She’s the worst person for me. And I can’t get enough of her. Life nearly broke me a year ago. My father died. My brother killed my girlfriend. And my club almost fell apart. By the skin of our teeth, I’m hanging on. But I know I will never meet anyone like my last woman. Her beauty, her smile, her joy… it will never return. And then her best friend showed up. I have every reason to hate her. She works for the DA. She wants me arrested. But the fire in her eyes… the spark in her soul… the flame in her heart… I can’t get enough of it. And I’m going to have it. I don’t ...

She’s my best friend’s ex—and I must have her. There’s nothing in our town for men like me. The Bandits terrorize the residents. The sheriff looks the other way with bribes in his pocket. My brothers and I fight, but it’s a losing battle. We only have ourselves, our fists, and our bikes. But one person sees something more in me. Tara Rogers. She’s the girl next door—if you happened to grow up in a rich neighborhood. Sexy, smart as hell, and feisty. She’ll knock you on your ass with both her body and her wits. There’s just one problem. Her ex is my best friend. And not only...

I always get my way. And she's next. At first, I wanted nothing to do with Elizabeth Rogers. Too combative. Too rich. Too smart. Not to mention the sister of my ex. But the more I saw her, the more I had to have her. Those curves. Those eyes. That fiery spirit. When I say I want something, I get it. And at this point, I want Elizabeth Rogers. The only question is how I'll get her. But the how doesn't really matter. Because in the end, I always win.

I've waited over a year for a second chance. I won't wait another day to have her. Justine Elks is the most exotic, intelligent, and beautiful woman I've ever seen. She also swears she'll never date a Black Reaper ever again. She got burned badly the last time she wound up with one of us. It wasn't my fault, but I'm paying the price for it. But that won't stop me. I see the look in her eye. I see the smile she tries to hide when she sees me. I feel her lust, her passion, her arousal for me. And after waiting as long as I have for this chance? I don't care what she says about never dating a ...

I haven't loved anyone in over ten years. So why should she be any different? Hailey Cook is like many women that come through the club.Cute. Sexy. Mine.But for some reason, she's not giving herself up so easily.She's insisting that before I can have her, she has to give me what she wants.Publicity and media coverage.Two of the things I most abhor in the world.And yet, for some reason, I find myself saying yes to her.I tell myself that it's just to say I've slept with a reporter.But maybe there's something more to it.Maybe Hailey can change a decade of heartache, agony, and sorrow.

“This is who I am. I am a killer.” It's all I want people to know.I don't want them to know my name. I don't want them to know my backstory. I don't want them to see me as anything more than a ruthless assassin.Because it's the only thing I'm good at, and it's the only thing I see myself as.But then she comes into my life.She recognizes me as something more than a killer, even if I don't.She believes there's good in me. She believes there's love in me. She believes there's more to me than meets the eye.I don't believe her.But she's changing my mind.We'll see if it lasts. It never ...

She’s all mine—if I can kill her father. I’m not the pushover anymore. Once the “little brother” of the club, I am my own man. I’ve got men under my control, and I’m not afraid to use them. I’m ready to fight back and end the bloodshed forever. I’m willing to die for victory. I’m willing to die to destroy my enemies. But then I meet her. The woman who gives me a reason not to be a martyr. The woman who gives me a reason to see life beyond the final battle. She's beautiful. She's smart. She's perfect. The problem isn't who she is. It's who her father is. The man ...

I must have her. If not, I will destroy what little in my world remains. I watched my father get murdered in cold blood by my “friends.” He was my only parent; I was his only child. He was everything to me. I was once named after him, but no more. Now, I am Phoenix. I am reborn with a fiery vengeance, set to burn the world down. The Black Reapers cannot stop me. The Fallen Saints cannot stop me. I cannot stop myself. But someone can. Her. She is the light that fills the void my father left. She is the hope in a hopeless world. She is the only soul that can prevent me from destroying ...

She’s perfect for me. Which means she’ll probably end up dead. I'm the pretty face of the Black Reapers. I'm the poster boy. I'm the guy shown to the public, the charmer, the seducer. I’m also a man responsible for the deaths of many. I enlisted in the military to fight evil. Instead, I witnessed too much of it. It broke my soul and destroyed my first marriage. The Black Reapers has given me a second chance at brotherhood, but I can’t trust myself with love. I can fight, I can protect, and I can kill, but I can’t be open. I can’t love. And then I met her. Fierce. Unyielding. ...

She's tempting, irresistible, and quite possibly the literal death of me. And I cannot resist. Hannah Jett. Sister of Mason Jett, the club's Sergeant-at-Arms, the most dangerous biker in the club. He watches over her like a hawk, promising to kill anyone who so much as touches her, let alone sleeps with her. When I first knew Hannah, she was shy, innocent, and timid. But in the years since I've seen her, she's grown into something else now. Fierce. Powerful. Hot as hell. And I must have her. I do not care what the consequences are. I do not care what the fallout must be. I only care about ...