What sort of girl loves sin like I do? What sort of person thrives in it? I'm the princess to a dirty throne of motorcycles and madness, daughter of the president of the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. My father's four closest officers—men dressed in blood and death and sin—they're my honor guard, cloaked in leather vests and tattoos. Only, there's nothing honorable about them at all. They're all wrong for me. Every motorcycle club has its old ladies. These guys … they share one. They share me. \\\I WAS BORN RUINED is a 90,000 word new adult, reverse harem, motorcycle club romance with one daring, bada\\* leading lady, her four sexy outlaws, and a romantic suspense plot. Contains cursing, violence, and sexual situations.

What sort of girl steals a motorcycle from outlaws? What sort of girl blooms in the face of danger, like a rose with thorns? I’m the queen to a dirty throne of men and mania, a dissenter that’s supposed to be a quiet accomplice to the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. The four wicked men I’ve summoned are like the Horsemen of the Apocalypse—albeit dressed in leather and riding chrome stallions—and I’m the last judgement, bringing the end of the world as the club knows it. Only, it’s with my own hands bathed in blood and betrayal. They’ve always been wrong for me. But every motorcycle club has its secrets. These guys … they’re owned by one. They’re owned by me. \\\I AM DRESSED IN SIN is a 90,000 word new adult, reverse harem, motorcycle club romance with one daring, bada\\* leading lady, her four sexy outlaws, and a romantic suspense plot. Contains cursing, violence, age gap romance, and sexual situations. This is book two of three in the series.

What sort of girl falls in love with four outlaws? What sort of girl plays with fire for the fun of it? I’m the salvation for the dirty throne of the city’s underworld, the only person who can secure a future for the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. There are few people in this world that I can trust—a mafia brat, a soon-to-be nun, and four lascivious demons—but that’ll have to be enough, or we’ll all burn together in glorious flame. Only, there’s no telling what my father will do now that he knows the truth. They will always be wrong for me. But sometimes, the darkness simply chooses you. These guys … they’ve chosen someone. They’ve chosen me