She bet me she could break the wildest horse on the ranch. I should've known she'd break me instead. I gave up bull riding when a two-thousand-pound monster shattered my leg and nearly killed me. Now I break horses for the Shotgun Saints and keep my head down. Stay loyal to my Prez. Don't touch what doesn't belong to me. Especially not Dakota—Phantom's daughter, Sharp's rodeo princess, and the woman I've been trying not to want for the last few years.

She was too young when I patched in. Jail bait wrapped in denim and daddy's protection. So, I kept my distance, watched her climb the barrel racing circuit, and told myself she was off-limits. Then she won regionals, got drunk on victory, and made a bet in front of the entire club: she'd break the meanest mustang on the ranch. If she succeeded, I'd take her to nationals. Not as her protector—as her man.

I should've walked away, should've laughed it off. Instead, I shook her hand and sealed both our fates. Now she's in my arena every day, working that wild horse, pushing boundaries, testing me with those challenging eyes and that smart mouth. And when some psycho starts stalking her at rodeos—leaving threats, cutting her tack, getting too damn close—I know I'll kill for her. She might have thought our bet was fun, but I'm taking it literally.

Once she's mine, she's mine. Prez's daughter, age gap, forced proximity, possessive hero, stalker threat, and a former bull rider who doesn't do gentle. Spur is a Shotgun Saints MC standalone.