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.

    . . 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.

    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.

    She might be the enemy.When Cassie shows up looking for her brother,I know she's trouble.Just the kind I like.Chip sold our shipment to a rival MC.He's a traitor.But is she?I'll make it my mission to find out.Even if that means tying her to my bed,I'll get the answers I need.She's feisty and stubborn,Just my type.She might be the enemy,But, in the end,She's the girl for me.

    

    Daddy's little girl is all grown up.Things are about to change around here.If there is one thing I won't allow, it's having my dad's MC run into the ground.Everyone expects my brothers to take charge, but what no one knows…I'm the one who runs this club.A woman.And according to men, a woman's place is in bed—not at the head of the table.Newsflash: I'm not only going to be at the head of the table, but I'm putting the word out.Women can join.Men can join.Everyone can join and be accepted.My brothers? We’re triplets, and they support me and have my back.They know I'm meant for more than what society has mapped out for women.My dad made enemies along the way, but that will be nothing compared to what I’m going to face leading this club.Nothing comes for free—you have to fight for your freedom, for your ideas, and this Queen is ready to conquer the world...

    The brotherhood doesn't."THORN When a Prospect steals from me, I send one of my men after him.Vengeance is mine.What he brings back is a payment I'm tempted to accept—if her brother doesn't show up soon.Her innocence begs me to take her.To break her.To kill her brother and keep her as mine.But she's my captive, and I refuse to cross that line.Even if she does tempt me at every turn.The longer her brother stays missing, the more the lines become blurred.And that's dangerous for us both.BROOKE You don't steal from an MC and live to talk about it.When my brother takes the club’s money and goes into hiding, they come looking for him, and when they can't find him, they take me instead.I’ve been kidnapped as an unwanted payment for my brother's sin.Captive to a man hiding behind his anger.A man whose touch ignites my soul, even as his need for revenge calls for my blood to be spilled.

    I’m practically untouchable and my world is as close to picture perfect as it can get, until one day when everything changes. Within a split second my life goes from normal to catastrophic.I wake up chained to a floor, in the hands of a psychopath.My only concern is how I’m supposed to escape this nightmare. Until I realize something terrifying. I’m not the only person in this madman’s clutches . . . and I don’t have the heart to leave them behind. If I’m going to get out, they will too. or I’ll die trying.DomHe’s a ruthless savage who won’t approve of what I want. No matter how much I think about making Jules my ol’ lady . . . her father won’t give me his blessing and I know it.I’m not some random dude, either. I’m the VP of the Lawless MCs local charter. Shit. Everything was fine until I met her. When I did I began to rethink everything about my life.I hear about Jules being missing and her father’s blessing means nothing to me. Not when I’m in a race against time to save her life.I only hope I can get to her before it’s too late.

    She’s an angel, I’m a f-ing beast—a rebel, an outlaw, a Bastard. I was born on the blood-soaked streets of Belfast, and reborn again on equally bloody ones of Boston. But Nicole’s my addiction, my everything—my red-haired, blue-eyed, freckled skin, killer-curved obsession. And I’ve been watching her for months—hungry, hard, and aching for her.It’s her father I’m supposed to take. The crooked, mob-bought Boston District Attorney has been pinning the crimes of his masters on my brothers. I was supposed to take him, to teach him a lesson. Except, he’s not there when I come calling.But she is.Like I said, our worlds should’ve never mixed—the innocent, brilliant, pre-law college girl and the filthy-talking rough and tumble biker. But now, they’re forever tangled. Because now that I’ve gotten my filthy hands on my firecracker of a captive, and gotten a taste of those sweet lips and smart sass, there’s no damn way I’m letting her go.The mob wants to kill us both. There’s betrayal in my own ranks. It’s us against the world.The thing is, they want Nicole? They’re going to have to come through me. And if they want to try that, they better bring a damn army.From captive to my Queen. Nicole’s mine, and I’ll never let her go.This is a standalone book in the Royal Bastards MC universe. As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed. Happy reading!

    Ryder had no choice but to approach her. Their eyes locked. Words were exchanged. Feeling arose that he didn’t know he was capable of. They left together in what was expected to be a night of passion, but the secret she was keeping would change his life forever.Since he was a kid, Ryder’s only known the world of motorcycle clubs. After losing his father to a tragic accident, he vowed to fulfill his father’s dreams of having his own MC—the baddest that Texas has ever known. But fate might have other plans.When Ryder’s mystery woman vanishes without a trace, he’ll encounter some of the most dangerous men he’s ever crossed paths with to get her back. But he has some dangerous men of his own to meet the challenge. No matter what, Ryder knows one thing for sure—he’s never seen a woman as beautiful as the woman with the green eyes, and no matter the cost to himself, he’ll move heave and earth to be with her again.

    Women don't run gangs, yet I'm the leader of the biggest one in Liverpool. No one knows I've stepped into my father's shoes and that I'm making changes. Taking on the Royal Bastards MC is not a good idea, but I want the wealth and power they have. I want my family's legacy to live on long after I'm gone. Doing that means making difficult decisions. I didn't expect the Royal Bastards to retaliate so savagely.Now, I'm prisoner of their President, a man who goes by the name of Mouth. He's dangerous, vicious and he wants to make my father pay for crimes I've committed. Can I survive his wrath?MOUTHThis prissy woman is a thorn in my side, but she's the only way to exact my revenge. Crossing the Bastards is an instant death sentence, and when I'm done with Genevieve, her father is going to beg for mercy I won't deliver. I'm not someone to cross without retribution and mine will be swift. I will destroy The Dockland Gang and every person associated with them, including Desmond's pretty little daughter. She's a doll I want play with and I will break her down piece by piece, because now that she's in my control I'm never letting her go.*Warning : Contains adult content, reading age 18 +. Graphic violence and dark emotional scenes that may trigger some readers.

    A Rogue. A goddamn mess.When his pres offers the chance to seek vengeance,Bodie doesn’t hesitate to make his move.But one simple choice brings a painful confrontation from his past,And the Royal Bastard isn’t prepared for the shocking surprise. Some gifts are unexpected. This Christmas Bodie is in for one hell of a ride.* WARNING - This book contains dark and mature content with a paranormal REAPER twist. *

    Her best friend taking his life and the family she thought loved her like one of their own pointing accusing fingers toward her leaves her with an emptiness she’s felt only one other time. Tymber is a survivor, a fighter… He’s fought wars in foreign countries, lost his mother to breast cancer and still he fought. Now, as a man who prides himself on being strong, he battled with insecurities after finding himself facing that same diseaseA chance meeting…Tymber knew the moment he sees Ivy something is different with her. She wasn’t broken, just a little bent and he is just the man to fix her. He just didn’t know how close he’d been to losing her before he’d gotten the chance to find her. Together, they’ll learn to love again while freeing themselves from an MC who didn’t like to lose.

    Hell, I've done some things that would give most serial killers nightmares.But nothing has ever gutted me like finding Raylynn-- beaten, raped, drugged, and barely holding onto life in a filth ridden basement where she'd been for six months.I've never attached to someone the say I did her the moment I walked in that room and now, all I want to do it protect her. It's going to take a long time to build her back up, physically and mentally, to the woman she was before this, but every fiber of my being wants to be the man who does that for her.The men that kidnapped and shattered her aren't going to let her go so easily though, and even if I hate her choices, if I don't respect them, I risk her hating me too-- and then I'd lose her forever.