A bad boy biker. Too many Margaritas. Intense passion. If everyone deserves a second chance, then why are they so hard to get? The small and modest bar is the perfect hangout for Percy. Everybody minds their own business and no questions asked. Mexico was the right choice to get away from it all. Damaged inside and out he had to break free from his old MC club. He isn’t proud of those days and a lot has changed. Physically he’s in better shape than ever and money isn’t a problem. The worn out black jeans do nothing to hide his toned legs where you can see the muscles through the fabric. The black leather jacket looks like it's probably custom made for him. No wonder Shanna notices him right away when he walks through the door. She is far from home on vacation and wants nothing more than to just forget all about her cheating fiance. This dark mysterious man represents the exact opposite of everything she has left behind. An escape from ordinary life. When two people with completely different backgrounds meet, it’s impossible to predict the outcome. They both hope for a better future, but neither of them saw this one coming… ***** All books in the Lonely Rider MC series are stand-alone, steamy hot romance adventures with no cheating, no cliff-hangers and HEA.

    I’ll tell you that now. It’s not neat. I don’t fit into society the way most people expect me to and I don’t color studiously between the lines, outside the lines is where I reside. The fringes of society is where I found my place, with the Sons of Templar MC. The life they lived gave me everything I wanted, and everything I needed. Most importantly, it gave me something I’d been lacking for over a decade—family. A place to belong. Club girl—that was my title. There were other words for what I was, but I preferred the less derogatory version. Sure, I’d love to be an Old Lady. It’s the dream. But, as someone who escaped into fantasy worlds when life got too much, I knew the difference between dreams and reality. I had resigned myself to the fact, I’d always belong to the club. It didn’t mean I didn’t crave one man in particular to claim me. To put me on the back of his bike and ride off into the sunset with the man who’d captured my heart the first day I saw him—Hansen. The dream where he’d finally see me and make me his, existed strictly in Macy’s world of wonder. Until now. Until somehow my fantasy world and reality world collided and he looks at me in the way I’d dreamt of for a year. Fairy tales usually had neat and happy endings once the hero and heroine got together. This wasn’t a fairy tale. Hansen wasn’t your traditional hero and I was the furthest you could get from a heroine. I feared my past might dictate my future. That my world outside the lines would go from messy to complete disaster.

    Spiritual. Cunning.The violent guru.The Unholy are the sons of organized crime lords determined to rule the world. With their ruthless brand of vigilante justice, Deacon Cruz is the quiet stalker. To be a menacing outlaw or a charming, sweet talker, Deacon ignites a wild reaction everywhere. As the product of an illicit affair between an old lady from Delirium MC and the president from Reckless Rebellion MC, Deacon’s roller coasting of highs and lows started early.From running away and his prison release to learning to play for one, Deacon remains allied to both good and evil with his brand of spiritual wickedness. His mother built his character, and his father defined his violence, but his friendship with Sal Raniero tests his fortitude, forcing the uprising of a future Saint.Expect the unexpected in this brash look at the men of The Unholy. Fall for the bad boys in the SONS: Deacon Cruz (Son of Saint), Dom Gennaro (Son of Angel), Nick Cristos (Son of Cirque), and Sal Raniero as they forge friendships amidst the chaos of their destiny.

    That’s a risk I’m willing to take because I know what I’m doing is right. I expected my father to send someone to find me. He always does.But this guy?I’ve never lain eyes on him before; trust me, I’d remember this man.He’s damn fine; unfortunately he won’t let me seduce him into keeping my secret. Memphis—Trouble in a tank top, that’s what this beauty is. She thinks she can sweet-talk me into getting involved in her deception. I may want to get wrapped up in her arms, but getting wrapped up in her scheme is a whole other ball game.Guess again, sweet cheeks. I don’t care how fine your strut is; it won’t work on me.I’m immune where the hot-as-hell Club Princess is involved.My loyalty belongs to my club first, but I’m a nomad for a reason, and letting Lola get her hooks in me is not in my plan.

    Having children, and a fiancé involved in a motorcycle club, has her and Shadow becoming distant, and missing their sexy escapades. A spark that was once a vibrant flame is now a suppressing ember.Shadow knows he has not been there for Dani, not like he should be. Doing the dirty work of the club, and taking on the responsibilities of Vice President of The Devil’s Dust, he’s had his hands full.With violent murders unfolding around the club, it has thrown town locals into a panic. What they didn’t expect was for them to get caught up in the carnage.Can Dani and Shadow survive the distance that has been wedged between them, or will it have them questioning their imminent marriage?

    He’s Sergeant-at-Arms for the Steel Titans MC. Running protection detail on someone should be a walk in the park. And it would be. If it was on anybody but HER.Lucy Taylor. He’s stayed away from her for a reason. But now they’ve been thrown together, all bets are off. The beast wants out of its cage. To take her. To devour her. To claim her. But that would mean breaking a code. Betraying a brotherhood. Just cuz a man wants something doesn’t mean it’s right to take it. But she’s more than a want. She’s a craving. In his bones. A woman who makes a man want to brave chaos and even Hell itself Besides, this biker’s always game for a rough and wild ride. *This is a standalone novella*

    It started when I was young and progressively has gotten worse over the years. But for the first time ever I’ve found myself in a compromising position — backed into a corner. Forced to run to the one person on this planet who doesn’t view me as a callous creature, I go to the only blood I have left. My daughter, Boss, the Prez of the Iron Vex MC. There’s no chance to save my soul, but I will save my club by doing the only thing I can. The Demons of Hell will be no more. It’s time for a new era. I can only hope they find safety in the Iron Vex MC.

