Page 32 of Savage Temptation

Silas “Ash” Draven

Vice President of Savage Reign.

The man New Orleans whispers about when monsters go missing.

He found me hiding in an abandoned chapel, veil in ruins, heart hammering louder than the church bells.

One look at my tear-stained cheeks and bruised wrists and he made a vow of his own:

“Cross this threshold, angel, and your past burns with it.”

Now the cartel’s bounty hunters stalk the bayou, and every shadow echoes with vows of vengeance.

Ash keeps me close, his lethal hands resting on his weapon—or on my waist, branding me his.

He says I’m off-limits, protected, safe behind Reign’s walls.

Yet every possessive growl, every night he stands guard outside my door, turns the danger into desire.

I’m the runaway bride who ignited a gang war.

He’s the club’s VP and ready to torch a city for one stolen kiss.

Can I gamble my shattered future—and my heart—on the man who promises salvation in flames?

Or will the ghosts of my wedding day drag us both to hell?