Alec “The Animal” Walker My best friend and I were inseparable as kids. That childhood bond turned to puppy love, and then pure, burning lust. We were biker brats, teenage misfits who only had eyes and hands for each other. But all that changed when our club found out her dad was a rat—an FBI informant trying to take down our empire. He betrayed his club. He betrayed his brothers. He betrayed her. He betrayed us. To tarnish the brotherhood legacy with such disloyalty and dishonor comes with swift retribution. Now, I’m forced to make a choice: my girl or my club. This will destroy her. Destroy us. In order to earn my patch, I have to take a traitor’s life—his. A dark, delicious, thrill ride, sure to have you turning the pages, desperate to see how it all ends.

Gabe “The Raging Beast” Cohen. Death. Blood. Pain. In all wars, there are casualties. I just didn’t think they would be ours. The memory, guilt of everything that’s gone down over the last few months, has rooted itself deep inside me, tearing open old wounds. I’ve spent my life in a constant state between agony and rage since I lost my wife. And now, I’m seeing her ghost everywhere I look. But what if she isn’t a ghost? What if it was all a lie? I’ve been lost to the darkness before, and my brothers pulled me out. I don’t think there’s an out this time. I’m becoming the darkness. To seek out the truth, I must first uncover the lie. Death leaves an echo. Blood. A scent. Pain. Pain has left an insatiable RAGE. This is book #2 in KER DUKEY'S Royal Bastard MC Series. (Part of the Royal Bastard MC World.) A dark, delicious, thrill ride, sure to have you turning the pages, desperate to see how it all ends.

Ezekiel “Carnage Creator” Ford. Brother of the Royal Bastards MC. Brutality incarnate. A lone wolf. The one they call in from the dark when they need shit done—and there’s no one better for the job than me. I have a tainted soul, oil black, and hungry for bloodshed. The world is a cesspit. I give zero fucks about it, and it gives zero fucks about me, so when some mafia prick with a vendetta toward our club tries to torture me for sport, the last person I expect to come to my rescue is a small female with a sassy attitude and a death wish. She’s a complication, burrowing her claws deep into the layers of my fucked-up psyche. Part of me wants to keep her there, drench her in the very essence of who I am until she’s nothing but a weeping mess, craving the relief only I can give her. She’s bringing my walls down, showing me maybe there’s some good in the world after all. Until my brothers find us and it’s not me they’ve come for—it’s her. She’s not who she’s been pretending to be. She’s the devil dressed in the tight-ass skin of a bitch I’ve become addicted to. I don’t care who has to bleed for me to keep feeding the habit: My brother. Our enemies. Her. If she’s not in my bed and on the back of my bike, she’s not going to be on anyone’s.

My brother once told me, it’s not murder if your hand is forced. But he doesn’t know the secrets I keep. I wasn’t always like this. Angry. Rebellious. A killer. The world I was born into made me this way, pushed me to become what I am. Killers aren’t born, they're made. And do you want to know one of my secrets? I like it. The kill. The violence. The vengeance. It excites me. Empowers me. Feeds me. Now I’ve earned my place with the Royal Bastards MC, I hope they’re prepared for the chaos I bring. It’s time to raise a little HAVOC. This title is a NOVELLA