Reno is where the bad ones go.Amidst the drugs, weapons, and trafficking, a murder-for-hire market has emerged. And my motorcycle club is right in the thick of it.If you can pay, we have a million different ways to solve your problem. You want someone to vanish without a trace? The Great Basin Desert is almost two hundred thousand square miles of “nobody will ever find you.” You want to make a statement? We’ve been known to hang bodies from the Reno Arch.If you’re paying, we’re killing. No witnesses, no evidence, and no questions asked.That is until we’re hired to locate and kill a group threatening biological warfare by exposing our city to a deadly virus they stole. It’s the big payday we need. But in order to take the job, we have to also agree to protect the spoiled brat who saw everything.Small. Frail. Innocent. Frightened. I made her my little birdie, but she always wants to fly away. Too bad for her I’ve clipped her wings and locked her in my cage.They say free birds sing, and caged birds pray. Her cries sound the same to me.*Birdie's Biker is a dark romance in the second run of the Royal Bastards MC. It's sexy as sin, thrilling, gritty, and dirty. If you love tortured heroes and a heroine who learns her strength in the most depraved way, then you'll love Birdie's Biker.

    Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Zak’s story…After spending the last ten years in prison, Zak, former DAMC president, has a few priorities: to reconnect with his “brothers,” to get drunk, and to get laid. Not necessarily in that order. When he spots a stunning woman in the clubhouse and mistakes her for one of the club’s strippers, those priorities get a bit skewed.Sophie has no idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next? She’s delivering a cake to the Dirty Angels motorcycle club’s “homecoming” celebration for a member who just got out of prison. Little does she know baking that cake will change the rest of her life, not to mention, make her a target for a rival MC. Normally, Sophie wouldn’t be caught dead with a man like Zak, a tattooed, ex-con, badassed biker.When a decades old territory war threatens to rip them apart, Zak will do anything to keep Sophie, his club, and the town safe. But being from two different worlds, the threat they’re under may not be worth the risk.

    RobinsonI once read that every warrior hoped an honorable death would find him. I always went looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted me.I was trained to kill. I was trained to not ask why. To take orders and just march in line. Hooah motherfucker. Life or death.Ride or die.And I’m not only talking about the military. I’m talking about the life that led me on the road to nowhere.My life.I fought for my brothers. I fought for my family. I fought for my country. And I fought for her…Never realizing I might die for them too.

     Warning: This story contains contains explicit language, sex, and violence. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Livia Ash. It's an alias. The secrets and lies don't end there. As a teenager, I was forced into a dark life, my freedom and innocence ripped out from under me. To get out, I had to become like the very people I hated, people who had no problem spilling blood just to make a point. It almost cost me my own life, but I did it. Battered and broken, but determined to start over, I ran. Right into the path of Cameron "Torch" Larter, nomad member of the Iron Serpents Motorcycle club. Overbearing, rude, and intimidating, he was everything I didn't want to deal with. But this rugged biker Adonis -- with his piercing eyes and sharp tongue -- also got under my skin. Forgetting him proved to be just as hard as breaking free from a life of crime. Neither happened. And by the time our worlds collided a second time, old enemies and new threats meant that I couldn't act on my desires. But Torch wasn't a man who took no for an answer. Could two very different breeds of outlaws on a warpath ever unite without ending up on a cold slab or prison cot? This is our story.