Then the bastard Reapers put a hit on me, forcing Axl to bring me into his club—and his bed.Now we're on the run, where death and treachery lurk everywhere. He's dangerous, and his existence threatens everything I love. I shouldn't want him, but the harder I shove him away, the deeper he slips inside me. AXL She knocks me out like f*ckin' morphine. A good girl like Holly is a drug for a broken man like me. But I can't get that little spitfire outta my mind, so when she needs a bodyguard, I'm there. Until the brutal, bloodsoaked end—unless my love ruins her first.They don't know it yet, but the f*ckers coming after her are already dead. I'm gonna make her mine, and no man will ever touch her again. I'm gonna make her drip with desire and then satisfy her, inch by inch. She's gonna beg for my baby, and nothin's gonna stop me from putting it inside her.Even if it means going up against my own club. **AXL is a standalone romance novel in the Sons of Chaos MC series. No cliffhangers, and a guaranteed HEA.**

    Walker" He refuses to fall in love. He was born alone and he will die alone. Or, at least he thought so until now. Vice-One is all he knows. His squad. His brothers. The men he spends every day protecting. He is empty and only one person can fill this void. This darkness. Meanwhile, Genevieve Gold makes it clear he should stay away when she is everything he craves. She is lost. Her heart has been ripped out; stomped on...crushed into tiny pieces, leaving only a gaping hole behind. King's Harlots is all she has. Her club. Her sisters. Her life. But something is missing until he shows up. Angel Rodriguez is everything she hates but everything she needs. Putting differences aside, they will work together to bring down a malevolent force threatening to rip them apart...

    No cliffhangers here, just happy endings!TOMMYI might be the newly made Vice President of Viper's Bite MC, but I'm getting out. The sooner the better. Just me, my bike, and the target on my back, riding off into the sunset. Because even a death sentence is preferable to the mess the new club President will get us into.Then she walks into the strip joint I run, looking for a job. Tara. A girl with a stripper's name, but the face of an angel.I want her. In the lying-under-me-and-moaning-my-name kind of way. That part I understand. It's the part about wanting to protect her from whatever she's running from and make sure no one ever hurts her again, that's new to me.She's looking at me like she wants the same thing. But she keeps pushing me away. Smart girl. I should leave her be. I have no room for passengers on the back of my bike.Though for her curvy body, I could make an exception.Outlaw's Hope is a standalone, full length MC biker romance novel, which contains steamy sex scenes, and deals with disturbing themes that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Intended for 18+ audiences.

    As vice-president of Satan’s Scoundrels he owes his allegiance to its president, his father. A man on a mission he doesn’t believe in, honor bound to his father and his club.Sexy as sin, Zeke Cross is about to cross paths with his destiny.Asha RoweBeautiful and carefree, the Chaos Princess has no idea what’s in store for her when she and her friends decide on a road trip. Her friends have been through a lot the past few months, little does she know that being the little sister of the president of the Chaos Crusaders may throw her into her own personal hell.Two MCs.A devious plan.A twisted turn of events.An unexpected love.Everything will change in an instant.Some things aren’t meant to last forever.Can Zeke and Asha make it through the Break Down?

    The shop where he spends his days doubles as the headquarters for the mercenary group he works with. They jokingly call themselves the Bang Shift because the government contracts they take are the less savory ones, and they’re all just shady enough to do what’s necessary to get the jobs done. As far as Brody’s concerned, it’s the perfect arrangement for a man with no memory of his past, and no hope for the future.Under FBI protection, Alexandria Collins and her son have been in hiding for ten years. When it’s time to move again, her piece of crap car breaks down and the man giving her a tow is the biggest, hottest guy she’s ever seen. She is determined to ignore the need her long-neglected body hungers for. After all, the last man she showed interest in put a gun to her head.Brody thinks the skittish Xan is sexy as hell, but it’s not her hot body that has him rocked to his core. He knows her from somewhere, and in his line of work, that’s a dangerous thing. Following orders have never been this hard, but when he finds out she’s his next assignment, he will protect her at all costs … even if what she needs protection from most is him.

