A fresh start. Something anyone running from a troubled past- or in Violet Miller's case, from an abusive ex-boyfriend- yearns for. Packing and saving as little cash as she could without arising suspicion from the man who loomed above her like a malevolent puppet master pulling her strings, Violet awaits for the perfect moment to slip away. When the opportunity finally presents itself, she doesn't so much as look back. Escaping to the all too quiet coastal town of Divers Point. Not once did she think that while settling in to her new mundane life she would come across a dangerous local motorcycle club known as The Saints of Vidar. Let alone the brooding, tattooed mountain of a man with a panty melting Irish accent she just can't seem to shake from her mind. Mac the Tormentor, that's what they all call him... and with good reason. A habitually quiet yet explosive man with a dark cloud of rage and melancholy hovering over him, Mac doesn't do romance. He has never even showed an interest in pursuing any form of intimate relationship with a woman. That is until the beautiful nurse rolls into his life. Literally. On a stretcher, hovering over the bloody body belonging to his club president. *This story will contain mature subject matter such as explicit sexual content, violence and gore, strong language, mentions of abuse (both familial and domestic), and depictions of self-harm. Recommended for readers aged 16+. Please read the authors note at the beginning.