The Maverick by Jack Flynn

I came to Charleston for the tips.

Not the Southern charm, not the history, not the harbor glittering in the January cold. Tips. The kind that stack up when tourists want to feel like they’re somewhere beautiful, and a girl like me needs to make every dollar count.

I’m a waitress from the mountains of East Tennessee. Caton’s Chapel. Population: not enough. I grew up stretching groceries and hand-me-downs across five kids in a house too small to hold all our dreams. I didn’t go to college. I didn’t figure out how to escape the way everybody says you’re supposed to. I just packed a guitar and followed the seasons south, chasing warm weather and full tip jars and the wild, quiet hope that someday my voice might be worth something.

I didn’t plan on him.

Tommy Dane.

He walked into the restaurant like he already owned it—like he owned everything, the room, the air, the way my heart forgot its rhythm. He’s ex-military. Oil something-or-another from Texas. Rich in a way I can’t even calculate. The kind of man who doesn’t look twice at girls like me.

Except he did.

And now he won’t stop.

I keep telling myself I don’t belong in his world. That he feels sorry for the mountain girl with calluses on her fingertips and holes in her ambition. I know what it means when someone has everything and you have nothing. I know what that math adds up to.

But Tommy doesn’t look at me like I’m something to fix.

He looks at me like I’m something to claim.

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About the Dominion Hall series:

Seven men. One brotherhood.

Built in Charleston, South Carolina in the shadows of war and wealth, Dominion Hall isn’t just a mansion—it’s their fortress. Ruthless. Untouchable. Dangerous.

But even the strongest men fall… for the wrong woman.

Enemies will come.

Betrayal will burn.

And the men of Dominion Hall?

They’ll bury anyone who dares to touch what’s theirs.

Possessive. Jealous. Obsessive.

These billionaires don’t share. They claim.

For fans of dangerous love, anti-heroes who live by their own rules, and the women who bring them to their knees.