That’s what I think every time he strides into my bar. The Kings of Kearny run this small Texas town, and Jakob is their chief enforcer. The Viking, they call him. He’s a criminal. As dangerous as he is sexy. The kind of man who makes my inner cavewoman sit up and take notice. Him big. Make strong babies. Bring home mammoth for dinner.I’m ready to indulge her desires, but just for one night. Unfortunately, Jakob has other plans. Someone in town is breaking one of the cardinal rules set by the leader of The Kings. And Jakob thinks they’re using my grandmother’s nursing home as a front for their illicit activities. Now I’m neck-deep in trouble with him, and every time I think I’ve figured out what’s really going on, Jakob reveals another piece of the puzzle. I need to figure out how far I’m willing to go to protect this town. How far I’m willing to go with Jakob. Because if I fall for him, there’s no going back. No hope for a peaceful ending. But Jakob is the kind of man who makes me think that peaceful is overrated, and that descending into darkness with him could lead to something even better than a Happily Ever After.

    One thing the Horsemen have learnedIs everything comes at a priceAnd now they are going have to payAs they prepare for war against a new enemyThey all know one thing for sure, this will change them forever.Lines will be crossed.Bullets will fly.Blood will be shed.Lives will be lost.Brought to their knees is this end of the HorsemenOr will they ride from hell once again?

    Dante is older, dark, dangerous, and the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Iron Bulls MC. Instead, Karina finds herself falling for the raunchy, dirty-talking biker who’ll kill to protect her.Dante’s way too old and twisted for a beautiful, innocent girl like Karina. Doesn’t matter, he wants her anyway. Somehow she melts his stone-cold heart and the two of them fit together like pieces of one screwed-up puzzle. He’s not giving her up for anyone or anything.Dirty Side Down, includes the first three books of the Iron Bulls MC series: Asunder, Disconnect, and Entwined as well as a never-released bonus scene.

    It was supposed to be a new beginning for us. A chance to leave our painful past behind us. But as it turned out, that past wasn’t ready to let go of us. That’s where he came in. Mason ‘Grim’ Hanley, Vice President of the Infernal Titans Motorcycle Club. Grim I had her when we were sixteen and I lost her for six years. Until she came back. Somebody wants to hurt her. Somebody wants her dead. The Titans need to stop them. I’ve never let a women get inside my head before but there’s something different about her. Something fiery. I have to have her in every sense of the word. All I have to do now is convince her that I’m not the sixteen year old boy who ran her off the first time.

    In addition to several scenes with strong sexual content, there are also scenes involving violence, death, gun play, mention of sexual abuse, and adult language. Due to the nature of this book, it is intended for 18+ audiences only*** My name is Dash. The Vitaliev Bratva had always been a part of my life, but I was never a part of it. My father built it from the ground up, and while he never hid what the family business was, he never wanted my life to be tainted by it. But my father forgot one thing. I’m also a Vitaliev. Everything I hold dear has been targeted since my father’s death—my business, my friends, and the peaceful world I’ve built for myself. But it wasn’t until the love of my life, Polo Scorpeone, was struck down by a sniper’s bullet that I realized being a Vitaliev isn’t a curse. It’s a strength. I will face my hidden enemy with the Vitaliev fire of old, and I’ll do it with the most powerful lethal weapon Chicago’s underworld has ever known by my side. Come to find out, the legendary Scorpio is hard to kill. 108,000 words Author’s Note: This is the second half of a two-part story arc. YEAR OF THE SCORPIO: PART TWO takes place immediately after the end of YEAR OF THE SCORPIO: PART ONE. If you haven’t read YEAR OF THE SCORPIO: PART ONE, you’re literally getting only half the story. You have been warned.

    It contains violence, murder, prostitution, foul language, suicide and sexual content. This is a first part in a series. The books are meant to be read in order. “Do you know what the funny thing about Mercy is?” Cap asked her. Before she could answer he spoke again, “It can be a cold, hard, unforgiving bitch.” Duchess runs The Dollhouse. An old, two story mansion she recently purchased in an attempt to create a safe home for herself and her girl Franky, something neither of them have ever had. A safe home is not all The Dollhouse is though. The downstairs is a bar and the upstairs is home to something much seedier. A modern day brothel. A brothel Duchess is the proprietress of. Duchess is a cold, hard, tough as nails woman with a murky past. Her whole life revolves around taking care of her girls and keeping them safe. Life at The Dollhouse is irrevocably altered when its sole neighbor, the Mercy MC, strolls through the front doors of the bar. From that moment on Duchess’s fate is intertwined with theirs. She tries to fight it to no avail. They claimed her and her girls and that’s all there is to it. She gets a family she never wanted. Friends she never needed. And a lover she never expected. She also suffers loss and has no qualms about killing anybody who stands in her way or threatens her or her girls. This is the first part in a series and it is not a happy go lucky story.

