Outlaw Souls MC Box Set: Books 1-6
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Outlaw Souls MC
Box Set (Books 1-6)
Hope Stone
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Contents
FREE Prequel
Dedication
Book 1: Ryder
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Ryder
Paige
Epilogue: Paige
Book 2: Pin
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Claire
Pin
Epilogue: Clair
Book 3: Trainer
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Trainer
Erica
Epilogue: Trainer
Book 4: Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Kat
Blade
Epilogue: Kat
Book 5: Diego
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Diego
Misty
Epilogue: Misty
Book 6: Colt
Prologue: Colt
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Amber
Colt
Epilogue: Amber
What’s Next?
Special Invitation
Moves
Preview: Moves
Introduction
Moves
Lacey
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Book 1: Ryder
Outlaw Souls MC
Ryder Book Blurb:
Claire
Falling in love is a beautiful lie.
Rule #1: Never kiss on the mouth.
Rule #2: Never date the same man twice.
Rule #3: Never...well, a lady never tells.
Enter him.
Let’s forget his oh-so irresistible packaging,
Behind that rugged exterior, there's a ruthless god with a dark sense of justice.
I don’t even know his real name, but I know I should hate him.
One savage kiss and it’s lethal chemistry.
One night of sheet-taring bad decisions and he’s taring through my heart..
Even as my heart craves him,
My soul craves something that will break him…
I want truth...justice served cold on a platter. Whatever the cost.
Pin
Claire Stone’s a woman with a purpose.
A skilled private investigator.
A beautiful curse.
She was a stranger to me until the day she barged into my life, looking for answers.
I’m pretty sure she’s never found a problem she can't solve.
Until me.
The man of her dreams and her nightmares all in one.
Who knew I’d meet my match in this smoking little spitfire?
Problem is, Claire’s not just a girl, she’s made herself my enemy…
Guess nobody told her you don’t digging around in club business without savage consequences.
When karma rears its ugly head, I can’t promise to be her shield,
She’s faced me with an impossible choice,
Love, loyalty, or survival.,.
I’m falling, crashing, half-crazy for a girl
who should have never been mine.
If I bring her out of this alive, I want something in return.
Turn The Page To Uncover The Ugly Truth...
Ryder
The worst thing about living near the Pacific Ocean is that you only see the sunset and not the sunrise. On days like this one, when I’d been up all night, I’d rather see the dawning of a new day over the ocean instead of it coming at my back.
I didn’t spend much time at the beach, honestly. It seemed like a waste of time, and then you find sand up your ass for days.
Part of me envied the surfers, though—those carefree guys who only lived to catch the perfect wave, with no cares in the world. That wasn’t the La Playa I lived in. My La Playa was inland. Instead of million-dollar homes and high-end convertibles, the Outlaw Souls lived and worked in North La Playa, where the windows had bars and the bars had no windows.
The thing about this town, though, was that it was big enough that you could be anything. La Playa was the largest suburb of Los Angeles, and had a university (if you were the book smart type), a performing arts center (if you were the artsy type), and a convention center (if you were the business type). There was a huge gay and lesbian community (if that was your thing) and, of course, since it was by the beach, you had the surfers, sailors, skaters, and runners.
But none of that was my world. My La Playa was the dark, seedy side of town where drugs and crime were more popular than burgers and fries. The funny thing was how dramatically things changed as you went east from the beach. The houses became apartment complexes, the Starbucks became dive bars. Banks became check cashing places.
When Lily and I first moved to La Playa after our parents were killed, all I could afford was a one-room apartment on the bad side of town. She was only eleven years old, and I was eighteen. I knew nothing about raising a kid, but what the hell was my choice? Our parents didn’t leave us shit for money, I was fresh out of high school, and there were no relatives that could take her. It was either me or the foster care system.
So while all my friends went off to college, I got a job in an auto shop and tried to learn a trade while Lily tried to cope with middle school. We had no family, very little money, and were just two kids trying to stay alive.