    I’ve been alone since I was young. Meeting Ghost changed all that for me. Hells Fire gave me a place to call home. My actions from the past have follwed me though. Things get complicated when I meet Aria. I wasn’t looking for more than a weekend of hot sex. I got a lot more than that though. When I find out who her father is, my life is thrown in another direction. Being forced to choose between what is right and what I’m forced into becomes my new struggle. Forced between a life I never wanted and one I’m not sure of will be my breaking point.

    She is my future.I defy my Prez and cradle her broken body, giving her sanctuary with the Midnight Saints even as everyone believes she is some Trojan horse.To me, no matter how much I try to distance my emotions from my chivalry to help with poor woman, she is a queen. A fighter. the most beautiful creature to ever cross my path.I will fight to keep her, and I will make sure the sorry excuse for a man who did this to her pays.

    When her reticent hero returns to Queen Creek after serving a three-year prison term meant for her mother, Tish is through pretending this man nearly twice her age isn’t the only happiness she’s ever known.Will the viciously loyal Sergeant at Arms stand by his instant and brutal rejection of the woman Tish has become? Or will he give in and claim her as his young queen despite his best efforts to resist the one female who should never have made it on his radar?*PLEASE BE AWARE: Blind Devotion was formerly released in November 2015 as HIS YOUNG QUEEN by TIFF P. RAINE. It has been revised, given a new title and cover, but it hasn't been altered enough for any information to be missed if you don’t re-read before continuing with the books that will follow. This is the intro to the STEEL JACKALS MC series, and it’s in Tish O’Malley’s POV only. Hers and Josh’s story will continue in dual POV in BLIND FAITH, which is scheduled for release at the end of February 2017.**WARNING: Contains drug use, profanity, and explicit sexual situations. If you’re not comfortable with frequent use of the C-words or a demanding alpha biker fresh out of prison, please skip reading this book. +18

    Men and marriage are not on her radar. Adrien Merrill’s divorce leaves him bitter and jaded. In Cajun custom, pride rules. Yet Adrien aches for a woman to fill his days with laughter, his nights with passion, and his house with children. He sets his sights on Jennifer and runs right into stubborn, mouthy and independent. He soon discovers the line between pride and love is as whisper thin as a fine silk thread.

    They had been my family since I was born. I tried to leave and make a life on my own but it wasn’t a huge shock that four years later I turned around and came back. I earned my way in, just like every other man there. I went to war for the club and earned my patch. Now, I sat at the new chapter’s table as the Sergeant At Arms. Everything was going great until my past walked through the door in the form of a girl I’d once called my best friend. A girl I’d tried so hard to forget. It didn’t help that she was my former president’s daughter. Brass was a man I’d looked up to my whole life, so when he asked me to watch over his daughter I couldn’t say no. Only I didn’t realize how closely he expected me to do that. The past came back as I tried to figure out my future. All I wanted to do was touch her but the burden of knowing I’d let Brass down in doing so was the one thing that held me back. Gwen I grew up in a motorcycle club, my dad had been the president since before I was born. I had no problem with the club princess title because I knew that meant I was loved and protected. Though, I was far from being a princess. Then my best friend broke my heart and I wasn’t even sure why. So, the first chance I had to run, I did- all the way across the country. The only thing the distance made me realize was that I missed the club, my family. I shouldn’t have been surprised when my dad’s solution was to stick me with one of the few people he trusted with his life. New city. New Chapter. New place to figure out my way in life. Only, I couldn’t let go of the past, especially when I had to see it every day. I was so wrapped up in trying to hide my feelings that I didn’t even notice the danger around me until it was too late. My only regret was I didn’t tell him how I felt.

