It's ruled by outlaws, gangs, cartels, and dirty kings. Now the new Prez of the Royal Bastards MC has set his sights on me. But he's not the only dark ruler who wants a queen. I'm caught between rivals. Fought over like a prize. But I'm no man's possession. I'm as wild as the desert itself, full of rough edges and hair that blows like a tumbleweed. No man has tamed my rebellious heart yet. Tarak Cassadore is a black hole sucking me into his universe of mayhem. His Apache blood is strong and hot. His lineage shows in every hard plane of his face... in every corded muscle on his body. But If he thinks I have stars in my eyes like every other sweetbutt, he can think again. I'm not a sucker for the new Desert King... the Prez of the Royal Bastards MC. Even if the heat in his eyes brands me with some sort of unspoken promise. But his want puts an even bigger target on my back. The leader of the Black Scorpion MC decides to make his move against Tarak by taking me prisoner. Bound to both MC's... which one will I chose? They all want to break me. Bend me to their will. But when I'm done, every desert king will bend the knee to me, their desert queen.

    at Arms for the Royal Bastards NYC/Rotten Apple Chapter▪▪▪▪ I knew immediately Nixx’s tough girl game was an act—New Yorker with a rough edge and a decent size chip on her shoulder—I wasn’t buyin’ that mess at all. She has the eyes of a damn angel and lips that’d make the most religious man wanna lay down with Satan himself. She’d make the Bastards a lot of money. I’d make sure of that. Rattler thought he’d be the one to pull her in, but she was used to guys like him. She hadn’t been around one like me. My mama always said, “You get more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.” I’d be the honey until Nixx was grindin’ on and openin’ all those flies. Boy, did that girl shock the hell outta me. It was like takin’ candy from a baby. Until, she started to like her job too much. I told her she’d be a waitress. I swear on my mama it wasn’t a lie. She did waitress. Then she stripped, escorted, did webcams. Then I took her to L.A. to see what she was made of. That’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed my buttons too many times—smilin’ and teasin’ while she was with all them other dudes. I wasn’t supposed to fall for any of those girls. Turn ‘em out, keep ‘em high, and make ‘em work those little honey pots until they couldn’t stand—that was my job. Nixx’ s pot never broke or ran dry. For some reason it bugged the ever livin’ piss outta me. Ya know, Eve took the world down by makin’ Adam eat an apple. Either Nixx was the shiniest apple of the bunch or the most rotten apple of ‘em all. ▪▪▪▪Nicolette Barrett/Nixx Barrit▪▪▪▪ I’m Nixx Barrit—it should be Ni-XXX with three fat ‘X’s considering I’m a fancy hooker. Ya know—an escort. Whatever you wanna call it, I do what I do for the all mighty dollar. Cash is king and it all hits the palms of the most royal, rotten hands in the Big Apple. It started when FOCUS and Rattler walked into a diner where I worked. Next thing I knew I was a waitress in their place, The Mounds Bar, at least that’s what the Bastards said I’d be. What a joke! It took about a month, until I was crawlin' around on the middle of the stage. The girls tried to feed me meth and liquor but the biggest drug of all was FOCUS. If you piled all of them on a table they wouldn't compare to the high I got bein' around that psycho Irishman.

    He was my shield, my rock, with dark grey eyes that burned through me. Now I’ve walked right back in to Heavy’s world to see the hatred and rage in his eyes. But he cannot hide the sensual hunger and feral desire to own my heart, dominate my body and possess my soul – a silent promise I’ll belong to him no matter the cost and no one will get in his way.

    If I was going to protect the club, I would need to break her.And I was going to enjoy every moment of it. Her mind would despise me, but her body would plead for more.And once I was done, I was going to keep both.

    After all, as the immortal illegitimate son of King Tut, I was truly a royal bastard. But I soon discovered I liked club life and was proud to watch my brothers’ backs, just as they watched mine.It was a good, simple, life. One I knew wouldn’t last, because it never does.It was a phone call from my blood brother in Australia that ended my peace this time. The country was burning with supernatural fires and he needed my affinity with the element to fight them. Things got complicated when I discovered the woman who started them — a rather alluring woman who awakened something deep inside me — was an innocent pawn in a much larger plan. A plan that would fall to me to find a way to stop before it destroyed everything I held dear.

    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.

    Because getting my rocks off isn't nearly as important as protecting the Royal Bastards MC. I may only be the VP of the Detroit Chapter, but I take my job seriously, and no bitch is going to come between my club and me. But the new batch of submissives we've just received has me turning my head, and while my club starts to tear itself apart from the inside out, the platinum-haired beauty in my cuffs is the only thing on my mind. I don't care that I'm more than double Lacey's age, and I don't care that my closest companion in the club wants her. I'm going to collar her and make her my baby girl. Amidst the gun powder, lead, lust, and betrayal, I've got to step up and take what's rightfully mine. I am Lacey's Daddy, and this club's enforcer--God help the sorry son of a bitch who stands in Daddy's way.

