You don’t realize what you have until it’s gone…
Rarity Jane Mitchell had it all. A loving mother, a doting father, and an all-around pretty charmed life; but the old saying ‘life comes at you fast’ certainly hit home when death came calling unexpectedly. Of course, so did more life via an unexpected pregnancy and triplet brothers. Now, it’s everything Rarity and her mother can do to hold things together as the bills keep mounting and the world keeps spinning without her dad in it.
Zachary “Striker” Carlin has lived too many lives to count. Son, soldier, veteran, and now brother with in the Royal Bastards MC. He’s found a home and a found family within his chapter in St. Augustine, FL and has no desire to change things up until he comes across the pretty young barmaid at the biker bar in Ormond Beach. She helps him out in a big way, and he finds that he is more than willing and wants to return the favor...
You have to have an iron heart to love a Royal Bastard, and Rarity thought hers was ironclad. Will Striker live up to his name and find her soft spot so she’ll give him a chance?
She woke on a cold steel table, in a funeral home – with no recollection of who she used to be, and no idea of where to go from there. All she knew was that she was supposed to be dead, but she wasn’t and now she was faced with four strange men who seemed angry with her for coming to.
Hangman liked his quiet life among the graves. Dealing with people wasn’t his strong suit, dealing with his own trauma was essentially a full-time job… but then he heard a woman screeching from Reaper’s lair and found a scatter of embalming equipment and a frightened girl; terrified, in fact.
His protective instincts kick in, and now he’s just as lost as she is… and the club has a problem.
A big one...
...and she doesn’t even know her own name.
When a hurricane sweeps through Savannah, more than the tempest flares, so do tempers –
Lainey works herself to the bone three jobs at a time, six days a week to make ends meet – all to keep a roof over her and her unemployed boyfriend’s head.
Fear is one of the brothers that likes to stay low key. He runs his business, cooperates in the club’s business, and most importantly, minds his own business… until he doesn’t.
When Lainey is pitched down a flight of steps into the raging storm, Fear just happens to be there to catch her and takes her in. These two have a surprising amount in common, and quickly start to fall in love…
...and it all starts once upon a midday dreary.
The Iron Wraiths rule Savannah’s underground. More than just a motorcycle club, something like the mob, they’re the number one game in town for everything from guns to gambling.
Madisyn Jayne Reynolds was continually responsible for her older brother, Zeke, and this time wasn’t any different. The only thing that mattered was getting him out of the hole he’d dug for himself. She’s all bravado, but underneath it all, she’s terrified, and offering herself as payment for her brother’s debts wasn’t what she’d ever had in mind for herself.
Synister was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he didn’t exactly follow the typical climb to power of the rest of Savannah’s elite. His mind is always on more important things than the status quo, and he’s climbed the power structure his own way.
When a sassy blonde girl walks into his club’s underground card game, he’s all ears to see how she’ll wrangle her brother out of his clutches. One word makes him think she may be worth the trouble she’ll cause.
When it comes to New Orleans, sometimes it’s better the devil you know…
This is the case for Genesis Bordelon. She’s an emergency room physician at NOLA’s main trauma center. By chance, that’s where she met Chainsaw of the Voodoo Bastards MC; when he landed in her trauma bay as a critical patient during the Bastards’ civil war.
She would have forgotten all about him, but for the fact that she had grown up in the MC life, and the bloodstained card he’d handed her, with a number and any favor she could ask attached to it.
The biker owed her, the club owed her… still, she knew how easy it was to get tangled up in the life. She’d spent the better part of hers trying to escape it.
Now it’s some years later, and Genesis is in big trouble. She saw something she shouldn’t have, and the cops are no help. She isn’t eager to cash in the chit that she’s owed, but she’s backed into a corner – and sometimes, it really is better to take your chances with the devil you know rather than the one you don’t.