As I sat on the beach with the sun rising behind me, getting sand in my boots, I was grateful to have the leather jacket I was wearing. It was more than just a piece of clothing that kept me warm. It represented the family that had taken me in when I had nowhere to turn. The day I took the job at Ortega’s Autos five years ago was the day that changed the trajectory of my entire life. Joining the Outlaw Souls MC gave me back the family I’d lost in the accident. It gave Lily and me something to live for.
My trip down memory lane was cut short by the buzzing of my cell phone. Digging deep in the pocket of my jacket, I answered the call as soon as I saw it was Hawk.
“What did you find?” I asked, standing up and brushing the sand off my jeans. “Has anyone seen Lily?”
Hawk had gotten his patch a couple of years ago and made it his business to watch over the members and their families. Whenever something happened, the first person we called was Hawk, because he could find information faster than anyone else. That’s why when I got home last night after the Blue Dog closed and saw that Lily was gone again, I called Hawk.
“Chalupa said that he saw her down at the Point with that Las Balas prospect again.”
Dammit. What the fuck was she doing with them? She knew full well the Las Balas were bad news. Why the hell would she start hanging out with one of our sworn enemies?
“There’s nothing more dangerous than a sixteen-year-old girl with a woman’s body and a rebellious attitude.” That’s what Yoda told me the first time she ran off like this.
I growled with rage but just said, “Thanks, Hawk. I’m going to head back to the complex and wait for her there.” I had half a mind to head down to the Point, but she probably wasn’t there anymore. She was probably at that scumbag’s place, letting him put his sweaty hands all over her.
Just the thought of that caused fury to coil in my belly. My hands twitched and became fists. That fucker better be glad I had a little bit of self-control. Otherwise, he’d be dead before he could even beg for mercy.
As I turned to walk back to my bike, I saw a blond beach bunny kissing a guy in a wetsuit and heard her say, “Let’s get a smoothie before class…”
That should have been Lily. I should have been able to give her a better life so she’d be thinking about college and smoothies, not risking her life in the middle of an MC war.
“Maybe it’s not too late,” I said to no one. “Maybe it’s time to make some changes.”
Paige
“I don’t know why you don’t just listen to Mom and Dad.”
My sister was sitting across from me at the outdoor table at the little coffee place down the street from our house. There was a yellow and black awning providing shade, and we were surrounded by people enjoying the sunshine and having a croissant before tennis or shopping or whatever their plans were this Saturday morning. My sister was sipping a cappuccino and keeping an eye out for cute guys.
“You’re one to talk, Bailey. How many times have they told you not to drink coffee at sixteen years old?” I grinned as I said it because we’d both heard it a thousand times.
“Because it will stunt your growth…” we both said in unison, mocking our mother’s voice before breaking out laughing.
Bailey was eight years younger than me, a “surprise” that my parents tried to play off as a gift to me. “You get to be a big sister!” they’d said.
It was only later that my mother admitted to me that they’d had her because my dad had an affair with one of his OR nurses, and the “punishment” was that she would finally get the second baby she’d wanted all along. Bailey and I had been as close as sisters who were eight years apart could be. Now, looking at her, wearing her MAC makeup and a tight tank top over designer jeans, I wondered if she knew how lucky she was. My parents had spoiled her because of their guilt and anger over the affair.
She took a big sip of the coffee as if to make a point. “Right, but drinking coffee is a lot less dangerous than what you’re planning. I don’t know why you don’t just go to grad school, become a social worker, and change the world that way. Mom and Dad are right about this, Paige. You don’t have to put yourself at risk to help other people.”
I’d been hearing the same thing from my parents ever since I graduated from USC. “Go to grad school, Paige. You can affect far more people with an education than you can without one.”
While I saw the logic in that, I was sick of hearing it. After graduating, I got a job at the free clinic in the nearby city of Terrance and spent my days working with women and girls who couldn’t go to their parents for things like birth control or STD treatments. Many of them showed up pregnant and totally scared.