Don’t You Dare: A Bad Boy MMA Fighter Romance

by Claire St. Rose

  Saul won’t stop until he owns all of me.

  I’m already sick of this podunk Texas town.

  But I’m a movie star, not a hillbilly.

  At least, that’s what I used to think.

  Until Saul showed me what I really am: his property.

  He was just another faceless muscle man on set.

  Keep pedestrians out of the shot, beat back the paparazzi – that kind of thing.

  Normally, I wouldn’t bat an eye.

  But Saul was different.

  He wasn’t just muscle – although he definitely had plenty of that.

  He wasn’t just tough – although one look from his steely eyes had me trembling.

  He was so much more.

  He was either a monster or an angel.

  A sinner or a saint.

  He’s going to either bend me over his knee and break me completely…

  Or make me fall for a man I never meant to notice.

  But one way or another, Saul is going to make me his.

  Crash: The Rogue Sinners MC

  I’m back. Time to reclaim what’s mine.

  They forced me out with a gun to my head.

  I’ve spent four years dancing with the devil in cartel country.

  I’m coming home now.

  And when I do, I’m gonna have my revenge on the bastards who wronged me.

  I’ve got a fire in my belly and fresh scars on my skin.

  I’m angry.

  Hell, I’m more than angry.

  I am righteous fury itself.

  They stabbed me in the back.

  Betrayed me.

  The snakes, the cowards…

  They took everything I ever gave a damn about.

  And I’m about to do the same to them.

  But when I kick down the door, something stops me in my tracks.

  A girl with a look in her eyes.

  It’s a look I’ve never seen before.

  Somewhere between a dare and a plea.

  It says, “Take me…if you can.”

  Believe me, baby:

  After I have my way with you, you’ll never want another man again.

  Monster: Teutonic Knights MC

  The more she loves me, the more I’ll ruin her.

  She found a monster, not a savior.

  I lose my control when I’m near her.

  I wanted to break her.

  I never expected her to like it.

  I’m not a hero, and I don’t rescue damsels in distress.

  I made it clear from the moment I met her.

  From the moment I tasted her.

  I’m not going to save her.

  I’m going to break her.

  Make her gasp.

  Make her beg.

  Make her scream.

  Make her into something she’d never dare to imagine.

  Not before she came to me.

  Not before I made her my property.