The Alpha King is dead. His three sons each want the throne. The law says the crown goes to whoever’s mate is chosen by the ancient Blood Rite. A girl with no wolf, no pack, no rank who is chosen by the Rite itself as a legitimate contender’s mate. All three brothers now have a reason to want her. One wants to use her. One wants to own her. One might actually want her. Wait till they find out who she really is.

Nicki Arceneaux didn’t come back to New Orleans to play it cool or safe. She came back to fight for the people the city chews up and spits out. She’s good at it. Then her cousin gets arrested on charges that smell like a setup, and the only man who can help her navigate the wreckage is Remy Doucet MC president, criminal by reputation, and the last person a civil rights attorney should be seen with. They do not trust each other. They do not like each other. But the City of New Orleans has a way of making enemies into allies, especially when the man pulling the strings owns half the city and wants them both silent.

When Chicago transplant Avery starts pulling at the threads of an illegal street racing operation, she finds something far darker than adrenaline and money. The Circuit runs on power, silence, and fear, and its best driver, Zane Calloway, who is more tangled in it than she knows. But the closer Avery gets to the truth, the closer she gets to Zane, and in Hollow Creek, the most dangerous thing isn’t the race. It’s what you find out when the race is over.