Title: The Heart We Guard
Series: Iron Outlaws MC: Colorado #4
Author: S. Cole
Genre: MC Romance
Tropes: Forced Proximity
Accidental Pregnancy, Hurt/Comfort
Release Date: August 7, 2025
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From USA Today best selling author, Scarlett Cole, writing as S. Cole, comes a forced proximity, grumpy versus guarded, electrifying small town MC romance.
Greer
The night I quit as a surgeon, a dying man told me a secret I wasn’t supposed to hear.
Now someone wants me quiet—and a biker bleeding out in the parking lot might be my only escape.
I didn't plan to take him home and remove his bullets on my dining table.
Yet, for seven days, he’s the calm in my chaos.
We break rules. Cross lines.
Then he’s gone.
But five weeks later, I find him at the clubhouse—and hand him a note with two words that change everything.
Butcher
I should’ve bled out.
Instead, I ended up in the care of a woman with haunted eyes and hands that didn’t shake—even when mine did.
But Dr. Greer Hansen is too soft for a man like me. Too bright. Too good.
So I leave while she sleeps.
Yet five weeks later, she finds me with news that hits harder than any bullet ever could.
And the only way to keep her breathing… is to drag her into my world.
Even if she hates me for it.
Even if it costs me the club.
She walked into my world by accident, and now I'll rip it apart to keep what's mine safe.
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EXCERPT
“Can you turn that down a bit?” Greer asks. “I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Sorry, Doc.”
“You know,” she says, pushing her chair away from the table and walking towards me, “films like this are part of the problem.”
I glance up at her. “And what problem is that, Greer?”
“Eighty percent of violent crime is committed by men. And there’s a whole”—she gestures in a circle with her hands—“infrastructural, societal, patriarchal…whatever the right word is…mess that causes it.”
I roll my eyes. “Doc, I’m not drunk enough or high enough for that kind of conversation.”
“Doesn’t make it less true though.” She reaches for the tape holding down the gauze over my abdomen wound and lifts one corner to peer beneath it. “It’s healing well.” The words are muttered. Like they aren’t for me but for her. “Women have been cleaning up men’s trail of destruction since time began.”
I bite down on the grin that’s threatening. “Since time began, huh?”
“Yeah. I mean, let’s take white women in the middle ages. They were only ever involved in war because of their husband’s alliances. And after battle, they’d be sent out to steal anything of value from dead or fallen soldiers. They had to nurse the wounded, but not be the doctor, because god forbid a woman gets educated. With the exception of a rare few like Joan of Arc and Margaret of Anjou and Aoife MacMurrough, that’s all they could do. And there are even more examples around the world. Like Fu Hao, a Chinese Empress, and Ahhotep, Queen of Egypt”
“But violence is a man’s game. If someone broke into your house now, I would expect to fight off whoever it is, and I’d expect you to hide.”
Greer laughs at that. “For the record, if someone broke into this house right now, I would not go and hide. That’s what women do in movies, and then they end up being dragged from beneath the bed by one foot and then kidnapped or worse. I’d find a weapon. Your gun. A knife from the kitchen. Whatever. And I’d fight. And, also for the record, I would be able to do everything so much better and faster than you. I’d beat you to your gun right now.”
I like how feisty she gets. Pink flushes her cheeks, and outrage sparks in her eyes. Bet it would be fun to tame a woman like that. “So, you’re more of a Joan of Arc and whoever those other broads were?”
“Broads?” Greer’s mouth drops open for a moment. “Broads?”
I simply grin.
“Margaret of Anjou, Queen of England, was known as the she-wolf queen. She helped end the Hundred-Year War and led the Lancastrians into the famed Battle of Tewkesbury. She dared to rule at a time when it wasn’t seemly for the queen to be anything other than the consort of the king. And Aoife, also known as Red Eva…she led her troops into battle in a Norman society that was not ready for the Celtic warrior. They were not broads. They were incredible women who refused to conform to the misogyny and patriarchy of their time and place.”
When she’s done, her chest heaves like she just ran a sprint. She’s not a particularly curvy woman, but I still find myself transfixed by the rapid rise of her small yet round breasts.
“Hate to point out the obvious, but they were each just one woman on the battlefield. I’m guessing their armies were wholly male.”
“I wasn’t there, so I wouldn’t know.”
Her answer makes me laugh. “Jesus, Greer. Sure. None of us were there. For all we know, none of our historical records are true. But if you had to make a hypothesis, you’d agree they were likely all men.”
She shrugs. “Fine. Probably. They all were. But they relied on their leader for training, payment, food, and advanced military tactics and precision. And they—”
“Fine. I get it. They provided.”
Greer lets out a sound akin to a growl. “No. Listen, if we were talking some famed male knight leading troops, you’d be game to discuss their strategic might, their fearlessness, how brave they were. But a woman leader, you’re like, oh, think about all the men who fought.”
“You’re a feisty little thing when you get going.”
“And you’re an asshole.” She glares at me for a second. “Actually, I don’t know you well enough to declare you an asshole just yet. But this conversation is putting you well on the path.”
I start to laugh but have to throttle it and hold a cushion across my abdomen as I do. “Only you could make an apology become a non-apology so quickly.”
“I wasn’t apologizing. I’m sorry if I made you think I was. Oh, and that was an apology.”
I chuckle again, and she smirks, a self-satisfied expression that says she somehow just won our conversation. “I like you, Greer. You’re a good sparring partner. A little on the wrong side of the rules, but not enough that you aren’t liked by those who are rule abiding. You make brave calls without thinking of yourself first. I was worried when Smoke dumped me in your car. Wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into. But I like you. Think my club would too.”
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AUTHOR BIO
Scarlett Cole is a contemporary romance author that calls both Toronto, Canada and Manchester, England home. A born city dweller, she periodically quashes the urge to live in the country by hiking up a mountain to remind herself that living away from people would terrify the pants off her.
She believes everybody deserves their love story to be told and loves her heroes on the rough and rugged side…and usually tall (because she married one of those 6ft 6” men you read about in romance books!). She’s an A-type personality and Scorpio star sign, so good luck getting her to do anything she doesn’t want to.
When she isn’t writing, she’s happy to talk about hot men and expensive shoes while drinking a cold gin and tonic. Don’t bring up olives. As far as Scarlett is concerned, they are the devil’s food. As long as you don’t bring up olives, she’s happy to hear from you any time.
She is represented by Louise Fury at The Fury Agency.
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