Title: Ignite
Author: ML Nystrom
Series: Iron City Nights MC
Genre: Dark MC Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2025
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: Booksmith Design
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She’s a hacker with a cause. He’s an outlaw with a past. When their worlds collide, the fallout could burn them both.
By day, Jazz serves coffee and sweet smiles. By night, she’s a cyber vigilante, tearing apart scam networks that prey on the innocent. Her secret war is supposed to be waged from behind a screen—until she takes down the wrong target and finds herself marked for death.
Wolf is the enforcer for the Iron City Knights MC, a club teetering on the edge of collapse. With rival bikers encroaching and the leadership in shambles, he’s got enough to handle without the distraction of the shy, blue-haired barista. But when Jazz saves a friend of his from getting conned, Wolf takes a closer look—and likes what he sees.
When bodies start piling up and Jazz becomes a target, Wolf’s protective instincts roar to life. He’ll kill to keep her safe. But Jazz has her own weapons, and she won’t sit back while her enemies close in.
As war brews in the streets and a deadly assassin hunts from the shadows, Jazz and Wolf must fight together—or risk losing everything.
Explosive passion. Heart-stopping danger. One ride-or-die love.
Perfect for fans of dark MC romance, Ignite is a steamy, high-stakes thrill ride with a strong heroine, a ruthless biker, and a love that burns hotter than the war around them.
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Jazz glanced up at the clock. Almost seven. Her heart fluttered a bit. It was about time for—
The bell rang over the door, and her breath caught as a thrill buzzed through her stomach.
Wolf came in every morning, and from what she’d figured out, he usually came directly from his job. He didn’t work at the steel mill, but his cut showed his membership in a local motorcycle club, the Iron City Knights. They had some sort of machine shop down the street right next to the strip club they owned. Jazz had never been inside either place. Reason one? The only bike she owned operated by two pedals and a chain. Reason two? She was not a stripper, and her body didn’t have the assets to be one.
The neighborhood was rough by some standards, but the coffee shop, the Comers’ house, and surrounding businesses had the protection of the biker gang.
Correction: biker club.
Jazz set up the espresso machine for double shots as she heard the velvety tones of Wolf’s voice. “Morning, Madge. Bill up yet?”
“Nah. Too early. I gotta go get him in about an hour. It’s too slippy for him right now.”
The hiss of the steamer drowned out anything else Madge and Wolf said. Jazz took a breath as she made the latte in a paper go-cup. Wolf never stayed unless Bill was there. Then the two men would sit at one of the square tables, sometimes getting into a chess game and conversing. On Bill’s bad days, Wolf would simply sit in silent company with the old man.
He never paid any attention to Jazz other than a random “Thanks” when she handed him his morning cup of joe. In fact, he seldom noticed her at all. She bit her lip as she wiped off the stainless-steel nozzle. I bet he doesn’t even know my name.
She finished the latte and popped a lid on top before handing it to him. His fingers brushed hers as he accepted it, and the contact sent another jolting zap through her body, already mega-aware of his presence.
Gah, Jazz, quit doing the schoolgirl thing. You’re a friggin’ grown-ass woman. Act like it!
She managed to smile at his disembodied “Thanks” and moved back to the machine to start the next order.
“Hey.”
It was a single word, but it came out as an attention-grabbing command. Her heart flipped over and started doing burpees in her chest. She swallowed the sudden rush of saliva in her mouth and turned with a bright smile. Don’t show him you’re nervous, don’t show him you’re nervous, don’t show him you’re… “Yes?”
“Wrap up a couple Danishes for me, yeah? Raspberry.”
Her brain short-circuited. Sure thing. No problem. “No thing.” Holy frig! “I mean, sure problem.”
She felt her face flame as she bent low behind the counter to hide while she wrapped two of the biggest pastries in waxed paper.
“Bill’s callin’ me to get ’im now.” Madge slid her cell phone closed. “Can’t stand not to be in the middle of things. Mind helpin’ me?”
Wolf grabbed the paper bag Jazz set on the glass display case without looking in her direction. “I’ll walk over with you.”
Jazz breathed easier after they left. She made herself a latte in one of the big white china mugs and swirled an elaborate leaf pattern in the top. Wolf’s effect on her dissipated, and her self-castigation started.
Why do you have to be such a dummy dork around him? Stop this moony crap and be an adult.
Ugh. Perhaps someday she’d get over her crush on the man and move on.
I've had stories in my head since I was a child. All sorts of stories of fantasy, romance, mystery and anything else that captured my interest. I'm a voracious reader, and have spent many hours in my life devouring books, therefore it's only fitting I should write a few myself!
I've spent most of my life as a performing musician and band instrument repair technician, but that doesn't mean I'm pigeon-holed into one mold. I've been a university professor, belly dancer, craftsperson, soap maker, singer, rock band artist, jewelry maker, lifeguard, swim coach, and whatever else I feel like exploring. As one of my students said to me once, "Life's too short to ignore the opportunities." I have no intention of ever stopping so welcome to my story world. I hope you enjoy it!
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