She saved her virginity. Torque Morrison is a biker without roots—a Nomad—and he likes it that way. The pierced and tattooed member of the Death’s Door MC is a bad boy who’s lived hard and stayed away from what he really wants…the curvy Delilah. And staying away from what’s forbidden has been the hardest thing he’s ever done. Delilah Stringer was the daughter of the Death’s Door MC president, and she wasn’t a shrinking violet. The outlaws she grew up around may be crude and nasty, but they’re also protective, and they’d never approve of her being with a fellow Patch. But Torque is the only man she’s ever wanted. And then he’s back in town, and one drunken night leads to her giving him her virginity. Torque finally claims Delilah. She’s him in all ways. He isn’t about to walk away from her, no matter who he has to go up against to make that known. Warning: A fast, filthy story that leaves nothing to the imagination is just a page away. It’s unbelievable, and it might even be a little ridiculous, but it hits the spot in all the right ways. Reader note: This story was previously published under the title Ridin’ Her Rough. It has since been revised and re-edited.

    For fourteen months, Puck Redhouse sat in a cell and kept his mouth shut, protecting the Silver Bastards MC from their enemies. Then he was free and it was time for his reward—full membership in the club, along with a party to celebrate. That’s when he saw Becca Jones for the first time and set everything in motion. Before the night ended he’d violated his parole and stolen her away from everything she knew. Five years. It was five years ago that Puck destroyed Becca and saved her all in one night. She’s been terrified of him ever since, but she’s even more terrified of the monsters he still protects her from... But Becca refuses to let fear control her. She’s living her life and moving forward, until she gets a phone call from the past she can't ignore. She has to go back, and there’s only one man she can trust to go with her—the ex-con biker who rescued her once before. Puck will help her again, but this time it’ll be on his terms. No more lies, no more tears, and no more holding back what he really wants...This edition only: A new Silver Valley story

    The one your man dreams about. I live up to my name… CLUBWHORE. And this is my story. She needs something. Something Devil’s Renegade MC Sergeant at Arms Bryce is more than willing to give. But he’s not the kind of man who asks. He takes. And soon, he will take her. He’ll dominate her. He’ll captivate her. She’ll be his—no patches…no property…no titles. Only her. Only him. She thinks this is her story to tell. It very well may be. But he's fixing to rewrite it. Note: This is a full-length standalone Devil's Renegade Motorcycle Club novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

    He’s 28, tall, dark, gorgeous, and 100% alpha male. In the relationship department, things either go one way or the other. He either shows them a good time and moves on, never going back for seconds, or he stakes a claim and things get serious REAL fast. It’s been a long while since he’s been motivated to claim anyone. Deacon has what some might classify a problem with possessiveness and jealousy. When he stakes his claim, he means it. And he allows no one to mess with that.Meet Ella. Ella, 23, is like the Marilyn Munster of her eclectic household. Despite her crazy hippie parents and rambunctious little brother, her life is boring and humdrum. And her love life is so far off the mark that she considers herself in a serious relationship with her battery-operated boyfriend. She’s having trouble shaking off an ex that won’t go away and fending off her partying friends who continually hassle her to either party with them or be their designated driver. But things are about to get real for Ella. Real fast. Very soon after she notices the new Beautiful Biker in town she finds herself in a real pickle. In fact, Ella keeps finding herself in trouble. And Deacon, whose MC has just opened a chapter, biker bar, and garage in Ella’s town, (much to the chagrin of an existing rival MC), notices Ella, too. Deacon keeps swooping in to save Ella’s bacon from a variety of tight spots.And because of that, it draws even further attention to her. Someone or several someones want revenge against Deacon and his MC and don’t mind using Ella to make a point.Ella has been warned away from Deacon. And she worries that her heart will go SPLAT if she lets the beautiful biker get too close. But it’s too late. Ella has no choice because Deacon is determined to get right in her space.

    That’s what I think every time he strides into my bar. The Kings of Kearny run this small Texas town, and Jakob is their chief enforcer. The Viking, they call him. He’s a criminal. As dangerous as he is sexy. The kind of man who makes my inner cavewoman sit up and take notice. Him big. Make strong babies. Bring home mammoth for dinner.I’m ready to indulge her desires, but just for one night. Unfortunately, Jakob has other plans. Someone in town is breaking one of the cardinal rules set by the leader of The Kings. And Jakob thinks they’re using my grandmother’s nursing home as a front for their illicit activities. Now I’m neck-deep in trouble with him, and every time I think I’ve figured out what’s really going on, Jakob reveals another piece of the puzzle. I need to figure out how far I’m willing to go to protect this town. How far I’m willing to go with Jakob. Because if I fall for him, there’s no going back. No hope for a peaceful ending. But Jakob is the kind of man who makes me think that peaceful is overrated, and that descending into darkness with him could lead to something even better than a Happily Ever After.

