Heart of the Mountain (The Mountain Men of Fox Hollow, #1)

by Frankie Love

Her baby cries, and I pull her to my chest, not wanting to wake her mama. “Shhh, little sparrow,” I whisper, looking out the cabin window at the turbulent rainstorm outside. “I got you now. It’s okay.” I hold her close, praying she doesn’t catch a cold, that she can recover from whatever hell her and her mama were running from. It’s a wild world out there, and nothing is sacred - not if you’ve seen what I’ve seen, or done what I’ve done. But as the baby falls asleep in my arms, I know these two will be stronger for getting through whatever they’ve overcome. If they can survive the storm, they’ll never fear the rain.

but then I see it. The tattoo on her lower back. Except it’s not a tattoo. It’s a brand. A mark burned into her soft flesh.

She’s been branded by the leader of the Wild Ride MC. My father.