The murk of the swamp has nothing on this situation…
Velina Young never pictured leaving her life in California behind on a dime to find out what was happening with a half-brother she’d never even met in person. However, that’s what she does when Garnett suddenly stops texting. She’s in New Orleans for the first time in her life, standing outside the Voodoo Bastard’s lair about to face its dragon…
Saint thinks nothing of the spitfire chick walking in the front door to the club one late afternoon. Girls like her are a dime a dozen, looking for a thrill or a ride – except he couldn’t be more wrong if he tired with this one.
Tempers spark, anger flares, and these two seem like they’re destined to be enemies…
At the end of the day, loyalties are tested, and trust is in short supply, as both learn to navigate a criminal underworld more dangerous than ever before.
Secrets drip from the past like Spanish moss from the trees…
On first glance, Bennie seems like the mildest of the brothers within the Voodoo Bastards. Nothing could be further from the truth. Baptized in blood and tempered in the fires of vengeance, club life is a quiet life as compared to what he’s come from. Sometimes, the past has a way of sneaking up on you, though… and for Bennie, it’s in the feelings stirred within his chest on a drunken bender in the Quarter by her emerald green eyes and long dark hair.
Sandrine Starkweather has done her best to claw her way out of her past and takes refuge in the pulse pounding music under the bright lights of Bourbon on her days off. She’s hiding in plain sight, and generally likes to keep it that way until this drunk biker sidles up and smoothly starts dancing with her instead of on her. She can’t resist, the broken in her recognizing the broken in him and what follows is an unlikely friendship that could be dangerous to each of them but in very different ways…
The sultry Louisiana nights hold more than danger, they hold a ton of secrets…
Jessie-Lou Gaudet knows a thing or two about secrets. Her big brother is none other than Cypress, one of the Voodoo Bastards' fiercest brothers. She’s never put much stock in the club, or her brother. Like any sister, she just views him as a big, darned idiot. One that’s brought a mess of trouble to her and her teenage son’s door.
When a call goes out that Cypress’ sister and nephew are in danger, Collier doesn’t hesitate to answer it. When he sees Jessie, white as a sheet and covered in blood, he has two thoughts. One is she all right, and two, she has to be one of the fiercest and most beautiful women he's ever seen. He spends some time kicking himself for not noticing her far sooner, but not one to back down from a challenge, he’ll spend the rest of his life rectifying his oversight if he has to.
There’s only one thing more dangerous than these streets… and that’s the classroom.
Corliss Legare is a bright and vibrant second-year teacher at Lakeside High. She’s known rough and all she’s ever wanted was to reach just one kid like she’d been and make a difference.
Hex is the V.P. of New Orleans’ most notorious MCs – according to its citizens that is. That doesn’t mean anything if you’re smarter than the pigs and always stay ahead of them. By day, he’s a mild-mannered custodian at Lakeside; and man, does he have it bad for Miss Legare.
When the violent and unstable nature of the city finds its way into Lakeside’s halls, Corliss finds herself at its mercy; and Hex? Hex won’t stand for that…
There ain’t nothin’ easy about livin’ in the Big Easy…
It’s a hard-knock life for the men of the Voodoo Bastards MC. Harder still for a young woman living across from their clubhouse. That’s how La Croix first laid eyes on her, but it’d take a while yet for him to stake his claim. That was all right, though. He had nothing but time and was a patient man. In this city, opportunity was around every corner. If it wasn’t, he would just make his own.
For Alina, her life was the nightlife. A bartender on Bourbon, she’d been making her own way since she was a teen. Happy and content, she had it all. A couple of best friends that a girl could ever ask for, and a quiet life she was content with. Then in a series of strange and unfortunate events, things began to change.
There’s a dark underbelly to New Orleans, its currency more than just cash – and Alina was about to strike one hell of a deal with one of its denizens. A man whose eyes were as black as his reputation – if not his soul… but oh, what she would do in the name of love.
She was a mystery woman out on the beach, the storm sweeping in and sweeping Lightning off his feet before he even had the chance to say ‘hello.’ The club thought he was crazy, that she was a figment of his imagination or some kind of near-death experience – but he knew. He knew he’d seen her, and he just knew their paths would cross again. It was kind of hard for them not to in a town as small as Ft. Royal.