    I expected them to ride on past us, but when they slowed and pulled up behind Pops’ truck I straightened nervously. They weren’t just weekend bikers, I could tell that immediately by the way they were dressed and the air of danger that they exuded. The six men belonged to an honest to goodness motorcycle club, and their worn, leather cuts were decked out in colorful patches and name tags.They looked serious, and mean as hell. As I watched them climb off their large bikes and slowly approach us, I added big and handsome to their description. I glanced at Pops, looking for a sign that he knew these bikers. If he didn’t, I was going back to my car to retrieve my baseball bat out of the back seat. He just smiled and gave me a wink.What was I worried about, anyway? We were on a busy public highway. I took a deep breath, smiled, and said in my usual, cheery tone, “Hi, boys.”I couldn’t tell where their eyes were focused, since they were all wearing dark sunglasses. The man who appeared to be the leader, the hunk wearing the president’s patch, came to a stop a couple of feet away from us. I began to feel self-conscious of my clinging, wet clothes, especially when I felt my nipples turn hard against my thin tee. I crossed my arms, but the quirk of the man’s lips told me that it hadn’t been fast enough.Jerk!“You pickin’ up strays now, Pops?”Ohmygod! The deep, gravelly tone of his voice was sexy as hell, and it did something quirky to my core. The man wasn’t too bad on the eyes, either. He was taller than most, his sun-tanned skin pulled taut over his super hot muscles. He oozed dominance, and the clunky silver rings on his fingers screamed that they were his backup.“’Bout damn time you got here,” Pops grumbled, pushing away from his truck. “And be nice to cutie, here, she stopped to help, and fed me, too.”“Cutie?”Now I knew that his eyes were full on me, and I could tell by the tilt of his head that he was looking me up and down, as if he had the right to. I didn’t like his intimidation tactics, even if his presence was having an unexpected affect on my lady bits, something I’m sure he was accustomed to when it came to the opposite sex. The devil in me prompted me to lower my arms and slap my hands on my curvy hips in a move that I knew was challenging. A big mistake, I knew, when his sexy mouth turned up at both corners.“Looks like a drowned rat to me.” The bikers behind him laughed.“Flattery will get you nowhere,” I responded sarcastically, meeting what I thought were his eyes. I turned my attention back to Pops, putting my hand on his thin shoulder. “Now that your boy is here, I’ll be on my way. It was nice meeting you.” I glanced back at the group of bikers. “Goodbye, boys.” I gave them a wave, eager to be on my way.“Baby--” The sound of his growly voice made me stop in my tracks to look back at him. “You call me a boy again, and I’ll be only too happy to show you that I’m a man.”

    No Cliffhanger, HEA Guaranteed!CrossI'm the guy whose name brings fear into the hearts of even the hardest men. They call me Cross, because I've killed enough men to fill a cemetery, and I never saw any problem with that. Until a woman I hardly remember brought my eleven-year-old daughter that I didn't know existed, to my doorstep and left her for me to take care of.At first my daughter was a complication I didn't need, but now I'll do everything I can to raise her right. I'll even stay away from her hot-as-sin guidance counselor Roxanne, who makes me feel like I'm twenty again, and not pushing forty. Which isn't to say I wouldn't show her what a real man can do with a woman like her.RoxieMy father was the president of an outlaw MC, and until I turned twenty-one a world of bikers, mayhem and crime was all I knew. Then a rival gang destroyed it all, killed my family and everyone I held dear, and made me the property of a brutal, ruthless man. I ran away, got an education, and haven't looked back.Now I'm the guidance counselor at a small town junior high school, my old life so far behind me it might as well be someone else's past, and I was happy to leave it there. But then I met Cross, the bad boy biker father of one of my wayward students. He makes me yearn for the life I lost, crave all the excitement that used to be my everyday. Makes me want to be a bad girl again, if only for one night.But I won't go down that road again. It doesn't lead anywhere good.Cross: Devil's Nightmare MC is biker romance novel, which contains steamy sex scenes and deals with disturbing themes that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Intended for 18+ audiences.

