Healed By Doc
She’s hunted.
He’s an ex-military biker who’s seen war and come back colder.
Now she’s under his protection… and the men who want her chose the wrong enemy.
Carly
I took a cleaning job at the wrong club.
Trusted the wrong man with a badge.
Woke up in a locked room with men discussing my price.
I ran.
Barefoot through the trees. Hunted. Frozen.
I knocked on the only door I could reach.
Doc answered.
Forty. Ex-military. The Damned Saints’ doctor.
Scarred. The kind of man who looks at you once and sees everything.
He didn’t flinch at the bruises.
He asked who touched me.
Like he was ready to burn the world down over the answer.
Doc
I’ve seen war.
I’ve stitched brothers back together.
I don’t scare easy.
I also don’t let anyone inside my walls.
Then she fell into my arms.
Bruised. Defiant. Still fighting.
Too young for the darkness chasing her.
Too strong to break.
The second I wrapped my arms around her, something in me locked into place.
She’s not something to patch up and send away.
She’s not temporary.
She’s mine to protect.
And the men who thought they could put a price on her?
I’m about to show them the cost.
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A dark, possessive MC romance.
Ex-military doctor. Age gap. Trauma to trust.
He doesn’t play hero. He claims what’s his.
Standalone. No cliffhanger. Heat, obsession, and a forever carved in steel.
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