Logan replies, a hint of amusement entering his voice. “Does she know that?”
“She’s learning.”
“Don’t Scar the girl off. Mom’s been dying for grandbabies, and you’re the only one of us acting like a human being lately.”
I want you safe. I want you here. I want you to never look at another man the way you look at me.
“I’m a savage who lives in the trees and sharpens knives to keep the ghosts away. But I’ll be your fortress. I’ll be the ground under your feet. Stay. Marry me.”
“I pent twenty-three years waiting for someone to fine me,” I whisper. “I thought I was disposable. A guest in everyone else’s life. But you gave me a key. You gave me a name. I’m not just a bird in a cage, Oliver. I’m the queen of your mountain. I’m yours. Solid.”
You’re my home, Avery. My heart. My soul.
Hi, I’m Rica!
I write for readers who crave short, steamy romances with undeniable chemistry. I believe in love at first sight, swoon-worthy moments, and irresistible alpha heroes who fall hard and fast.
My goal is to give you that exhilarating “butterfly” feeling and an electric escape from the real world, even if just for an hour. When I’m not weaving tales of fiery connections, I’m usually dreaming up my next possessive hero or indulging in my favorite romantic movies and sweet treats.