A rainy night, a seedy motel.

Two lonely people out of options.

He had a date with the Reaper. Then he met her.

New York Times best-selling author Victoria Danann brings her A game for book three of the Sons of Sanctuary MC.

Excerpt:

Cannon Johns was a man who’d once had the world in his hands and lost everything. When he rode his Harley underneath the motel office overhang just after midnight, he was soaking wet and looking for the only comfort life still had to offer. The escape of sleep.

After being told there was no food available at that time of night, he pulled his ride into the room he’d just rented and went looking for dinner in the vending machines. When he was eight feet away, he saw movement by the Mountain Dew column. In addition to being bone weary, world weary, and out of options, he was out of sorts with no patience for shenanigans.

“Come on out of there and state your business.” He had to raise his voice to a near-shout to be heard over the pounding rain.

After a slight hesitation, a small figure emerged in a yellow plastic poncho, the kind you can get at the grocery store for a couple of bucks. As soon as she reached up to pull the hood back from her head he knew it was a woman by the delicate size of her hands and the way she moved.

The light was dim, but he saw her clearly as if it was noon on a bright sunny day. His late wife had once told him that he had to change out the light fixture in the kitchen because “nobody looks good in fluorescent light”. The girl standing in front of him was proof it just ain’t so.

Her eyes were violet blue. And wide. He wasn’t sure if that was because of fear or misery. Like him, she soaking wet. Unlike him, she was shivering. Whether that was from fear or cold he couldn’t guess.

“What the hell you doing out here, girl?” He looked around. “Something got you spooked?”

She licked her bottom lip. “No, ah, I’m just a little down on luck is all. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Don’t want no trouble, huh?”

It wasn’t a question. He said it as if it was a provable fact. She shook her head to both punctuate his assessment and agree with it.

“Yeah. Me, neither. At least not tonight.”