Sophie All I did was try to help my best friend escape her abusive boyfriend. And for that I ended up in a wheelchair. Life's no longer worth living. No man will want me now. Then I find my nightmare is only beginning when Ethan wants me as leverage to get his woman back. I end up under the protection of the Satan's Devils, an outlaw motorcycle club in Arizona. The woman I was would have been in her element among a group of handsome, rugged bikers; the disabled woman I am now feels scared and vulnerable, and soon I find this isn't the safest place to hide. But with a contract out on me, there's nowhere else for me to go. There's one reason for me to stay, the VP of the Satan's Devils who teaches me to feel like a whole woman again. Wraith She doesn't fit into our world. Fuck, even if she wasn't in that damn wheelchair she'd be out of her element. But as soon as I saw her something attracted me to her. From the start I wanted her, but she thinks she's undesirable and is scared of taking a man to her bed as though her disability defines who she is. I'm going to need to teach her she's wrong. But before I can take my chance everything goes to shit. She's under our protection, but we fail to protect her from one of our own.

Drummer As President of the Satan’s Devils MC I can have every and any woman I choose, and do. That’s how I got my name. But I’m happy with the variety, I know I’d never find a woman my equal to be my old lady. Then I meet her, on the road to my compound, standing beside a goddamn Vincent Black Shadow, one of the most iconic bikes of all time. When she tells me she’s Viper’s daughter, I know she has to be lying. There’s no way he’s fathered a child, not one of her age, it’s just not possible. I can’t deny an attraction to her, but if she’s who she says, she’s the one woman I’m unable to have. I can’t go against a brother. Sam Trouble, I’ve found, comes in many forms. Trouble in the shape of the surly president of this MC who just wants me gone. Trouble in that my father denies our relationship, and the trouble that’s followed me the fifteen hundred miles I’ve ridden to come to find my surviving parent. And when my past catches up with me, I need the protection of the MC to keep me safe. I’ve never been a girly girl and not particularly interested in finding a man. But Drummer’s something else, and denying my attraction to him might be my biggest battle of all.

Slick Like the rest of my brothers, I’m devastated when disaster hits the Satan’s Devils MC. Shocked and angry, there couldn’t be a worse time to be contacted by the woman I’d briefly made my old lady, only for her to run the moment things got too tough. She’d left me with no explanation, and in my book that was enough to cut her out for good. When she finds herself in trouble Prez makes me go see her and offer my help. But only on the condition she knows what was once between us will stay dead and buried. There had been no good reason for her to run, had there? Ella I didn’t run from Slick, I ran from his club, only to find the world outside their protection can be just as dangerous. And now, to protect my little sister, I’ve no alternative other than to ask Slick for help. It’s not good timing, the Satan’s Devils have just lost one of their own. I understand why Slick wants to keep his distance, I ‘d hurt him when he’d put everything on the line, acting out of character and claiming me as his old lady. A gesture I’d thrown back in his face. But I’m not the same woman he first met. There are things he doesn’t know.

Dart I laughed when I first saw her auditioning at our strip club. She’s polar opposite to the type of women that attract me. Obeying the hands off rules the club has for the strippers is going to be easy. But when she needs a friend I find I’m there offering my support. But I’m there when she needs someone to lean on, and slowly we build a friendship. Somewhere along the way things start to change and I find that I want her, all of her, the complete package. I didn’t know that I was going to lose her before I could make up my goddamned mind and decide whether I could consider making a commitment. Nor that it would bring down things on my club, the like of which we’ve never had to deal with before. Alex Dart may be straight up sex personified but I am not his type. He goes for statuesque blonds not short, curvy black girls like me so I will settle for what I can get and that’s being his friend. Just when I think there might be more to us than friendship he throws it all away. He’s never going to change, and I’m done being second best and I am done with Dart. NOTE: Targeting Dart is a Dark Romance and contains some themes of violence that some readers might find uncomfortable

