I could use the business.
Inking a biker is always good to attract the right kind of customer.
But Bo Braxton – gorgeous, ripped, and too cocky for his own good – can’t possibly be worth the trouble.
t’s been far too long since I’ve let a man like Bo take me to bed.
But I’ve been torched before.
And I’m not about to let this self-proclaimed “burning angel” light a new fire in me.
Because he’s the last thing I need.
He’s a criminal who’s not afraid to kill.
A thug who’s hungry for my body.
An outlaw biker whose bed I don’t want to ever leave.
But I should’ve known he wouldn’t listen when I told him no.
Especially not when my body is screaming yes, yes, yes.
BO
It doesn't take more than a glance to know I want more than just the little tattoo artist's hands on me.
I’ve spent my whole life going through women like a tornado destroying everything in its path.
I’ve left hundreds of them begging for more.
But when I saw Dakota, I knew…
I wanted her more than once.
She's just begging me to take her and put her in her place. with her teasing curves and unconquerable sass.
I want her in every place and every way our bodies will allow.
And as the President of the Burning Angels MC, I'm used to taking what I want.
But I'm also very aware of the danger my lifestyle entails.
And, with one forbidden kiss, I've dragged Dakota into a vicious, violent outlaw war.
There’s no telling whether she’ll love me or hate by the time all is said and done…
If we both get out alive.
Whiskey Sins: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Diesel Devils MC) (Alpha Rebels Book 5)
Captured. Kidnapped. Sold.
How did I end up on this auction block?
Wild men are fighting to own me.
But one outlaw rose above the rest and growled:
“This one belongs to me.”
MICHAEL
I’m a vicious monster with whiskey for blood and scars for skin.
I’ve got tats for every man I’ve killed and woman I’ve claimed.
Enough to stretch across each rippling muscle and vein.
I’m a deadly beast.
And I’m gonna break her heart.
The old me would’ve left her to the wolves.
But the last remnants of my soul told me that she needed my protection.
So I snatched her off that auction block before the devils around us could have their way with her.
She might hate me.
She might want me dead.
But as I bend her over my bike and make her show me her gratitude, she comes to realize:
I’m the only man keeping her alive.
LILY
This was worse than a nightmare.
Being sold like a slave at market…
There is no escape.
No salvation.
There’s only HIM.
The man who says he owns me.
One look in his eyes tells me that it really is true.
That I belong to him.
And then he strips me bare and takes me for his own savage pleasure.
There’s no denying it anymore.
The biker owns me now.
Inked Sins: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Fallen Angels MC) (Alpha Rebels Book 4)
He’s a monster and a sinner – and I’m chained to his bed.
I shouldn’t be here. But it’s too late to run.
Staying here might mean risking everything – my life, my body, my sanity.
But I can’t go back to what I was before.
I’m addicted to the biker’s touch.
CAROLINE
I think part of me always knew he’d hurt me.
Isn’t that just what bad boys do?
They convince you they’re different than the rest.
They get you to let your guard down.
And then they shatter your heart into a million little pieces.
Mason was no different in that regard.
He convinced me he was a rebel with a heart of gold.
And for one blissful moment, I believed him.
Then the war came crashing down on my head.
Before I know it, I’m dodging bullets and riding for my life.
I’m not cut out for this motorcycle club business.
I like numbers, my puppy, helping people – just sweet, innocent things.
I’m not the type of girl for him.
But Mason has me pinned down and he won’t let me go.
He says it’s for my own safety.
He says I need his protection.
And the second he lays his hands on me, I know one thing:
I’ll never be able to go back to my old life again.
I belong to the biker now.
MASON
It might’ve been a mistake to bring her in.
But there was chaos in my club, and I needed an ally.
She was just supposed to be a numbers freak.
To look through my accounting books and figure out what the hell was going on.
But there was danger lurking in the shadows…
And before I could protect her from it, it dragged us both down to hell.
She doesn’t think can trust me.
Fair enough.
I probably wouldn’t trust me either.
I’m everything she’s been taught to fear:
A liar, a killer, a biker, a beast.
I’m a cold-blooded S.O.B. who will screw you senseless and be gone before you wake up.
I’m a sh!t-talking, drug-running outlaw kingpin…
And I’m never, ever gonna apologize for it.
But despite all my sins, there’s one thing that will always be true:
I always protect what’s mine.
I may have got Caroline caught in the middle of this vicious crossfire.
But I’m not gonna rest until I get her out.
That’s an outlaw’s oath.
Wicked Sins: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Santanas Cuervo MC) (Alpha Rebels Book 3)
Owning her is the sweetest sin.
I was hired to protect her.
But I couldn’t stop myself from claiming her.
And if those drug smuggling cowards think they can take her from me…
They’d better be ready for war.
KADE
My club is dying.
But I won’t let us go down without a fight.
So I accept a job guarding an oil heiress.
She’s a stone cold b!tch, a true ice queen.
Won’t even give me or my brothers the time of day.
But what she doesn’t know is that she’s working in extremely dangerous territory.
And when she narrowly avoids a bullet aimed at her skull, Winter realizes the truth:
She needs my protection.
If she wants to survive, she better listen to every damn word I say.
Because the men who are coming for her are not the kind to play nice.
They’re the kind to string you upside down and bleed you dry.
Making you hurt and cry and suffer…
While laughing in your face all the while.
They’re the sickest men alive.
And they’re dead-set on putting us all six feet deep.
So there’s one rule and one rule only:
Whatever I say goes.
WINTER
I didn’t believe him when he told me to get on my knees.
But Kade is not the type of man to joke.
And the steel glare in his eyes says this is no exception.
From down here, he looks like a biker god.