    I also knew that if I wanted to remain in control I had to make sacrifices. In my world being an FBI informant was considered a rat. I wasn't a rat in my mind. I did what I had to do to keep my club on top of the game. Charlie Richmond wasn't part of that plan. The girl swooped into my life, my world like a tornado ripping her way through everything I'd worked so hard to build. When her truth becomes mine, the world around us threatens to crumble. I find myself on the verge of killing myself to save her. My name is Marcus "Savage" Turner and I'm ready to bring this world to its knees.

    Being a member of, Tarnished Souls MC, is a great way to make sure people obey his orders. No one is brave enough to ignore the sergeant at arms, unless your Mia. Mia is an outspoken, opinionated, firecracker that can explode without warning. The motorcycle club may have saved her and her, newly established, sisters from human traffickers, but that doesn’t mean she owes them anything. Going from one prison to another is not something she is willing to be thankful for. Can Mia find a way to escape and keep her three sisters alive in the process? Or will Torch end up setting her body aflame with his possessiveness and demanding ways? WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SCENES THAT ARE NOT SUITED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. THERE IS STRONG LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE TO READ ABOUT STRONG MALE TYPES PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.

    Thrown into their world of crazy, when I had no other options. Despised by the club for things out of my control. It took me a long time to find my way in this life, but I became the Princess I was born to be. Now they have taken my Pops from me, and I will bring hell on earth to those who caused his death. The Silent Sons have promised to help me find those responsible. I was looking for answers, and I found Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broody. Will he be my saving grace in this life or will we both lose our lives when we find an enemy more twisted than we could imagine?

    I do what I’m told, no matter how grizzly, how dangerous, how inhumane. And I live for it. I like hurting people, teaching them a lesson they couldn’t possibly forget. But even I have my limits. I don’t hurt women, children, or animals. In fact, if I catch you crossing that line, I’ll make you pay… with your life. So when another local MC reaches out to us for help with a traffic problem, I jump on it. The problem is, I don’t realize exactly who I’ll be working with until I come face to face with her. Yeah, that’s right, her. It doesn’t take me long to realize why they call her Looney Tunes, and I kinda love the fact that there’s a female version of me out there. And I’m willing to burn down her walls to prove we’re two sides to the same coin.Luna…Looney Tunes. That’s what they call me. And I’ve earned the nickname. I embrace it, embody it, revel in it. Some would say I have a screw loose, but I don’t care. I’m the President of the Devil’s Handmaidens MC: Oregon Chapter and my ability to handle the more unsavory side of life makes me good at what I do. So when I have to enlist the help of another MC, I don’t like it. Not even when their Enforcer stirs up fantasies I’ve worked hard to ignore. I don’t do relationships, or even one night stands. They’re too much trouble, too distracting. And it’s never been a problem for me… until him. Can I let him in enough to get the job done without compromising a life system that works for me? I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell going to try.

    A gang of bikers locking everyone in until they find a killer, now that’s exciting. Believing she’s merely part of a murder mystery dinner, Eve plays along by helping a gorgeous fallen angel find the killer.Stumbling onto another dead body crashes her illusions.Faced with real danger Eve falls into the strong arms of Hallow who’s more like the fallen angel he’s dressed as than she knows. Too bad his brothers decide to take her hostage as they leave the bar in pursuit of the killer.A member of the Royal Bastards MC, Hallow is more than prepared to protect Eve on their wild night, but he isn’t prepared to fall in love. Costume complete with apple or not, Eve’s no temptress. She’s as innocent as an angel. Hallow plans to snatch her from heaven, corrupt her and keep her for himself.

    Wanting to get away from the motorcycle club life she'd been born into, she left without a backward glance. But four years later, after failing to make a name for herself and getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, her grandfather passes away, and she decides to return to her roots. What she doesn't expect is to get involved with Ford Lawson, her father's biggest rival and president of the Suicide Kings MC. Sixteen years older, he is everything Dixyn swore she didn't want; outlaw biker, cocky as hell, with a way of getting under her skin. He pushes all her buttons, but for some reason, she can't get enough of him. They both know what they're doing is wrong, but neither are able to stop, caught up in the rush of their forbidden romance. But when Dixyn's troubled past catches up to her, their relationship is the least of their worries. Suitable for readers over 18 due to adult content.

