Catch up with the Devil’s Riders for some (mostly) wholesome Valentine’s Day fun! This is a brand new novella length story in the Devil’s Riders Universe. Enjoy! Xoxox, Joanna

She is my sworn enemy. She is the love of my life. I run the Margarelli crime family with an iron fist. But when the girl I used to love starts a bloody mob war, I can't stand the thought of fighting back. So I do the only thing I can do. I seduce her. I protect her. I fight for her. I want her and I want to save her. But having her in my bed is dangerous for both of us. I can handle that. The real danger is letting her into my heart. Black Hearted is a stand alone novel with no cheating and a guaranteed HEA! It exists in the same world as the Untouchables MC and the Devil's Riders series.

She’s off limits. A goody two shoes. But when we start butting heads, I want to settle things the old-fashioned way. I drink champagne for breakfast and have dozens of women at my beck and call. I don’t need anything, or so I tell myself. Life is perfect until she walks in… Sabrina is the label’s answer to my PR situation. She’s so beautiful she makes me think crazy things. Like that maybe my perfect life is pretty empty without her. For some reason, she’s immune to my charms. But she doesn’t realize how low I will go when I want something badly enough. I can’t seem to stop ...

I’m over the hard partying and easy women rock star thing. Have been for years. But when the gorgeous single mom shows up at the studio, I quickly become obsessed. I’ve been alone for too long. When the backup singer walks into my audition, I want her instantly. But she doesn’t fall into my arms like a groupie. Kat has secrets of her own. Her kid is sick and she will do anything for him. I’m too old and too damaged for her. But when we sing a duet on stage for the first time, not even she can deny our off-the-charts chemistry. She ignores my attempts to buy her affection. I try ...

I don't believe in fairytales. But I will do anything to sweep this girl off her feet. I'm kind of a big deal. As in, everyone on the planet knows who I am, and they have since I was fifteen. You'd think that doing whatever I want, not to mention the constant stream of women, would be pretty fun. And they were. For a while. But now I've seen it all - and it's enough to make a man pretty jaded. When there's a human stampede outside my concert, I jump out of my car to help. That's before I see the girl who nearly got trampled - the tiny, young, adorable superfan. So I invite her backstage... ...