It owned my charred black soul. That emotion was digging so deep into my bones like a deadly disease.I hid it well. Let people believe I was a kind man.I’m far from one. I’m brash, bold, and angry at the curveball life has thrown at me.My saving grace came in the form of a tiny bundle wrapped in pink.My daughter.The day I learned I’d raise her on my own, was the day I kept the only vow I didn’t intend to break. I wasn’t letting a woman in my bed or my heart. There wasn’t room for one with my daughter owning one half and a woman I let slip through my fingers holding onto the other without her knowing it. I kept that vow until now. She’s back. The one that owns the other half of my heart. She’s carrying more pain than she left with, I can see it in her eyes. I should never have let her go, and now my regret is here, facing me head-on. I made a mistake, one I plan to rectify. I am a Mitchell, after all. I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want. Her. I have to prove to her that there will be no more broken promises, show her that my heart, the half I gave to her so long ago, is still hers.

    So imagine my surprise when I find out it’s been sold. And my horror when I find out my new neighbor is a freaking biker. Not some moped riding, cardigan-wearing, nerdy dude either. I mean biker. Tattoos everywhere, leather jackets and ZERO manners. The first thing my new neighbor does when he sees me? A charming pelvic thrust my direction with his music up so loud it rattles my teeth. What the heck do I do now? Tank My cute little neighbor has no idea the things I’d do to her given the chance. I’d love to touch her. Taste her. Enjoy her. So when someone breaks into her house, I’m quick to help her out. Out of her panties and into my bed. Because I may be a bad boy, but I protect what’s mine. Short, hot, and over the top! If you love bad boys, overly possessive alpha males, totally unrealistic instalove romance, (maybe even a bit cheesy) this one’s for you! No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA!

     Blade Montgomery takes shit from no one. He's a leader. He's a fighter. He's the President of an MC. His nature to take care of others precedes his will to do anything for himself. He's a protector. He's a no nonsense kind of guy with the sexual appetite of a beast. Tori Douglas is an independent woman who doesn't need a man. She finally has her life on track to move forward and the last thing she needs is a bad guy to mess it up. She's sassy. She's sexy. She's strong and she'll have the men begging to have a chance with her, but none of them will. He's determined. He's stubborn and she's just as bad. What happens when these two meet? Will he tolerate her feistiness? Or will he have her out on her ass to prove a point? She's his sister's best friend and he refuses to mix family with the club life, but they have a connection much deeper than either of them can fight. Life is crazy and life is short, so how will these two make it through the challenges that explode around them?

    I wish, though, that the fact I've taken a job in the outback of Australia didn't automatically lead to the assumption that I'm out of here because I can't find a man…or worse, don't want one!"Cliff Wyatt certainly seems to think he just has to whistle and he can add me to his harem. Luckily, I'm immune to his charms. Or at least I thought I was. Now he's started taking me seriously…and I know I'm in big trouble!"

    We grew up side by side. Two kids tied together by the Kings of Mayhem Motorcycle Club. But I broke us. I broke her. So, she fled. Now she’s back after twelve long years. And I’m going to show her all the reasons why we should be together and make her forget all the reasons why we shouldn’t. INDY I’m back in town but only because I have to be. I’m here to help my mom bury my father. And the sooner we get it done, the better. Because I want to see Cade as much as I want a hole in the head. He broke me once—no, he broke my everything— and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him do it again. Get in and get out. That is the plan. But you know what they say about best-laid plans.

    I belonged to him, just as he was mine, despite our different MCs. There was only one true way it would end for us, together, like we always promised. We were so wrong, so naïve, too young to realize what we might face.I never wanted to live without him, but after one stupid mistake, it looks like I’ll have to get used to being alone.SimonThe only person I’ve ever wanted, the one who owned my heart is Tabby. All my life, I knew she’d be my woman, on the back of my bike where she rightfully belongs. It didn’t matter that she was a Skull, but I’m possessive, and I fucked up.I should have known what was coming and protected her, but the club got in the way. Now I’ve got to pay the price. When the time is right, I’ll come back for her and claim her.We were supposed to be together through thick and thin, along with all the bad times and good.The bad times are now, so as long as we wait, it should be good again.We hope.

    Although they were good friends, Lily's parents never approved of the hell-raising biker. Not only did he and his family hang out with a notorious motorcycle club, the Steel Bandits, Vaughn just wasn't good enough for their daughter, and they refused to let her see him. Young and influenced by her parents, Lily was forced to obey their rules, hurting Vaughn in the process. -Fast forward six years later- Lily, who moved away to Chicago after high school, is back in town for a family reunion. She runs into Vaughn and finds that he's sexier than ever, but still holding a grudge. Still, there is no denying the attraction they have for each other and eventually things heat up between the couple. Their relationship comes with a price, however. Vaughn is now a patched member of the Steel Bandits and his world is dangerous, especially for Lily now that his enemies know what she means to him... Book 1 of 2. Originally published as one book (for the same price, it's been split into two) This romantic comedy thriller contains crude language, sexual situations, and violence. Is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please do not buy if any of this offends you. This is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a true depiction of a motorcycle club. It was written for entertainment only.

