Vital Signs

Wayward Sons, Book Seven — the last one. Signed by me, packed by me, and the only place in the world you can get it that way.

Most people look at a corpse and see an ending. I see the truth.

When Tyler Graham's body lands on my embalming table, the coroner calls it an overdose. But something doesn't add up. He deserved better than to be written off as another dead addict — and someone's going to pay for making him one.

Then Hunter Song breaks into my funeral home looking for answers. Ex-ER nurse. Current addict. Grieving, furious, and beautiful in the kind of raw, unvarnished way that makes my instincts snarl. He thinks I'm an obstacle. He doesn't know he's already mine.

I was sculpted into something elegant and lethal by the serial killer who raised me. Designer suits. Perfect smiles. A hunger for justice that wears a mask of civility. Hunter is all rough edges and ragged loyalty, a survivor the world left behind.

Together, we're predators from opposite worlds — united by grief, fury, and the need to make someone bleed for what they've done.

Tyler's killer thinks no one will come looking. That he can hide behind money, power, and intimidation tactics. He's about to learn what it means to be hunted.

Hunter's addiction doesn't make him weak. It makes him desperate. And desperate men are dangerous. Almost as dangerous as the man who's decided to keep him.

What you're getting

A signed paperback, inscribed on the title page. Want it made out to someone? Leave a name in the order notes and I'll write it in.

The last Wayward Sons book. If you want the whole run on one shelf, the complete signed set is all seven together.

Before you order

Dark MM romance, and I mean the dark part. Full content warnings are here.

If I've got a copy on the shelf it goes out within the week. If I've sold through, yours gets printed to order — allow 4–6 weeks, and I'll email you the day it ships. US only, and it comes from my house, so it's me you talk to if anything's wrong.