Honor had never seen anything like it, and thought sure the man on the beach had died. He’d been struck by lightning, after all. Still, she had to put it from her mind. She was overwhelmed already what with her missing mother, grandparents she’d never known had existed, and a sudden move across the country to take possession of their more than modest estate.
She’d been swept up into such a maelstrom of confusing events and emotions she could hardly focus on anything else but the next tiny step in front of her. It was a lot, so much, and then he stepped out of the ether and a lot of things suddenly made sense.
When the winds of fate blow you in a direction, you go…
Radar has always been that guy for the club, his family, and anyone else he happens to meet. In a word: dependable. When his daughter, who is like him in so many ways, approaches him about a troubled tourist, he’s willing to hear the beauty’s story. Of course, what he hears he’s totally not prepared for.
Justice has been through a lot and was just starting to feel safe again. This trip to Ft. Royal was supposed to be a fresh start to her new life; not a new kind of nightmare. Can she trust the kindness of a stranger in a strange place after having gone through what most would consider a literal hell?
When Radar discovers just how much the citizen justice system has failed Justice, he’s bound and determined to get her the justice she deserves. He has the resources, and his brothers, and what ensues is one of the wildest rides he’s ever taken. Will it be for the best cause anyone can stand for? Will love prevail?
Serenity's life has been anything but serene...
Nothing about that looks like its going to improve when her best friend drags her to a local metal show. She reluctantly goes along, but once again proves to be a magnet for trouble. Then he steps out of the crowd.
Usually the shows Stoker plays are pretty chill, despite the amped up energy of the crowd. When he spots the little brunette in distress, he has no trouble stepping up and stepping in. Turns out it might be the best decision he's ever made.
Neither Stoker nor Serenity can believe their luck in finding the other. Still, between club life and dark secrets of a hidden past, their budding romance may be clipped before it ever has a chance to flower.
Charity is home free: her degree under her belt and making a beeline, straight for sunny Ft. Royal, and her sisters, Hope and Faith. Excited to see them, yet having been warned by Hope to watch herself when it came to the disarmingly charming ways of The Kraken, Charity never expected to walk right into the one man to flip all of her switches to the ‘on’ position before she’d even taken a dozen steps into town.
Nothing was everything she liked. Tall, handsome, with a pair of eyes that any woman should swoon over. Just the right mix of tortured bad boy to pique all of her healer’s instincts. Charity knew that the men of The Kraken played for keeps; all except, it seemed, for this one. Too bad no one told The Kraken that she played for keeps, too.
Faith. She’d managed to keep her namesake while in captivity, but now that she was free? The daunting task of rejoining society was in front of her and it seemed that Marlin had too keep it for her.
Marlin can’t help how he feels about Faith, she was remarkably easy to like. The only thing he could do for her was be there, and keep his damn hands to himself, which was the real challenge. Neither one of them knew if she would make it out of the darkness in tact; only time would tell about that.
During trying times, all you can do is hold on and have a little faith…
Cutter had given up on finding a woman when Hope sauntered right into his bar. With her straight talk, toned figure, and military training, she can disarm a man in more ways than one. But the mission she's on will shake up Cutter's world.
Hope's lost her younger sister, but she hasn't lost her namesake. It's been almost two years since Faith vanished, but Hope hasn't given up the search. She'll either find her sister or some answers.
Can Cutter keep his club out of trouble and help the siren in his bar on her mission? One can only hope...
The President of the Sacred Hearts MC has had everything, and had it stripped from him in the most brutal of ways.
Dragon has been the Sacred Hearts’ fearless leader since its inception. He has loved and lost harder than any member, and has no intention of ever trying to find love again. Never say never, though, because that’s when things tend to prove you wrong.
Marcie is a pillar of the community, a savvy businesswoman, and the picture-perfect citizen. When a reckless act by one of the notorious bikers in the community thrusts her life into chaos, she doesn’t expect that the same club will be the ones to put her back together again.
Tiffany Dempsey had been failed by the system over and over again, but this time she wasn’t going to take it lying down.
Instead of going to the law like she had in the past, she went to the Sacred Hearts MC, a club that had a reputation for bloodshed and violence, a club that didn’t let the rules and regulations of society dictate how they handled grievances.
