Prison food sucked.But now that I'm finally out, There's only one dish I'm looking for...A dark-haired beauty named Raven.She was my best friend's girl.But he's gone now.And it's all my fault.It's only right that I should take care of her.But once I lay eyes on her again,I know I want to do more than comfort her.I don't know if I can control myself.And then there's the f*ckin club.Things have gone to sh*t since I got locked up.I can barely take care of myself...But now Raven,And the club?F*ck.Prison was easier.

    A criminal. A murderer. The former President of the most notorious MC around. The law thinks he's dead, and he needs to stay that way. But there's a problem, and her name is Tyler Wilson. He promised her old man he would look out for her as he died in Hawke's arms. He wanted her to steer clear from the club and live an ordinary life. But Ty lingers. She grows and she's not the little girl Hawke remembered her to be. And soon he can't look at her as that little girl anymore. Not with those curves, or that face, or those sinfully tasty lips. Hawke is determined to stay away; determined never to go back to that life. But with a new threat on the horizon, Tyler's life hangs in the balance as trust is questioned and secrets threaten to tear her world apart, leaving Hawke no choice but to return.

    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...

    Monotonous.And then tall, dark, and dangerous walks into the bar where I work.Before I know it, I’m in his arms asking him to rescue me.He’s Colt Weston, President of the Blue Angels MC.Colt makes me feel alive…and wanted.The Blue Angels embrace me as one of their own, and when a violent rival threatens to tear us apart, I learn what loyalty truly means.Family. Sacrifice. Revenge.There’s nothing Colt won’t do to protect me.

    As the hot sun bears down on him, his will to live slips away, but he can't close his eyes. Sleep is the enemy and now it seems he has found his own slice of hell. But through the mist of his agony, a girl's soft voice drifts over him and the sound of it draws him away from the darkness. While riding her horse, Evangeline "Angel" Sharpe finds a man bloodied and beaten. Despite knowing that she'll be in trouble for bringing him to the Bedlam MC compound, she takes him home to tend his wounds. While the handsome stranger heals, Angel finds herself falling for him. As the mystery of his past is revealed, she helps him struggle with the truth, a truth that will lead to his true identity . . . an identity that could destroy Angel's world.

     He’s pure adrenaline and smells like smoke and leather—the kind of guy you look at and know he’s going to be a combination of nasty and irresistible. The moment I allowed myself to touch his hot skin and kiss his full lips, I. Was. Done. Like currency, I’ve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He’s a bad guy. But then again, I’m not a good girl. Blade’s the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn’t scare me. If anything, I think I scare him. It takes a lot of work to become the club’s Queen, but I’ll stop at nothing to have the King!

    They used to play and get in trouble together, shared a playpen, and their mothers used to be best friends. But that was before their fathers made them enemies and changed the course of their lives. Now the Porters stayed on their side of the mountain while the Hayes stayed on theirs. Believing it was easier to coexist as frenemies with Jessie Hayes rather than changing the Porter stubborn ways, Dustin was content with booty calls, raising his son, and growing weed as a side business … until he heard her screams. Now he was going to show a murderer just how much they had underestimated this Porter brother. And he was going to have to break his father’s last rule: Leave no enemy standing … to claim the enemy that held his heart.