We’re one percenters and damn proud of it. But I have a weakness for women and children in need. I found a way to turn that weakness into a positive for the club and our community, but what the hell am I supposed to do this Christmas season when it threatens to bring me to my knees?Sami…Be a good mother. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I haven’t always made the best decisions. The worst one cost me seven years and my independence, but that’s over now. But how am I supposed to be a good mother when my son and I are left to pick up the pieces on the streets of Denver with no money, no roof over our heads, no food, no nothing? An unlikely knight in leather armor comes to our rescue, but can I trust him? He’s balls deep in some scary shit and I don’t know if I can withstand the storm that follows him.

    I was angry; I admit it. I love my MC brothers, but they couldn’t understand. I could still ride a bike, allowing me to stay in the club, but I could no longer compete. Drummer decided to give me something else to think about, and temporarily gave me some distance from Tucson. It was a simple enough task—make my way, of necessity slowly, to Utah, and check that chapter out. Sure, the Utah club was friendly enough and never hesitated to support other chapters, but they were secretive. Drummer’s instruction was to discover what went on behind closed doors, and for me to return with the assurance they were following the Satan’s Devils rules and regulations. The time on the road would give me a chance to clear my head, my welcome assured at my destination as they wore the same patch on their backs. Then I’d return home, hopefully with my mood improved.Neither Drummer nor I had anticipated the mishaps along the route, nor that there was a possibility I might not make it back alive.

    

    She's an elite call girl. Both have sworn off love...When Anton and Anna cross paths over the winter holidays,neither can deny that what they share in the bedroom — and out of it — is truly special.But it threatens the principle they've been living by for years:Don't trust anyone.PLAYING DIRTY (a second-chance sports romance)What happens when revenge collides with love?Led on and humiliated by Noemi in the past, sports star Julien vows revenge…even as he still craves Noemi.

    Uh uh. No.This can’t be happening.Griffin Keith is absolutely not sitting behind my boss’s desk.He’s certainly not looking at me like he’s just won a decade-old rivalry.And I definitely don’t find him just as unbelievably sexy as I did back in our college days.…I guess today must be Opposite Day.So this is what I get for company loyalty, huh?Working my butt off for eight years, I've made it all the way to vice president.But now the business is going under and look who’s stepped in to pick up the pieces.Yeah, that’s right.The cockiest billionaire in Manhattan real estate.The one guy in this city who can get under my skin with a single smirk.The tyrannical, egotistical hunk I spent all of college in hateful lust with.Just. My. Luck.I know Griffin’s only keeping me around to get his kicks in.Once he’s bored playing with me, I’ll be fired faster than you can say "Hate you very much".What’s my plan? Well, I don’t have one… yet.But you’d better believe that I’m not taking this — or anything! — lying down.College may be far in the past, but Griffin is obviously ready to pick up right where we left off.And I say bring it! Bring everything you got!Just, um, don’t bring up our little mistake during Welcome Week. That can stay in the dorm room closet where we left it.Like smart, feisty heroines and hunky, alpha heroes clashing (then kissing) in an office setting? Then look no further! Every book in Hunky Bossy Billionaires can be read as a standalone. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and, of course, HEA all day, every day!