    I expected them to ride on past us, but when they slowed and pulled up behind Pops’ truck I straightened nervously. They weren’t just weekend bikers, I could tell that immediately by the way they were dressed and the air of danger that they exuded. The six men belonged to an honest to goodness motorcycle club, and their worn, leather cuts were decked out in colorful patches and name tags.They looked serious, and mean as hell. As I watched them climb off their large bikes and slowly approach us, I added big and handsome to their description. I glanced at Pops, looking for a sign that he knew these bikers. If he didn’t, I was going back to my car to retrieve my baseball bat out of the back seat. He just smiled and gave me a wink.What was I worried about, anyway? We were on a busy public highway. I took a deep breath, smiled, and said in my usual, cheery tone, “Hi, boys.”I couldn’t tell where their eyes were focused, since they were all wearing dark sunglasses. The man who appeared to be the leader, the hunk wearing the president’s patch, came to a stop a couple of feet away from us. I began to feel self-conscious of my clinging, wet clothes, especially when I felt my nipples turn hard against my thin tee. I crossed my arms, but the quirk of the man’s lips told me that it hadn’t been fast enough.Jerk!“You pickin’ up strays now, Pops?”Ohmygod! The deep, gravelly tone of his voice was sexy as hell, and it did something quirky to my core. The man wasn’t too bad on the eyes, either. He was taller than most, his sun-tanned skin pulled taut over his super hot muscles. He oozed dominance, and the clunky silver rings on his fingers screamed that they were his backup.“’Bout damn time you got here,” Pops grumbled, pushing away from his truck. “And be nice to cutie, here, she stopped to help, and fed me, too.”“Cutie?”Now I knew that his eyes were full on me, and I could tell by the tilt of his head that he was looking me up and down, as if he had the right to. I didn’t like his intimidation tactics, even if his presence was having an unexpected affect on my lady bits, something I’m sure he was accustomed to when it came to the opposite sex. The devil in me prompted me to lower my arms and slap my hands on my curvy hips in a move that I knew was challenging. A big mistake, I knew, when his sexy mouth turned up at both corners.“Looks like a drowned rat to me.” The bikers behind him laughed.“Flattery will get you nowhere,” I responded sarcastically, meeting what I thought were his eyes. I turned my attention back to Pops, putting my hand on his thin shoulder. “Now that your boy is here, I’ll be on my way. It was nice meeting you.” I glanced back at the group of bikers. “Goodbye, boys.” I gave them a wave, eager to be on my way.“Baby--” The sound of his growly voice made me stop in my tracks to look back at him. “You call me a boy again, and I’ll be only too happy to show you that I’m a man.”

    Reagan is stuck on the idea that I'm her ex-boyfriend. Baby if I had you before, I'd have never let you go. And when she finally figures out the truth, We both decide to have some fun. But getting involved with me is dangerous. My father is the President of the Ghost Riders MC. He wants me to take over one day. When Reagan is threatened, I realize I have to get her away from here. She's carrying my baby. I'll do anything for her. Even leave the MC. Baby and the Biker is a stand-alone motorcycle club romance. It has an HEA and NO cliffhanger.

    Dom, Casa & Harlow 1992 Casa only cares for two things in this life: his club—the Devil’s Highwaymen—and sex. That is until he meets Harlow. She’s feisty, passionate, and doesn’t fall for his usual charms. She’s perfect for him…but she belongs to someone else. Harlow is broken; she has been for a long time. With nowhere to go, and worse, no one to go to, she’s become a clubslut for the West Side Bangers. That is until a chance meeting with her old friend and former lover, Dom, brings their worlds colliding together once more. Dom is on a one-way train to hell; the guilt of losing his soulmate is killing him—but he can’t tell anyone about it. That is until he finds a brief respite from his suffering in the form of Harlow, the woman whose heart he once broke. With all three set on their own self-destructive paths, they’ve only got one chance to make things right—but only if they can learn to forgive, and then to love again. The funny thing about love is, it’s both painless and painful, and not even death can end the suffering. What people are saying so far: Please keep writing about bad boy bikers and the sassy women who tame them. You have a fan for life in me! I love the men of the Devil's Highway MC. The women who tame them are such spitfires that you can't help but love them and pull for them. A must read for anyone who loves MC romance books. Another hit out of the park. I love this series! It's a must read MC series that I would highly recommend. Already desperate for book three! Write faster!