Mc Romance

The former Clifton Forge, Montana motorcycle club has everyone in town convinced they’ve locked their clubhouse doors and ripped off their patches. Everyone but Bryce Ryan. There’s more happening at the club’s garage than muscle car restorations and Harley rebuilds. Her instincts are screaming there’s a story—one she’s going to tell. As the new owner of the small town’s newspaper, Bryce is hungry for more than birth announcements and obituaries. When a woman is brutally killed and all signs point to the club, Bryce is determined to expose the members and their leader, Kingston “Dash” Slater, as murderers. Bryce bests Dash match after match, disappointed her rugged and handsome opponent turns out to be an underwhelming adversary. Secrets are exposed. Truths defeat lies. Bryce is poised to win this battle in a landslide. Then Dash breaks all the rules and tips the scales. One kiss, and she’s fighting to save more than just her story. She’s fighting to save her heart from the Steel King.

Genevieve Daylee didn’t expect to be standing in front of a judge on her twenty-seventh birthday. But ever since her life became entangled with a former motorcycle gang, she’s learned not to expect anything but trouble. Her mother, a woman she once admired and adored, is gone, leaving behind a trail of secrets and lies. She’s living in a tiny apartment above a garage owned by her brother, a man who loathes her very existence. And the father she met beside her mother’s grave is as much of a stranger as Isaiah Reynolds, the broken man with soulless eyes standing beside her in front of the judge. Isaiah is her protector from the murderer at large in Clifton Forge. Though he’s more like a riven knight in dented armor than a prince on a white stallion. She knows next to nothing about him, other than he works as a mechanic. As of tonight, he’ll be sharing her bathroom. And, according to the judge, Isaiah is now her husband.

The night Luke Rosen met Scarlett Marks was the only time he’s regretted becoming chief of police. One horrific night of blood and death, and now she’s living under his roof—all because he swore an oath to serve and protect. Scarlett is stubborn and infuriating. She has no respect for the order in his structured life, and she never does anything she’s told. Worse, she doesn’t seem to care that the information she has on a motorcycle gang means she might end up dead. But her unwavering strength, her courage and tenacity and beauty, makes it impossible for him to abandon her. If Luke is going to keep her safe, he’ll have to make the hardest decision of his life. He can either honor his values as a cop, knowing Scarlett is unlikely to survive . . . or he can break all the rules and protect the woman who’s invaded his home and his heart.

Leo Winter loves his life. He works when he needs money. He rides when he craves freedom. He frequents the local bar when he wants a good time. The Tin Gypsies might be a memory, but the bachelor life he lived with his motorcycle club still suits him fine. So when a one-night stand surprises him at a family barbecue and claims she’s pregnant with his child, he’s certain he’s died and gone to hell. Cassandra Cline took one night off from her structured life. One. And now her wild fling with the local bad boy has turned her life sideways. Her dreams and academic career are circling the drain, and none of it would have happened if she’d stayed far, far away from Leo. Except avoiding him is impossible, especially when she’s forced to move home to Clifton Forge, Montana. And he refuses to leave her side when a series of strange accidents put her and their baby at risk. But are they accidents? Or is she standing in the middle of a battlefield she doesn’t understand? Her only allies are people she barely knows. And a man who has the potential to steal her heart. If only he’d stop playing the fool.

No promises. No expectations. No names. That’s what Emmett Stone agreed to with the woman who caught his eye two months ago. After years of drama following the end of his motorcycle club, a no-strings fling with a mystery woman is exactly what he needs. Except as they find themselves together more and more, it’s impossible for him to keep his feelings at bay. She’s clever and sassy. She’s gracious and kind. She loves riding on the back of his bike every Saturday afternoon and lazing in his bed every Sunday morning. She’s the perfect woman. Except she’s Nova Talbot, the daughter of his archenemy—the man who murdered his father. Her identity will cost her the man who’s captured her heart unless she can convince Emmett her feelings are true. Before he learns the reason she proposed their fling in the first place.

Dark. Depraved. Deadly. That was the warning that everyone was given about The Hallowed Crows MC. That they were harsh, brutal, and completely unforgiving. And here I am, utterly at their mercy. Again. My dad is dead and now the only people I have left are the boys who ripped out my heart. They loved me, then rejected me. Protected me, then abandoned me. Now they want to control me more than ever before. I thought I’d escaped the black mark placed on my soul, but I was wrong. They might think they own me, but someone else has already claimed me. I’m back, but I wasn’t given much of a choice. It was his cage or their club… Better the devil you know right? But I’m not the same lost little girl they toyed with two years ago. I won’t go down without a fight. Not this time. I’m a Crow and it’s time to call murder. \\\* WARINING. Distrust is book one in a dark reverse harem motorcycle club series. It features themes that some readers may find triggering. Please read the trigger warning before proceeding. """

Death. Distraction. Destruction. That’s all my life consists of now. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, but everything went wrong. I knew the game, the rules, the consequences, yet still I chose to play. And now he's dead. He killed him. I killed him, and nothing will ever be the same again. I thought I could survive, that I could beat him, that I could turn to my best friend and everything would be okay, but I was wrong. Now I have blood on my hands and death in my heart. I thought I had to fight before, that I had to watch my back, but that is nothing compared to now. Any chance of ever getting them on my side again faded the moment that bullet was fired. My saviors My tormentors My salvation. Now nothing but my enemies. I had their love, then their hate, now I have nothing but their rage. It’s said that Crows won’t attack unless you give them a reason. Guess I gave them one.

Deals. Deception. Duplicity. They changed everything. Just when I thought things were going to be okay. I thought my secrets were out and my Crows were finally flocking to my side. But my Master came back and I’m once again crowned in a cage where there is no escape, only pain and punishment. But I've played this game before. It's a game where the master rules and the players perish, only this time I won't go down without a fight. A man in power will never back down, and with me on his arm he thinks his reign is unbeatable. But he doesn't know how strong my arsenal is. I have three men who know the truth now, and they will come for me, but what they don’t know is I’m no longer alone. The Mayor wants me to forever be his perfect little Rose. But he forgot the most important thing about Roses… They have thorns.

Deviance. Disaster. Dethroned. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, we were supposed to be together, and the Mayor was supposed to be dead. I was supposed to be free, not caged again by secrets and murder. He took them from me, ripped us apart once more and poured blood in our seams until we were drowning, but this isn’t like the last time. There will be no submission, or acceptance, only defiancé. I’m not the same girl he once led to his cage, and I will use every lesson he ever taught me to track him down and end him once and for all. Carter Fitzgerald spent two years trying to make me perfect enough to become his wife. A rose fit to be in the hands of the devil himself, but it just so happens I’ve been taught exactly how to love a monster. I will call Murder and my three Crows will flock to my side, and the only blood on our hands will be his. A Queen Crow never goes down without a fight.