ANDY - I got a job next door to a tattooed biker named Baker. He was an outlaw, a criminal, a biker, a bad boy, and a thief. I should have run as far and fast as I could. Instead, on the day we met, I let him have his way with me. I couldn't help myself. His intensity and swagger lured me, but it was the crazy sex that kept me coming back, day after day. His sordid ways scared me, but I simply couldn't stay away... BAKER - When she moved in next door, I knew I was in trouble. She was sexy. She was irresistible. She had spunk. She was also the manager of a bank my MC robbed six months prior. She didn't recognize me, because we wore masks during the robbery. If she ever found out who I really was, there would be hell to pay. It would be nothing like the hell I'd be living in if my MC found out I was fucking her. We'd issued an order to kill her on sight. She was off-limits if anyone ever was. So far, the men in the MC hadn't seen her. But, I couldn't keep her hidden forever.

When I ran out in front of his speeding motorcycle, I was desperate. I had no idea who he was. I needed help, and he was my only prayer. Cash Flannigan was handsome. He was intense. He was irresistible. And, he was a member of Devil's Disciples MC. He was exactly what I needed to get out of a jam at that instant, but not at all what I needed in my life. But, as a "thank you" for him saving me on that dreadful night, I agreed to go on a date. After all, I was divorced, sexually deprived, and reaching an age where it seemed no one wanted me. Having a young biker look at me with lustful eyes was a nice change. A change that made me tingle in all the right places. One date wouldn't hurt. Just one... Stand alnoe, HEA, no cheating. If you enjoy the books of Vi Keeland, LJ Shen, Brittany Cherry, or Staci Hart, you will certainly enjoy this read.

Stand-alone, no cheating, no cliffhanger, HEA. CAUTION: This book defines love in the purest of senses. It will fill your heart so full there will be room for nothing else. For that, the author apologizes. ABBY Porter Reeves was a real biker. On the day we met, that was all that mattered. It was his ticket into my life. His entry fee. On that day, he took me on a journey. One that would change my life, open my eyes, and fill my heart. I soon learned that Porter was on a collision course, and that he was unwilling to help himself. I felt that I could provide him with the help he desperately needed, if he would simply subject himself to change. Coercing an outlaw biker to consider change isn't an easy task. But. It's one hell of a fun ride. GHOST Abby Northrop came into my life by mistake. A celebrity, philanthropist, and lover of all things life, she was exactly what I didn't need in my life. She was a do-gooder, and I'd never done anything good in my thirty-on years on earth. Nonetheless, I let her in. Just for one night. My plan was to screw her and walk away. It had worked in the past. Hell, it was all I knew. After one night, I knew walking away from Abby wasn't going to be easy. But, I never took the easy way out of anything.

ALLY - He looked like he needed a “pick me up”, so I gave him one. In passing, I shoved my panties into the pocket of his leather jacket. It wasn’t typical behavior for me, but he wasn’t a typical biker. It didn’t matter. I’d never see him again. When he appeared at my favorite diner a few days later, my jaw hit the floor. My panties weren’t far behind. When I found out he was a thief, I grinned at the common bond we shared. Then, I took his wallet. I planned to steal his heart next. First, I’d have to tell him the truth. The entire truth. GOOSE – Finding my pantyless Cinderella wasn’t going to be an easy task. I told myself if—and when—I did find her, I’d make her mine for one glorious night. I quickly learned one night would never be enough. I knew relationships weren’t for outlaw bikers. Relationships required honesty. Being honest about club business was contradictory to the MC’s rules. The only way around it was if she became a member of the MC. We needed a member, no doubt. Not a smart-mouthed chick with a bold attitude, though. Unless she was a died-in-the-wool thief and a getaway car driver…

A psychotic kidnapper with a gun. A blindfolded ride to a ruthless drug dealer’s compound. Torture. A slow death. These were the things that were awaiting me while I worked the evening shift of what was sure to be my last day on earth. Then, he came in for dinner. He had a loud Harley-Davidson, a dry sense of humor, a contagious laugh, and seven friends. All he wanted was an enchilada dinner. But. He was my only hope. So, I handed him his meal, gestured to the parking lot, and told him my story. As he sauntered toward the parking lot no differently that he would have walked into a bar, I wondered just who this man could be. Finding the answer to that question wasn’t as easy as a person might think. But it was the best ride of my life.

The only man in my life I felt I could trust was my father. A detective assigned to San Diego's gang crime unit; his focus was outlaw motorcycle clubs. His nemesis? A gang of thieves who had wreaked havoc on the city's financial institutions for nearly two decades. As fate would have it, I was preparing for a one-night stand with a tough-looking biker. As long as my father didn't find out, everything would be fine. If he learned of my fling with the tattooed bad boy, I could certainly talk my way out of it. The odds of Taddeo 'Tito" Silva being in my father's crosshairs was impossible. Or, so I thought. TITO is book 6 of a 6-book series and can be read as a Stand-alone. It has no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and has an HEA.