Zeb joined the Sacred Hearts MC looking for a second chance, something he wasn’t sure he deserved or could find. He’s determined to do right by his found family, and for himself by changing his ways. When the club’s president asks him for help, he doesn’t hesitate to jump in. He’s more than happy to give the pretty stripper with the scarred face a second chance of her own. After all, she’s a survivor like him.
Neither Tiff nor Zeb expected this protective detail to be anything other than business as usual, but the two quickly realize that they compliment each other in just about every way. But they can’t become complacent, or the trouble they’ve been keeping ahead of might catch up, and the damage could be more than either of them can handle.
Five simple words can change the world, or destroy everything that Data has built. “Does anyone remember Amalia Rose?”
He’s been looking for her, keeping his ear to the proverbial ground, albeit the electronic version. When the alarms sound, quite literally, he rushes to the rescue, trying to save the woman he lost so many years ago.
And he will stop at nothing to get her back. His secret is out, and life is about to change for everyone in the club in the most surprising ways.
If you could contain chaos in a human, it would fit just right inside Cell.
He’s reckless, dangerous, and out of control, yet somehow, Blue seems to hold him in check. At least enough to keep him from causing complete insanity. No one knows how, though, because Blue as about as opposite as night and day. He’s quiet, shy, and as well-mannered as they come.
When Blue gets a single look at Hayley, though, he sees more than the pretty waitress at the local diner. He sees the third they need, the bridge between them, the calm to Cell’s storm, and the fire that ignites Blue. The only question is whether she can withstand the dichotomy that is this strange combination.
Hayley will either bring a balance to the two of them, or they will tear her to shreds.
One-night stands are supposed to be just that, a one and done. They aren’t supposed to come back and bite you in the ass.
Rush is always seeking his namesake, a rush that can give him the kind of high that will last for a while. What he didn’t anticipate was the girl he banged by the bathroom of the bar to walk back into his life, and in such a spectacular way as to be related to the President and VP of his club.
Bailey was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but her favorite place was in the muck of a barn with her horses. Her daddy had given her everything she had ever wanted, except the excitement she craved. Every once in a while, she wandered on down to town to see what was happening in the local bars. Too bad the guy she had a few weeks before was now sitting on her porch in the light of day.
Rush may be rough around the edges, but he’s just the kind of hard that Bailey needs to keep her safe, and to keep the thing she loves most in her possession.
Fate introduces people at both the right and wrong times…
Maren has had her life turned upside down and inside out, and she’s barely holding things together, when an unlikely hero steps into her line at the local store. He’s clad in leather, but with an open hand, gave her more than just the cash in his pocket.
Nox is about a far from a hero as they come, but something about the girl behind the register tugged at his heart, and he does the only right thing in the moment. Afterwards, though, he goes all in, bringing his brothers along with him to rescue a girl who may not even need it.
This mess could end beautifully, or in some serious time behind bars for Nox, but sometimes, it’s worth risking it all.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and sometimes you have to make a deal with the devil to get what you need.
Melody Beswick was returning to the father of her child, a man who hadn’t been there for more than a year, only to find out that he was gone forever. Now, she’s stuck with his brother, trying to figure out a new life that has more questions than answers.
Archer is the kind of man that steps up when there’s a need. Taking on the duty of his brother’s child, and the child’s mother, wasn’t in his plans, but she was there, and there wasn’t any way around it.
With no other options, and nowhere else to turn, Melody takes the only option she has left, and hopes she doesn’t end up burned in the process.
Being the inside man is a dangerous place to be, especially when the stakes are so high…
Red-XII belongs to the Sacred Hearts, mind, body, and soul, which means when they need him to go undercover and take down the rival club, the Suicide Kings, from the inside, he’s more than willing. What he didn’t bet on was finding a beautiful, broken spirit in the heart of the club.
Dani Broussard didn’t expect to find herself on the front lines of a turf war, but that was the road her life took. Now, forced to satisfy the men of the club with her body, she escapes the only way she can; through her mind. Finding a place that is beautiful, and not the dank and putrid squalor she’s stuck in. The prospect won’t touch her, though, and that’s something she can’t explain.
