Cuckoo has always been a jokester. He’s the type of guy who sees humor in everything because, at one time, he never thought he’d ever laugh again.
It began in tender years when he found an old trunk full of costumes. A Beggar’s Night filled with candy, secrets, and screams. Cuckoo can still hear the shrill sounds in his dreams.
And then there was her. His foster sister and the little angel he swore to protect. Cuckoo took those beatings for her. He lied for her. He gave up everything. . . for Katrina.
And then she disappeared....
Never give up on second chances.
Cuckoo has always been a jokester. He’s the type of guy who sees humor in everything because, at one time, he never thought he’d ever laugh again.
It began in tender years when he found an old trunk full of costumes. A Beggar’s Night filled with candy, secrets, and screams. Cuckoo can still hear the shrill sounds in his dreams.
And then there was her. His foster sister and the little angel he swore to protect. Cuckoo took those beatings for her. He lied for her. He gave up everything. . . for Katrina.
And then she disappeared. A ghost in the darkness. He never saw her again.
Twelve years later, Cuckoo still has all those costumes. He checks every corner and peers through every open door. Because he knows someday he’ll see his angel again.
He just never expects to collide with her while riding his Harley. Katrina isn’t the little girl from his childhood, but he isn’t the same boy either. They’re both trying to shove the past behind a locked door.
But the funny thing about trauma? It never stays hidden. With Katrina’s life in danger and the clock ticking, Cuckoo must find a way to keep her safe and end the bastard threatening them both.
And this masked vigilante role? It’s one Cuckoo was born to play.
