He never stays with the same woman, and although there are plenty of women who want to be his old lady, he wants none of that. He doesn't date.He doesn't let chicks ride on the back of his bike.He doesn't fall in love.And that suits him just fine until he meets her whose eyes light a fire in him. Problem is she's not so easy to get into his bed. Hawk wants her. And when Hawk wants something he takes it. Cara Minelli doesn't want to go to the biker bar, but her friend talks her into it. Swearing off men since she caught her fiancé cheating on her right before her wedding, she has buried herself in her career not wanting a man in her life. Until she sees him. He is sexy, rough, crude, and oh so very wrong for her. So why can't she stop thinking of all the nasty things he'll do to her if she relents and lets him in her bed?Then a vicious killer who has been strangling women in the area focuses on Cara. Police think bikers are involved. Can Cara set aside her trust issues and let Hawk into her life? Hawk sees it as his job to protect what is his...and Cara is very much his even if she doesn't know it yet. Cara keeps her heart guarded, but when danger comes calling, their lives collide. Hawk will stop at nothing to keep Cara safe and make her “Property of Hawk”. The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. Hawk’s Property is Book One in the series. This book contains violence, strong language, and steamy sexual scenes. HEA. No cliffhangers. The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.

    He'll kill me if he knows I've even thought about her. However, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I'd never be the same. There's just something about Coral that makes me want to break the rules and taste the forbidden. But I can't, so I'll do as my president ordered and I'll stay away from the beautiful blonde who has my insides tied up in knots... I'll fake it anyway. There are some things worth defying the people you call family for. I've never asked for anything in this life, never needed anything, but I have to have her, no matter what it costs me. My place with the club, the family that took me in when I was a punk street kid, even my very life. Some things are worth dying for. Coral I spent my life being protected from people like Stryker. Bad men. Motorcycle riders. Bad things happened to me thanks to men like that. Very bad things. So why then do I feel my heart beat wildly the second my eyes land on him? I've never wanted a man as badly as I want Stryker, but he has been warned to stay away from me. Every member of the Snakes Henchmen MC has been warned what will happen to them if they even touch my hand. Who warned them? The man who is like a second father to me. Shepard, President of the MC. He means what he says, and he says what he means, and when he says he'll kill his own men if they touch me, he means it. I know if I push what I feel and make it known, it could get Stryker killed. However, I can't stop this feeling inside of me for him, even when he ignores me like I'm not even there. But I am Coral Harmon, and if the horrors of my past have taught me anything, it's to never walk away from the things you want most in life. What I want is Stryker, and I won't stop until he's mine, no matter what it costs me. Some things are worth fighting for.

    I needed a man.FaithThe first time I saw Jackson, I hated his guts. He was everything I could never have. Pure, panty-wetting, manhood. And I was trapped in a loveless relationship with his worst enemy. I never would have dreamed he craved my womb so badly he was willing to do anything for it.JacksonMy father's death taught me a lot of things. Most importantly, I needed a child. I had to have a son before my enemies caught up with me. So when Faith came begging for protection, I knew exactly what I wanted. I yearned for her body. Lust raged through me like a wildfire. I longed to make her pregnant with my child. I gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. A life for a life. My protection, in exchange for everything she had to offer. I'd die for her, but she would give me a son.I took her womb. I never suspected she'd take my heart.

    But I didn’t care. I was doing it anyway.My father demanded I quit nursing school because women are only good for cleaning, cooking, and making babies. Instead, an hour later I walked into a biker-owned tattoo shop and walked out with a job. It didn’t exactly mesh with the good girl image my father insisted on, but I was going to do whatever it took to follow my dreams.The fact that the tattoo shop came with a never ending supply of eye candy in the way of hot muscular bikers was certainly a bonus. And Hawk was the sexiest of them all. When I was around him it was too easy to forget everything else, and why I even took this job to begin with.But I didn’t escape my father only to end up under the thumb of another overbearing man - even if that man was as irresistible as Hawk.HawkAs soon as Heidi walked into my life, I knew I would lay down my life for her.The fiery redhead had nerves of steal but was as innocent as freshly fallen snow. All I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder, drag her off to my bed, and keep her there until she promised to be mine forever.But she was skittish from being raised by an overbearing father, and my firecracker was determined to do things on her own. I needed to show her that being my girl didn’t mean giving up her freedom. I just had to convince her to give me a chance.Book One of the Souls of Bedlam MC Series is a steamy romance novella featuring a sexy MC bad boy and the curvy redhead he wants to possess. It has no cheating and a happily ever after.

    One second to rip away all the security you had. One wrong move to send you running. That is what happened to me. My whole life, all I ever wanted was to have a place to call home. I thought I found that. But then one night everything unraveled. I found myself on the run, fear of what I left behind would catch up to me. With nowhere else to go, I headed to the only place I had ever felt wanted. My grandmother’s. So there I was, hoping that the Big Bad didn’t catch up with me. And in walked Nathan Loch. Known as Loch to his brothers and Vice President of the Steel Paragons MC. From the second he saw me he vowed to protect me. The thing was, we were both doing our best to push the other away. Trying to keep our feelings hidden and afraid to let down our walls. Loch Life was pretty good. I had my brothers of the SPMC. I had women crawling into my bed whenever I wanted.Things were simple and easy. Just the way I liked it. Then in walked Reagan, with a busted face and bruises everywhere. I wasn’t sure why, but the moment I saw her my world turned up side down. There was something about her that I couldn’t shake. I knew she was hiding something. She was in some kind of trouble. But the question was, would I figure it out before it found her. While Loch thinks he is too old for Reagan and that he wouldn't be able to balance club life and love of a woman, Reagan is trying her best to keep her secrets hidden. The impending doom that waits around the corner for the club takes priority, but will he realize that she is in trouble before it's too late? Will he be able to save her? And in the end, will they be able to let their walls down enough to realize their feelings? This book has possible triggers and is intended for readers 18 and older.

    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.