     Everything was falling into place until one unexpected, fateful night. With an attack on his fellow brothers, Marek had no choice but to retaliate against their sworn enemy. The Savage Reapers. Swarming their compound, he comes face-to-face with the infamous daughter of his rival club, making an astonishing decision which would change his life forever. She was the enemy.She was the prize.She was a game changer.Sully Brooks led a desolate life, her entire existence dictated first by her father, then by the man who’d claimed her when she was only fourteen. Years of abuse shaped her into the woman she became, but she longed for something more. Craving an existence where she was free to live a life of simplicity, she wanted release from the harsh realities she’d known since childhood. Will her prayers be answered when the enemy strikes?

    At the young age of twenty-five she became the proud owner of the town’s most infamous café, Wildflowers. Not only does this café make the best cakes in town, but it hosts the most successful open mic nights, bringing singers from far and wide to own the stage and take their dreams to the next level.Coming from an Italian background, Evelina has a large family, a bubbly personality and the kind of drive that makes her café the best of the best. She prides herself in her witty personality, bubbly demeanor and strength to take her dreams by the horns. She is unstoppable and determined.That is, of course, until a biker club moves into the empty garage she shares a parking lot with. For years, that garage has been empty and Evelina has had the space entirely to herself. Now, there are cars, motorbikes, parties, half naked women, alcohol and a President that is rude, gorgeous and refusing to keep the noise down.Her café is going to struggle if she doesn’t do something right away.The problem is, they are refusing to move.Evelina is going to have to dig deep and find any way she can to get them to leave…even if things have to get messy.She’s worked too hard.This is her lot. This is her town.That gorgeous biker and his club are going to find themselves in the midst of a war…a turf war.And Evelina plans to win.*Contains Adult Content*

    Our love was all consuming, passionate, and forbidden. We took risks to be together, carrying on an affair for months before her psychotic drug lord husband found the truth behind the lies. She barely escaped with her life … and that of my son. My club president told me that our love was no longer worth the risk, gave me a choice, and loyalty to the club being what it is, I walked away from her. I left behind the only thing I’ve ever wanted more than life itself and remained the dutiful soldier to a corrupt leader. Six years and a promotion to club president later, it’s time the lies stopped. She IS worth the risk, I’ve NEVER gone a day without thinking about her OR my son, and I know underneath it all she DOES still love me. She just won’t admit it … yet.

    Her five year plan had never included being a farmer's wife but now she's helping move cows, feed chickens and trying to find her way through the VandeKeere family interactions where she doesn't feel she fits in. The fact that the move was only temporary helped her go along with this detour in their life. That and the fact that their marriage was on shaky ground. Leslie hopes taking a break from their previous life will help her and her husband rekindle their marriage. But when her husband hints that the move might be permanent, she has to decide what to do. As she faces questions about her marriage and her faith in a God she didn't know much of before, Leslie has to struggle to find the only best place for her heart.

    Reagan is the reason for everything Brennan does—before she died, she made Brennan promise to stay good until she found a man worth keeping. No boys, no dating, and definitely no falling in love—those were the rules for college, and Brennan carved them into the brick walls guarding her heart… But there’s a fire burning behind those walls, and when Brennan meets Owen Scott, the (mysterious) new guy across the hall, she can’t deny the pull between them. He is everything she should never want. Everyone warns her to stay away—even Owen himself—but the heart wants what the heart wants, even if it knows that it’s going to get hurt—even if it means throwing old promises to new flames…

    My father, Damon Fox or "Preacher", the President of the infamous "Silver Demon's" motorcycle club -mother chapter- in East Village, New York City, was doing a five-year stint for aggravated assault and battery with a deadly weapon. It was not the first time my father had been in prison and it wouldn't be the last. The Silver Demon's MC was a notorious group of criminals who lived by the code of the road and gave modern society and all it entailed a great big f**k you."Never forget the day Eva came bouncin' into my f**ked up life, shakin' pigtails, singin' Janis, wearin’ chucks and sharin' peanuts and straight up stole any decency I had left which wasn't a whole lot but she f**kin' took it and I've been hers ever since."

    This scene is even more than his twisted soul can stomach. Compelled to intercede and save her, he has no idea his whole world is about to change. He believes he's doing the right thing until a secret she's hiding makes him question if saving her may be the biggest mistake of his life. The two strike a deal, a deal they may both come to regret. Can his soul be saved? Is there anything he won't do for her? Are there some things he just can't? And are there some things she can never forgive?

    Addiction. I knew those things. I lived them.Breathed them. So when I met the Prez’s daughter I knew I needed to stay far away from her.Yet she pushed my buttons and I found myself attracted to her and her mouthy ways.I learned the hard way that you can’t fix what doesn’t admit to being broken.And she was broken.