    Something went wrong along the way, and I’ve been unsure about my purpose on this earth ever since. If I was hit by a car, if I fell off a cliff, would anyone care? Living in Cornucopia with my sister wives under the watchful eye of our husband, Allred Lee Chiles, has turned me into a robot, unable to feel or think for myself. I’ve been looking through a cloudy glass, not trusting myself or others.But a man came down from the mountains. I’m captivated by Gideon Fortunati, his name expressing all that he is—keeper of my fate, master of reality, teacher of my future. Gideon’s purifying power has enlightened me about my capabilities. I don’t have to let The Prophet take my daughter and marry her off to that old man. I was guilty of dirt and sin, but I can take my life back now. GIDEON: I was exiled to this godforsaken wasteland in Utah by our MC Prez. My entire existence has been a struggle, a futile tirade against my maker. I ranted against my fate, and in answer I was sent Mahalia. A naive victim of that twisted false Mormon sect leader. He’s tried to mangle her like a spineless puppet, like he has all the other women—the other girls. Before I met her, I was a child. Now I’ve given up childish ways, and I can see everything in a mirror, face to face. Faith, hope, and love were all handed to me, and the greatest of these is love. I’ve come too far. There’s no surrender now.It didn't look that far on the map.

    Let's go for a ride. There's no taming a man like me. From day one, I've led a hard life. Power? That's my middle name. My crew runs this town. Control? Don't even get me started. The only thing I live for more than riding is hearing a woman scream my name. It's a damn shame. I never stay for pillow talk. But when Georgia brings her delicious peach over to my porch, I can't let go. I please her in every way possible. I kiss her. I touch her. I taste her. And I sure as hell don't let up. Of course, she's as feisty as they come. She doesn't want to end up with a bad guy like me. I honor our agreement. Just one night of debauchery. That's it. But I can't stop thinking about those darling freckles, or the way she squints her nose when she's embarrassed, or those beautiful hazel eyes... I'm going to make her mine. I'm going to take her as my own. When she sees me again, it's going to be in a whole new light. She's witnessed too much and the rest of the gang wants her dead, but I have a better idea. To keep her alive, she'll have to be my prisoner. But that ain't all... She's going to marry me and join the family. **THRUST is a standalone, full length bad boy mafia novel with a HEA and absolutely NO CLIFFHANGERS!**

    A Season in GeminiBrigid was a graduate student at the University of Texas. She had no trouble getting her thesis approved, but finding a Hill Country motorcycle club willing to give her access to their lifestyle was looking impossible. Then she got a lead. A friend of a friend had a cousin with family ties to The Sons of Sanctuary. Perfect. Or was it? What Brigid wanted was information to prove a proposition. The last thing she had in mind was falling for one of the members of the club. Especially since she was a feminist academic out to prove that motorcycle clubs are organized according to the same structure as primitive tribal society. Brash was standing in line at the H.E.B. Market when his world tipped on its axis. While waiting his turn to check out, his gaze had wandered to the magazine display and settled on the new issue of “NOW”. The image on the cover, although GQ’d up in an insanely urbane way, was… him. After reading the article, Brash threw some stuff in a duffle and left his only home, a room at The Sons of Sanctuary clubhouse, with a vague explanation about needing a couple of days away. He left his truck at the Austin airport and caught a plane for New York, on a mission to find a mysterious guy walking around with his face.

    But for me it's not just a word, it's a legacy, a lifeline, my name. My life has been crazy—ups a downs like the highest rollercoaster you've ridden. On tour with the world’s biggest rock stars and on my way to being one myself. Then I met her. The woman who ruined me completely. Fast forward through the shit storm that was my life—I lost the girl, I lost my band. Hell, I lost it all. My only choice was to run. And running was the best thing for me. Because I ran into a pink haired beauty and everything started falling into place. My band reformed and we’re pushing to be right up there with the best of the best. But when you’re fighting to get to the top, is the pressure too much to keep your band, and the girl? In the end, if your heart’s in danger, can love truly be enough?

     Broken hearted, she swore off bikers for the rest of her life and left her hometown of Eagle Valley with no intentions of coming back. Not a day goes by that Joseph Warner doesn't question the choices he made years ago. He's never forgotten the girl whom he loved more than anything else in the world and spends almost every night wondering if the Nine Devils--and its simmering conflict with the cartels to the south--had been the right choice to make. Death will set the two on an unexpected collision course. When their mutual friend is gunned down by the cartel, the two find themselves standing in each other's presence once again. Has time healed the wound of their separation or only widened the rift between them?