Prospect’s Curvy Vinyl Girl

I lied to the local mob to save a dangerous stranger.

Now, this brute is squatting in my record shop’s back room, refusing to leave.

He calls himself Tom, but his lethal frame and scarred knuckles scream soldier.

My world is a quiet sanctuary of vintage vinyl, running from the syndicate thugs who killed my mother.

He is a shadow with a fake name, hiding a dark mission beneath a quiet gaze.

The second my hand slipped into his elbow to fool the enforcers, a violent gravity locked us together.

Now, he tracks my every move from the aisles, his intense stare burning through my clothes.

Every touch is a territorial brand, a silent command that shatters my fierce independence.

He claims he’s maintaining a perimeter, but his rough hands on my waist feel like total possession.

The mob is closing in on my block, demanding blood and compliance.

But my brooding protector just whispered his real name against my bare skin—and promised to bury the men hunting us.

This standalone interconnected novel is perfect if you crave alpha MC protectors, forced proximity, secret identities, and high-tension primal heat.