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The Savage President

The Savage President

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Chapter 1 The River Road

Word Count: 963    |    Released on: 12/11/2026

er's bike, and Cade Rourke knew before the glass

n both sides. Down the slope to his left the Ohio slid by, wide and slow and indifferent. To his right the hillside rose in a wall of suma

s that did not connect. Danny's shoulders jerked. His front wheel wobbled. The big Harley slewed tow

hoarse, already moving. "E

machine at the shoulder, felt the heat of the exhaust sear his shin through the denim, and ran. Gravel bit his palms. A third shot cracke

ht that did not exist, because there were no streetlights on the river road, only the headlamp of a

aid. He said it

is collarbone, and felt the warmth go through his fingers faster than any man could stop it

ou said it

n and told eleven men that the route was clean, that the only people who knew it were the people in that room, and e

e said. "I

of cooling metal, and somewhere up the slope the unhurried crunch of boots on leaves, mov

re cold already. "Don't let it be Hatch," he

it, had not let the thought come within a mile of his skull, and yet here was

y would yo

black hillside and the stars beyond it, and whatever he saw there made his mouth soften in

e said. "

utched in one fist. He did not say anything. He did not have to. He laid two fingers against Dan

p of it. He closed Danny's eyes with his thumb. He eased the body down onto the cold road with a care that was almost tender. Then he stood, and the ot

es one at a time. He l

there was blood on his sleeve that Cade could not account for. Hatchet met his eyes. Whatever pas

ow and level and utterly without mercy. "Somebody in this club. I don't care how long it takes.

horn sounded, long and lonely, the way

d a pair of binoculars, thumbed a number into a phone, and

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The Savage President
“He built his reputation on fear. She was sent to bring his empire down. Neither expected to fall in love. Cade Rourke is the president of the Iron Saints Motorcycle Club, a man whose name commands respect, whose enemies fear his shadow, and whose loyalty to his brothers has been forged in blood. Known as The Savage, he has spent years protecting his club and keeping its enemies at bay. But when an ambush leaves one of his men dead, Cade discovers that the greatest threat may be sitting at his own table. Someone has betrayed the brotherhood, and he will stop at nothing to uncover the truth. Then Wren Calloway walks into his world. Undercover and operating behind a carefully constructed identity, Wren has a mission of her own. An FBI agent investigating the murder of a fellow operative, she has been sent into the Iron Saints to uncover evidence that could destroy the club. She knows the rules. Trust no one. Reveal nothing. Never let the target get too close. But Cade Rourke is not an ordinary target. Beneath his ruthless reputation is a man carrying the weight of leadership, buried grief, and promises he refuses to break. The more time Wren spends inside his dangerous world, the harder it becomes to separate the man she is supposed to investigate from the man she is beginning to love. As rival clubs close in, secrets surface, and betrayal tears through the brotherhood, Wren finds herself caught between the badge she wears and the man she cannot bring herself to betray. And when the truth finally comes out, the consequences could cost them everything. Because some secrets are worth killing for. Some loyalties are worth dying for. And some love stories are born in the middle of a war. He is the Savage. She is the secret that could destroy him. Together, they may discover that the most dangerous thing in the world is having something to lose. If you love intense romantic suspense, dangerous men, motorcycle club drama, undercover investigations, and love stories where loyalty comes at a price, The Savage President will keep you turning pages until the very end.”