HEEL

My da says one word, and I go.

They call me the Hound. I've answered to that word since I was eight years old, in a shed at the end of my grandad's yard, and I've never once thought about not answering.

I fight for money in a hangar out past Croxteth. The rest of the time, I do what the family needs doing. Doors. Debts. The wood out the back, where people pay four grand to be chased in the dark.

Then a lad opened my arm with a Stanley knife, and our Conal sent me to a lock-up in Everton. A nurse who stitches whoever comes through the door. Eighty quid, no names, no questions. She's got her dad's old Capri up on axle stands, a debt to the wrong man, and a mouth like a docker. She told me to hold still.

I held still.

I went back with a car part she needed. Then I went back with nothing at all. She knows exactly what my family is. She lets me in anyway, on her terms, with a word between us that stops everything the second she says it.

Now Roe Sheridan knows her name. The Da calls her an exposure. And the only thing I was ever made for is the one word I'd have to stop coming to, if I want to keep her.

Heel.

HEEL is a standalone dark romance set in Liverpool, told in first person by Tegan and Lorcan, with a few chapters from his older brother. Bare-knuckle fighter, nurse who patches him up, crime family, primal chase, protective hero. Spice 5/5: explicit, open-door scenes, with a negotiated chase and a safeword on the page. Happy ending, no cliffhanger. For readers 18+. Contains graphic violence, weapons, consensual non-consent play, stalking and threats, a death by drowning and the past death of a parent. The full list is at the front of the book.