    She has a daughter that apparently knows it all and a best friend that could possibly have the mouth of Satan, but she's been with her through hell and back. Then there's the hunk'a'licious biker neighbor finally showing interest in her. If only she wasn't about to face her next obstacle in life, the one she ran from six years ago; her ex-husband.Talon Marcus is the president of the Hawks Motorcycle Club. For two years he's had his eye on the quiet, reclusive, yet sassy, neighbor Zara. Finally, he has the chance to claim her as his woman. Just when her past catches up with her, she'll need, not only his protection, but the help from his biker brothers.Now, if only she'd stop fighting him along the way.

    I never thought for a million years I’d set foot in an outlaw biker club house. I certainly never thought that I’d jump into bed with one of them… Arrogant, cocky, and wickedly handsome underneath all his tattoos and leather, Vance Coldman is every one of my sinful fantasies come true. The word ‘no’ isn’t a part of his vocabulary, not out here in the desert where violence is law and might is right. I’ve never gotten a chance to sample his dark forbidden world. Not until now. But something tells me that he intends on giving me more than just a glimpse. … and that he doesn’t plan on holding back. ~~~ Violence is law and might is right in my world. A man will do everything he can to defend his property—be it his bike or his woman. Out here, a man makes his own luck. That’s the way I’ve lived. Anything else is just slavery with a better name. So when she’s asking for a taste of my world, she’s getting it all. But what she doesn’t seem to understand is this: When you step into my world, you’re not leaving. Not now, not later. NOT EVER This is a full length standalone romance novel with a guaranteed HEA ending and NO CLIFFHANGERS!

    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.

    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.

    Protect. Defend.Anna Kloss grew up as a smart girl in the Sinister Knights Motorcycle Club, an above-the-law group of misfits that fights to safeguard the women of their town. Straddling both worlds, she's lived the last few years in a college dorm, losing herself in the promise of her future and trying to forget the lost love of her past. As Vice President of the Sinister Knights, Ryker Beckett has proven his dedication and loyalty by sitting in a county jail cell for three years for saving one woman from a nightmarish assault. The woman. The only one who matters. Prez's young, innocent, and untouched daughter, Anna. But now, Ryker is back, his sights set on reconnecting with the woman who occupied every minute of his thoughts while he was away. Anna's all grown up, but she’s still the only one he can't have, the only one he craves... Is she ready for this giant, rough-around-the-edges biker to protect and defend her forever? Warning: Ryker is hard in all the right places—a tall, tattooed drink of water sitting on a powerful engine. He's got his mind on one woman only, and when he sees her again, he's determined to get her bred and on his bike for their sultry ride into the sunset.

    When his best friend is murdered by a rival MC, he returns home determined to exact his own personal revenge.Veterinarian Dr. Kendra Shaw has never ignored an animal in need. So when a call comes in about an injured eagle she doesn't think twice about going alone to a secluded cabin to meet the caller. What she finds there sets her on a shocking path she never imagined...Flint and Kendra are forced together in a tense situation where neither wants to be. Flint knows a smart woman like Kendra would never fall for a man like him. Nothing more than common outlaw. A bad guy.What they soon discover hidden behind their differences is a fiery passion that ignites and bursts into flames. Can they overcome their obstacles and fight for their love or will the grim reality of life in the MC destroy their chances forever?This story unfolds over two volumes, approximately 26,000 words each.

    As the hot sun bears down on him, his will to live slips away, but he can't close his eyes. Sleep is the enemy and now it seems he has found his own slice of hell. But through the mist of his agony, a girl's soft voice drifts over him and the sound of it draws him away from the darkness. While riding her horse, Evangeline "Angel" Sharpe finds a man bloodied and beaten. Despite knowing that she'll be in trouble for bringing him to the Bedlam MC compound, she takes him home to tend his wounds. While the handsome stranger heals, Angel finds herself falling for him. As the mystery of his past is revealed, she helps him struggle with the truth, a truth that will lead to his true identity . . . an identity that could destroy Angel's world.

    MISSY The dirty little secret dad left in the basement was supposed to be our salvation. Guess nobody told him you don't take cash from killers without savage consequences. Now, the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club owns my sister and I. We're only alive because the rugged hulk with the piercing eyes who won't stop ordering me around says so. He saved us, but he's also an enigma I don't understand. Why does he keep calling me his old lady? Is he really the light to our darkness? And why the hell can't I stop thinking nasty, shameful things about ending up underneath his wicked tattoos and crude lips? BRASS I claimed her on impulse, and all my brothers laughed. Didn't know I'd end up with a smoking hot spitfire who looks at me like I'm the devil himself. I expected my reputation to crack, but my damned mind's going with it. She's got me questioning my own club and asking myself every single day how long I can keep my hands off her. It was only pretend, a way to keep her safe. But I can't ignore the very real brutality, corruption, and danger stalking us. Just like I can't forget the storm in my blood that won't stop howling 'til she's wearing my brand and bracing for my kiss. Play time's over. Missy's gonna be my old lady - no more faking it - and nothing's standing in my way...