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.

    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.

     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.

    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

    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.

     This Chapter of Royal Bastards is set in Flagstaff, AZ

    That childhood bond turned to puppy love, and then pure, burning lust. We were biker brats, teenage misfits who only had eyes and hands for each other. But all that changed when our club found out her dad was a rat—an FBI informant trying to take down our empire. He betrayed his club. He betrayed his brothers. He betrayed her. He betrayed us. To tarnish the brotherhood legacy with such disloyalty and dishonor comes with swift retribution. Now, I’m forced to make a choice: my girl or my club. This will destroy her. Destroy us. In order to earn my patch, I have to take a traitor’s life—his. A dark, delicious, thrill ride, sure to have you turning the pages, desperate to see how it all ends.

     Blayze As the V.P. of a dangerous MC, I knew the moment I was handed my patch, my life would forever change. I no longer belonged to myself, but I belong to the Royal Bastards, MC, Los Angeles. Do or die by the patch. Blood on my hands for my club. Several girls missing puts my club on alert. Danyella, my only family left, has disappeared right along with them. I've torn this city apart looking for her. Danger prevails as a blaze created by unknown enemies ignites. Monica, my Prez's sister and the woman I've denied myself for years, finds herself caught in their flames. As I search for the ones I love, I turn into a raging inferno, inflicting pain upon anyone who stands in my way. Monica They have hurt me. They have tortured me. They used me as a pawn in other people's games. Not anymore. I refuse to watch the man I love fall apart. I can't let past mistakes destroy someone I cherish. I won't let spilled blood ruin the only man who's captured my heart and repaired my soul.

    Alternate cover edition - ASIN B017JX376OOne notorious 1%erOne innocent trapped in an impossible situationOne vicious crime lordThree people who aren't who they appear to be= one big (bloody) mess.Reign is no stranger to the criminal underbelly and hard life, but when a random woman comes (literally) crashing into his life- learning things she has no business knowing, and bringing with her the weight of the city's biggest skin trader- the "hard life" starts to take on a whole new meaning.

    I was fine with that until he walked into my life. Now, I can't shove that half of myself into the dark anymore. My club won't understand and the woman I want definitely won't get it, but what choice do I have? I want them both and I'm done with not taking what I want. Yeah, I'm savage enough to screw the rules to get what I want and I want them. Both of them—and I won't settle for less. You can't control who you love but sometimes, it's savage enough to make its own heat.

    According to them, there has to be a reason for my apathy. There has to be some sort of explanation for the calculating way I run my Club. There has to be a root cause for my depravity.They can’t wrap their heads around the fact that I’m evil, that I’m darkness personified. Doing so would force them to acknowledge that the Devil has left Hell and is living among them.Most people may think I’m Satan, but I answer to Lynch, President of the Ravens Ruin MC, and the Antichrist doesn’t have sh*t on me.

    She’s a nun. Cloistered away from the world—desperate to keep her head down and obey all the rules. When they meet sparks fly. Loyalties are tested.Secrets are hidden. And forbidden fruit… just might be tasted.

    . . 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.

    That’s my new saying in life, and trust me, life handed me lots of lemons. For eighteen years I took those lemons that life and “destiny” threw at me and made lemonade, but I’m no longer a naive girl. I was forced to grow up too fast and the one person I depended on turned his back on me. So now I say screw the lemonade and just give me a bottle of tequila, because I don’t believe in destiny anymore. There is no pre-designed path set out for each of us. Sometimes bad things happen, it’s just a part of life. It sucks, but you have to pick yourself up and get on with your life. I’m done just sitting around and waiting for my life to change or something good to just fall in my lap. It took me awhile to understand, but once I was done being the doormat to destiny, it was time for me to take control. I would decide where I would go in life and what would happen. It wouldn't always be pretty, it would sometimes hurt like hell, but I would make sure I lived my life to the fullest. It time to rewrite destiny.