    All because of him. Jafar. As my world burned down around me, he offered me a choice. Walk away with nothing but my freedom… Or rise to his challenge and win my fortune back. I bargained. I lost. Now Jafar owns me, and even as my mind rails against his rules, my body loves the punishments he deals out when I break them. But a gilded cage is still a prison, I’ll do anything to obtain my freedom. Even betray the man I’m falling for.

    They’re the local bikers and the club that helps keep the town safe, but they have their own kind of rules. They party hard and do whatever the hell they want. But her father’s debts to the club mean Angel has no choice.Lash loves his club, but he wants a woman who hasn’t slept with all the crew. Angel is just what he’s looking for. She’s sweet, young … and a virgin. He wants her more than anything and has already staked his claim on her.When Lash touches her, Angel can’t help but melt. He sets fires inside her body with his wandering hands and sinful lips. She can’t say no, and she wants him desperately.But when all seems to be going so well for Angel and Lash, their pasts catch up to them. The Skulls have enemies who want the town and their women. Lash must decide who to put first, the club or his woman. Is Angel strong enough to stand by his side when the going gets tough? And what will happen when tragedy and pain both hit at once?

    He’s the bad ass biker with an attitude.It’s never going to work. . .Sunny knows she should steer clear of her neighbor. He’s rough, gruff and quite possibly, dangerous.So why can’t she keep her mind off him? Or her body from reacting around him? Or her Little side from wanting to appear and beg him to cuddle her, kiss her, spank her. . .Duke barely notices his neighbor. Until she becomes a convenient target for his bad mood. Afterwards he feels awful. In fact he starts to notice her in a completely different light.He might be a biker with an attitude, but all he’s ever wanted is someone to love and protect. Someone to dominate and cherish. And it seems to him that Sunny just might give him everything he needs.

    Lila Emerson is finally free of the shadow of her politically connected family, with her new job in a small town Emergency Room. But her new peace is shattered when she encounters the dangerous, but compelling Striker. He's everything she should stay away from, but all she craves. And since he keeps turning up in her ER, he's hard to avoid. As Vice President of No Prisoners outlaw motorcycle club, Striker is no stranger to violence. But when it touches the pretty doctor he wants in his bed, he'll do anything to keep her safe. When Striker and Lila are thrust together, sparks fly and passions ignite. Before long they find themselves entangled in a relationship neither saw coming. The MC can and will eliminate any threat against Lila, but what if they—and the man she's falling for—are the reason she’s in danger?

    But her father, Crest Tolleson, always took pains to keep Kira out of the violent chaos surrounding the club. When a rival gang massacres the Coast Devils, including Kira’s father, she knows their brutality will not spare her if she is found. In desperation Kira flees to the Arizona desert to find the one man who might help her. His name is Orion. As leader of the Defiant MC, he is tough, explosive, unbearably sexy. And once, he was her father’s best friend. Confronted by the innocent young woman he'd known long ago, Orion agrees to take her in. That is, if Kira is willing to meet his terms... Warning: This is a novella and contains violence and explicit sexual situations which may be objectionable to some readers. Not recommended for anyone under the age of 18.

    But I don't, because I'm too used to doing what I've been told. Too used to working and struggling and surviving to do anything different. A closed sign wouldn't stop him anyway. He's here to collect a debt. And I'm the only one left to pay.Author's Note: Ride Me Hard is part one in the Devil's Host MC serial.

    So much time that he's never bothered to settle down. So the day he sees his step-niece for the first time, he's not ready for what she makes him feel. Clara is old enough to make her own decisions, and she’s decided she wants her step-uncle, Rex. Everyone is telling her it's wrong, but she can only follow her heart. She just needs to be ready for the consequences when he finally claims her. Warning: When Jessa and Alexa team up you know it’s going to be terrible. Terribly-wonderful! This over-the-top tidal wave of love is about to sweep you under. Don't worry, you'll thank us!

    Unfortunately, she manages to catch the eye of Razer, who has every intention of tempting her to take him on despite her misgivings. When her worst fears are realized, she is left heartbroken, determined to forget her walk on the wild side. Razer was not going to change for any woman, not even Beth. Their lifestyles were too different; betrayed she ran. Realizing his mistake too late; she was not about to forgive and forget. It takes a killer intent on targeting Beth to bring her back to him and The Last Riders for protection. Razer may have learned his lesson, but this time, as long as she is at the club, she has to play by their rules. This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, multiple partners, moderate violence and explicit language offends you.