Now, with everything on the line, can Red save the damsel in distress, or will she be just one more life that’s lost under the fall of the Kings?
Picture perfect families hide the darkest secrets…
Mandy Price is the preacher’s daughter; prim, proper, and absolutely perfect. Except she’s hiding the darkness that no one on the outside can see. Her best friend has shown her that there is a better world outside the walls of her father’s church. She just has to be brave enough to break free.
Revelator knows how to keep secrets, but also knows what that can cost a person. His whole life explodes, splintering into a million pieces. His focus, though, is on the red headed friend of his vice president’s old lady.
Will Mandy’s secrets destroy any future with Revelator, or will he break through her walls and find the truth, setting her free?
Shelly Jordan’s family is full of monsters, and Reaver, her cousin, is the tamest of them all.
One night, one stupid choice, and she’s ripped to shreds, torn apart like she’s never been before. Self-isolation seems to be the best option, except the family she’s built within the Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club is slipping through her fingers, and she can’t seem to get a grasp of anything.
Ghost would do anything to protect Shelly, but she’s too loose of a woman for him to involve himself with more than just as a protector. But he never thought she’d step away from his protection and end up hurt, and he blames himself for everything that happened to her. If only he’d known she had changed for him, hoping he’d keep her safe.
Now, he has to figure out how to put her back together again, before it’s too late.
Secrets are a dangerous thing to hide in the Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club, and Squick has a big one.
His boss, Trigger, is the Sergeant at Arms for the club, and Squick has worked hard to build a bike and become a prospect. He’s at the edge of finally getting what he wants, to be an official part of a family for the first time…
Until Aaron walks into the tattoo shop, and everything falls into place. But his presence could possibly destroy Squick’s entire world. Squick is left with a choice… Come out to the club and risk being disowned again, or give up Aaron, who is more than just some guy.
The deeper he falls for Aaron, the closer he comes to losing it all.
Wedding days are supposed to be perfect, until the groom decides to walk away…
Hayden Michael’s life didn’t go as she’d planned, and her wedding day was just the icing on the cake. But somehow, Reaver was there. Sweet, funny, caring Reaver, with eyes like the bluest skies in winter, and a smile that took her breath away.
He’s the club’s enforcer, the one they call on when they need something to be done quickly, quietly, efficiently, and with no trace left behind. It’s kept his monster in check… for the most part. But seeing Hayden crushed is not something he can just take care of, at least not in the sense he’s used to.
When he whisks her away on her honeymoon, removing her from her normal, she finds herself free to actually blossom.
On the absolute worst day ever, when nothing else could go wrong, it does.
The only child of a single father, Everett Moran finds herself an orphan before she’s even old enough to drink. She’s dealt with loss, hardship, and heartache more times than anyone should. Her boyfriend isn’t any help in that department, either. She has always looked on the bright side of things, moving forward to find better.
Dray watched his mother die in a bloody hail of gunfire before he was even an adult, and he’s been pissed at the world ever since. He’s the Vice President of the Sacred Hearts MC, but he’s broken in more ways than one. He’s done things no man should have to do, and he doesn’t want to be that guy anymore.
When Evy’s car breaks down in front of Dray’s garage, their worlds collide, and their future just might fix them both.
In the middle of a freezing night, on a dark and desolate road, he was the right man in the right place, and rescued her from hell.
Ashton Granger is the picture-perfect wife, but not because she wants to be. No, she’s perfect because she doesn’t want to be corrected. Even when she does everything right, she’s still wrong in her husband’s eyes. But there’s no escape for her, because he owns her.
Ethan “Trigger” Howard has seen death through the scope of his rifle, and knows there has to be more than death in his future. He’s come home from several tours of duty as a Marine sniper to nurse his wounds, physical, mental, emotional, and psychological, and found a brotherhood he can belong to in the form of the Sacred Hearts MC.
The chance meeting must have been designed by some higher being, or she’d have been dead, and he’d have never known Sunshine.