    Meet the founding members of the Royal Bastards New Orleans National Chapter!Troy 'SADDLE' MaverickFalling in love is the last thing on my mind.It's a far-fetched notion that doesn't exist in my world of death and mayhem.That is, until Crystal Tanenbaum walks into my life.More like drops...onto my lap.All curves and sweetness wrapped into a beautiful package.She is not the type of woman that could handle my world.Completely innocent.Completely out of my league.I know I'll destroy her, but I can't keep myself away.She's captured my heart and now she'll have to deal with the consequences.Cowboys and bikers in one Holiday Read-you can't go wrong with this one!

    The demons that reside within demand that I release them no matter the cost.I don’t know what it’s like to love. I don’t believe that it actually exists. Life ain’t no damn fairytale.I’ve seen beautiful woman, and I’ve been with lots of them.But it’s the pain in her eyes that I crave to consume.I want it all, her flesh, heart, and soul. I may lose everything to keep her.But even the fires of hell couldn’t keep me away. I would battle even my Brothers just to protect her.She’s mine for better or for worse.Royal Bastards MC Reading OrderBook 1: IceBook 2: River

    The only thing that runs through my veins now is hatred, and it’s never going to change. I shut out all my emotions a long time ago and I’ll be damned if I’ll release them ever again. Not even for her.Like the treacherous winds of a hurricane, she invaded my life. But, it’s not the first time she done this. Although, this time it’s different. My club and I are the only ones who can help her father bring down a common enemy.I'll help her father for a price, but I won't ever allow myself to feel something for her ever again. That bridge was literally ripped from the ground by the cyclone of chaos that summer.In this life, it’s kill or be killed and I’m not about to die. Scorch is my name and I’ll fuck anyone up who tries to cross me.

    

    . . but I didn't. I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I went to the one person who just might believe my ass - the national charter Prez, Rancid. Fortunately for me, he believed every word I told him and had me lay low for a while. The plan he made was foolish at best and got me in deeper shit than I was in before. What a load of shit that is. Or at least, it's what I thought. I'm a dead man, but none of it matters when my eyes see the one thing I'd gamble with. Her.

     Rain: Up north, in what they call The Last Frontier, we play by a different set of rules. Everything is brutal, from the weather down to the criminal underworld. I’m a Royal Bastard through and through. I live by the club’s code. I don’t take shit, I dish out plenty, and I never lay a hand on a woman unless she asks me to. So, I don’t take too kindly to these scumbag Russian mobsters playing sex-trafficking roulette on my watch. Not in my backyard. Then there’s Cassie. She ain’t good for business, but when my Pres says, “Keep an eye on her,” watching her becomes my part-time job, and I can’t say I don’t want to go fulltime with it. Yet, keeping her safe means keeping her close, and the closer we get, the more danger she’s in. Cassie: It’s always freezing up here. Maybe I shouldn’t have moved to Alaska, but my drive to help some of the city’s homeless kids was too strong. I never expected things to be this… cold. These kids aren’t safe, and my new personal bodyguard seems to think I’m in as much danger as they are. Rain. What am I going to do with him? He’s not the relationship type, but he is gentle with me. How can a man so frozen be so warm? And how could I go from being so closeminded about bikers to constantly craving one of my own? This is motorcycle club romantic suspense full of violence, mayhem, alpha males, feisty women, and the Bratva.

    A Lost Soul. One Last Chance.CaponeAs President of the Royal Bastards MC, Los Angeles Chapter, I have enemies everywhere. They'll use anything and anyone to exploit me. Regardless, only one person has ever brought me to my knees. Danyella.My Bella.Her emerald green eyes captured my soul the moment we looked at each other. I constantly watch her and the light in her eyes is fading. Her laughter and smiles all but gone. I realize that my enemies have found my kryptonite. She's become their pawn, and there's only one way to get her back.Revenge.DanyellaThe first time I heard his deep, raspy voice, it sent chills down my spine. He called me, "My Bella." If only he knew how much those two words crushed me. Derek is lethal. He's ruthless and he can never know what I've done to protect his Club and my heart. The struggle to climb out of the hole I buried myself in is real. I've been slowly sinking into the shadows, trying to find a way into the light again, but all I see is darkness all around me with no way out.Coming September 1, 2020

    What if the man who tried to sell you, suddenly became your captor? What if your captor was keeping a secret from you, and not just any secret, a someone? What if behind the walls he builds, his tough exterior isn't what he’s portraying? But then again, what if I'm wrong? What if he is the devil, and I'm left in the dark fighting for every last breath...