Broken Heartbeats (Marko X OC)
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Last published Fri, Jan 16, 2026
Rachel Mercer is kicked out of her home and forced to move to the murder capital of the world, Santa Carla, California. Her best friend Susan is quick to take her in, but what she wasn't expecting was four wild bikers to turn her world upside down. Marko, the youngest appearing of the group, was drawn to her in a way he couldn't describe, an electric feeling surging between them that could only be described as perfect. Marko doesn't want to let her go, and he'll do anything to have her. Anything.
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