Trusting a lone wolf tracker who doesn't follow orders is dangerous enough. Falling for him while the clock runs out on someone's life might cost me everything.

Since the Collapse, I've been head of security. I have military discipline, a kill record that speaks for itself, and zero tolerance for anyone who questions my authority.

That is, until a medical crisis threatens our leader's unborn child and sends me into hostile wastelands with the only man who knows where to find the doctor we need. Micah Teagan doesn't respect my rank, doesn't follow my commands, and treats me like I'm something fragile instead of the compound's deadliest weapon.

In the wastelands, he's in command. His routes. His rules. And when Micah orders me to be still, be quiet, and be good for him, I obey without question.

The whole arrangement should feel wrong. Reckless, considering I've spent my entire adult life proving I'm strong enough to never need anyone. But when he growls orders that make me forget I'm supposed to be in control, I want more. When he looks at me like I'm his to protect instead of a weapon to deploy, I forget why I should resist.

But the territory we're crossing is controlled by a warlord who kills trespassers on sight, and if he catches us, we won't live long enough to save anyone.

A Dark Post-Apocalyptic Romance. Forced proximity. Survival road trip. Yielding control. And enough raw, possessive dominance to make you beg for more.