Tanned, tatted skin.
Inky black tattoos.
A chiseled jaw…
And those eyes.
Owning me.
Stripping me bare and laying claim to my body without moving a single muscle.
I knew from the start that I belonged to him.
No matter how hard I tried to deny it, there was a voice in my head that knew how deeply screwed I was.
Because Kade’s world is violence and bloodshed.
It’s leather kuttes and roaring chopper engines.
And if I want to stay alive while I’m neck deep in this chaos, I’ll have to cling to the only hope I have:
The biker who’s ready to own me.
Midnight Sins: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Heartless Devils MC)
I’m scared of what he’ll do when no one is watching.
MELISSA
I know he doesn’t want to be here.
He’s told me in no uncertain terms that he didn’t sign up to follow me around like a lost puppy.
I tell him he’s a bodyguard, not a babysitter.
But he doesn’t give a damn about the subtleties.
Because Asher is about as subtle as the roaring engine of the bike he rides.
He’s brash, loud, dominant, demanding.
And what he’s demanding is a taste of me.
He thinks he can break me.
But he’s just a big, dumb brute.
I tell him to do his worst.
I just never expected that I’d moan so loud when he did.
ASHER
I decided the second I saw her:
I was gonna break this girl.
She’s too bratty.
Thinks she’s better than me.
Thinks she can use me for whatever she wants.
But she’s dead f**kin’ wrong.
Because I’m no pawn for this princess to manipulate.
I’m an outlaw – I answer to no one.
These tattoos, this leather kutte, the club insignia I bear… all of it tells her the same story:
I am not a man to f**k with.
So the next time she pushes my buttons, I’m gonna pin her down and press all of hers.
I’m gonna make her cry my name.
Beg for my mercy.
And learn how it feels to truly be owned.
Dirty Sins: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Minutemen MC)
He eyes me like he owns me – because he does.
I went too far in pursuit of my story.
I should have run for the hills instead.
But I bent over for the biker, and suddenly, I’m in over my head.
I belong to the bad boy now.
CAMILLA
I woke up bound and blindfolded on the back of a speeding motorcycle.
I’d started out chasing down a juicy story on cartel violence.
Now, I was about to meet my fate at the hands of the monstrous biker in front of me.
A quick and painless death would be the best-case scenario.
But God only knows what this S.O.B. had planned.
He dragged me off his bike and into a dirty warehouse.
Whipped off my blindfold, and then all I could see…
Was the sexiest man I’ve ever come across in my life.
Dirk is a killer, an outlaw, a rogue.
He’s six feet five inches of muscle, ink, and leather…
And the most dangerous criminal in the entire California desert.
Being utterly terrified was just the beginning.
Then he told me what he wanted to do with me.
DIRK
I tell the nosy little reporter exactly what she is:
My f**king property.
And, like everything else in my life, I’m not gonna wait for her permission to use her how I want.
But submitting to me won’t be enough to keep Camilla safe.
She’s wandered deep inside a biker war zone.
A single misstep here means instant death.
She thinks I’m an animal.
But soon, she’ll realize the truth:
If she wants to get out of this hellhole alive, she’ll have to follow my every command.
Starting with this…
Get on your knees, baby.
Don’t You Dare: A Bad Boy MMA Fighter Romance
Don’t you dare tell me no.
Don’t you dare wander into my world, looking too sexy to ignore but too innocent to touch.
Don’t you dare f**k with my head on the night of the biggest fight of my life.
Don’t you dare make me throw my MMA career away for you.
Don’t you dare make me bleed, fight, and claw to make you mine.
And if you do all that anyways…
Then don’t you dare say no when I tell you what I want in return:
My ring on your finger.
My baby in your belly.
My name on your lips – moaning into the night.
Forever.
Dirty Secrets: Black Horsemen MC
I’LL TEACH HER TO KEEP HER MOUTH SHUT.
GLORIA
I heard something I wasn’t supposed to hear.
I thought these dirty secrets would be my ticket out of this place.
But all they’ve gotten me is a one-way trip to a killer’s bed.
VINNY
She tried to blackmail me.
Stupid little girl.
She’s in far over her head.
If she doesn’t do as I say…
I’ll have no choice but to break her.
Hands Off My Woman: Padre Knights MC
WHAT IF PROTECTING HER MEANS SENDING HER AWAY?
I’m an outlaw. She’s an aristocrat.
We belong in separate worlds.
But love and lust won’t let our connection fade.
It’s been ten years since I last had her in my bed.
And now that I’m back home…
She’s mine again.
But it’s a bittersweet reunion.
A bloody biker war and her scumbag fiancé are threatening to tear us apart.
I have to make a choice:
Can I keep her for myself if it means putting her in the line of fire?
Or do I have to sacrifice our love in order to save her life?
Hands Off My Wife: Black Cossacks MC
I’LL ONLY SAY IT ONCE: KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY WIFE.
She had no business getting involved with me.
But now that she’s mine, she’s no one else’s.
And if anyone – her boss, my enemies – think they can take her from me…
They are dead. F**king. Wrong.
She’s the upstairs neighbor, sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.
I’m a biker king doing whatever I damn well please.
She thinks she hates me, but she’s wrong.
She wants me.
She needs me.
I just have to make her see it.
But she’s got no place in this biker life.
She’s too pure, too innocent.
So it’s a shame when she throws herself in the middle of the crossfire without even realizing it.
I used her, I’ll admit it.
But I did what I had to do.
And if I had to go back, I’d do it over again.
Because now that she’s had a taste of the wild side, she’s gonna be hungry for more.
And I’m just the man to give it to her.
Over, and over, and over again.
She’s mine now.
So everyone else better stay the f**k away.
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