Wreckage

Wreckage

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 14, 2025
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Some men ride to escape the past. Jack Rourke rides to survive it. Jack's lost everything that tethered him to the world-his brother, his best friend, and any sense of peace. Now, at twenty-nine, he drinks too much, rides too fast, and takes courier jobs that pay in cash and silence. His bike, Widow, is the only thing that still responds when he screams. But then there's her-Eve. She's sharp-eyed, ink-stained, and working dead-end night shifts at a petrol station off the A2. Jack isn't looking to be saved, and Eve isn't trying to save anyone. But when their paths collide, the road begins to bend-pulling them through grief, violence, moments of aching tenderness, and the kind of connection that makes you forget you're broken. In a city that never sleeps and a past that refuses to stay buried, Jack has to choose: keep running, or risk everything to feel something real-just once. Before the road runs out.
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Juliana didn't expect to get cheated on after four years. She didn't expect to break down in her car, crying into her hands outside a gas station. And she definitely didn't expect a stranger on a motorcycle to pull up beside her and care. He didn't say much. Just bought her tissues and a chocolate bar, paid without asking, and left before she could thank him properly. Helmet on. Name unknown. Gone like smoke in the cold night air. Weeks later, she's in a club with her best friends, heels too high, dress too tight, pretending she's fine. She glances up-and there he is. The man from that night. Still watching from the shadows. Still not saying a word. But when she tries to pay for her drinks, she finds out he already did. She doesn't know his name or that he is in fact the same guy from the gas station. He doesn't know she's about to change everything. A slow-burn biker romance full of silent stares, messy healing, and the kind of tension that starts with a glance... and ends with a storm.

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