Those people would be irrevocably wrong. Our now rival MC, The Dogs of Chaos, was proof. Their club’s greed outweighed the amount of honor they had for our deal. We were quick to remind them what a colossal mistake they made. I was the Vice President of the Cleveland, Ohio Chapter of the Royal Bastards MC. My cut was sacred, and I wore our colors with pride. I thought of my past daily, but that didn’t mean I still loved her. The remnants of guilt I felt in my gut every day didn’t prove that I should have followed her. They were reminders of my life, a part of the history of how I became who I am: a stubborn SOB with a foul mouth and a heap of felonies. Stealing guns, arson, breaking and entering, these were all petty things to me. My only weakness was admitting my true feelings for her, and I refused to…until I was forced. When Ray abruptly walked into my life again, or rather, I barged into hers, I quickly vowed this time would be different. The thing was, a person couldn’t make promises without considering the rest of their life, particularly someone with as many enemies as I had. I stupidly got caught up in the moment and forgot who I was and what that meant for her. I never meant for any of it to happen; I didn’t want this for her. The Dogs would retaliate for our transgressions; this much I was certain of. Having knowledge didn’t make a difference in the end, because what they took from me could never be replaced. I was Logan “Crow” Williams, and just like a crow, I would hunt them down and reap my revenge in blood.

     As the president of Royal Bastards MC, Lincoln, Nebraska Chapter, Petros knows how to rule with a steel grip and a rough demand. When he takes a woman hostage as part of a debt that needs to be collected, he doesn’t realize it could very well lead to a debt he ends up paying for. A rival MC, doubts of loyalty, cleaning up a mess others made—in the end everything can tip the balance of life and death for everyone involved.

    . . 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.

    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.

    The Royal Bastards Enforcer’s life hasn’t been easy. His past has taught him that love no longer exists, At least not until he meets the curvy green-eyed vixen almost half his age. Instant attraction sparks a deep burn and a need he didn’t know existed. Fighting off her sexy, feisty attitude is only half the battle, And this Christmas his demons aren’t willing to back down. When December Falls arrives in Washington, she’s ready to start a new life. But bad choices and a fiery temper don’t help matters, Especially when she comes across the big, ill-tempered Enforcer. Leo is way more than she bargained for. The last thing December expects is to fall in love, Her past has been filled with heartache and broken wishes. But when this dark eyed Guardian crosses her path, He may just be the one to make her Christmas wish come true.

    The heir to a notorious, criminal MC. And my student. There was no way I could get involved. No way I could stay involved. Then, no way I could get out alive. An MC student/teacher romance.

    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.

    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.

    Dane ReynoldsPresident of the Savage Angels MC.Fierce, strong and loyal.He’s had his eye on Kat for a while now and has been waiting for her to come to him but he’s had enough of waiting.He’s decided it’s time to make her his.Katarina Saunders.Kat to the world, international rock star.Lead singer for The Grinders.Until she has an accident that ruins her career and sends her running into the mountains, away from everything and everyone.Will these two come together?Or will Kat’s savage stalker get to her first?From USA Today Best Selling Author Kathleen Kelly.Series Order:Savage Stalker #1Savage Fire #2Savage Town #3Savage Lover #4Savage Sacrifice #5Savage Rebel #6Savage Lies #7Savage Life #8Savage Christmas #9

    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.

    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

    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.

    Everyone but Bryce Ryan. There’s more happening at the club’s garage than muscle car restorations and Harley rebuilds. Her instincts are screaming there’s a story—one she’s going to tell.As the new owner of the small town’s newspaper, Bryce is hungry for more than birth announcements and obituaries. When a woman is brutally killed and all signs point to the club, Bryce is determined to expose the members and their leader, Kingston “Dash” Slater, as murderers.Bryce bests Dash match after match, disappointed her rugged and handsome opponent turns out to be an underwhelming adversary. Secrets are exposed. Truths defeat lies. Bryce is poised to win this battle in a landslide.Then Dash breaks all the rules and tips the scales.One kiss, and she’s fighting to save more than just her story. She’s fighting to save her heart from the Steel King.

    Monotonous.And then tall, dark, and dangerous walks into the bar where I work.Before I know it, I’m in his arms asking him to rescue me.He’s Colt Weston, President of the Blue Angels MC.Colt makes me feel alive…and wanted.The Blue Angels embrace me as one of their own, and when a violent rival threatens to tear us apart, I learn what loyalty truly means.Family. Sacrifice. Revenge.There’s nothing Colt won’t do to protect me.