Heart Crystal, my wife, old lady and soulmate is dead. There’s no way to survive, nothing for me to live for. All I want to do is to join her. I don’t want to take my own life, but if someone does it for me, so much the better. She shouldn’t have died, she shouldn’t have left me. My love for her fuelling such an uncontrollable rage it won’t be long before I upset the wrong person. I already have, but my club did me no favour, only banishing me, instead of killing me. Now here I am, a solitary biker out on the road with no brothers behind me, my only company the ghost of my old lady. Then the cop starts calling me. And I start to live for those calls. My Prez would kill me if he knew I was talking to the detective, but somehow I can’t stop. Police and outlaw motorcycle clubs cannot, and do not, mix. Marc I rang to update him on the investigation into Crystal’s murder, my only concern to give the biker closure for the death of his wife. I didn’t expect to be talking to someone who was suicidal, nor that I would have to expose the loss in my own life to talk him down from the ledge. I didn’t expect we’d become friends. I’m a cop. The natural enemy of the Satan’s Devils MC. They hated me when I called on them to help Heart, but if I couldn’t involve them, he’d end up dead. If it wasn’t for me, he’d no longer be breathing. But cops and bikers don’t mix. Feelings don’t even come into it. Even our friendship must come to an end. This is a story of the process of grieving with violent and sexy scenes that may be upsetting to some readers, and should therefore not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

Peg I’ve never been one to use the sweet butts like my brothers. I’ve been waiting for someone who’s special, the woman who’ll ride with me through life. I’ve sat back and watched as one by one my brothers are being pulled away from their whoring ways, finding their old ladies and leaving their bachelor life behind with no regrets. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Someone to be mine. I’m thirty-seven years old, the sergeant-at-arms of the Satan’s Devils MC, and I still haven’t found that one woman. The clubhouse is filling with babies, even the prez has a son. Will I ever find what I’m looking for? Somewhere, out there, is there someone for me? Darcy I’ve fought for my place in this world. I’m a firefighter, capable of doing my job just as well as any man. But I’m a woman, and the unexpected violence toward me came as a shock. I acted on my impulse to run. And that’s when Peg came to the rescue and immediately took charge. At first, I didn’t fight the strange attraction between us, but soon I’m forced to make choices. How can I give up the career I’ve worked so hard for, for a man I’ve only just met? Sure, the sex is off the scale, but being with Peg will just cost me so much. As things heat up around the clubhouse, I’ve got some decisions to make. NB. This book contents scenes of violence, abuse and sex and is intended for an over 18 audience only.

Rock Rock I’ve committed the ultimate crime. To repay my gambling debts, I’ve stolen from my MC. Now, I’m out in bad standing. Cast adrift from all men I called Brother, I approach a rival MC. They let me join on the basis I share all the information about my previous club. In other words, they want me to help them take out the Satan’s Devils. What option have I got? I can’t ride alone, and no other club would take me. Having to start from the bottom as a prospect is a shit job, but I’m just grateful they’ve given me a new home. It’s not as if I don’t know what I have to do to get my patch. The Chaos Riders are a completely different type of club to what I’m used to. As I betray the Devils, I slowly learn their secrets. Including what they keep in the cellar. Becca I’m held captive. Kept chained in this filthy place which reeks of blood. I can’t remember the last time I showered or had a change of clothes, and I’m fed only enough to keep me alive. My sentence to remain here for thirty-six months until my husband is released from prison. I’m not going to last. They feed me twice a day and empty my disgusting bucket only once. The same unsympathetic man each time. Until, one morning, a new man appears. Do I read sympathy in his eyes? Will he help me? Or is getting his patch and becoming a member of this hateful motorcycle club more important than helping me?

Shunned. Despised. Disowned by my own blood—my family. I’ve found a new home, a new place in the world, and now I must keep my secret. They can't find out who I once was—who I still am. I can't change, but I can disguise myself to avoid being a social pariah. I WILL hide in plain sight. They WON'T be suspicious. I CAN mask my dark mind and sordid desires… That's until I meet him. Lady’s Man. For the first time I see a person who might be the salvation I have been looking for. Someone who can extinguish the fire of evil that burns inside me, destroying me from the inside out. Will he help me? Or will he bring me down, ensuring I lose everything?

Mouse I rescued Mariana. I wanted her. I couldn’t have her. Mariana doesn’t need a man like me in her life. A man who rides with an MC. When she comes up against her most powerful enemy, Mariana needs someone to help. Why do I feel this draw that it should be me? Why do I care? Why do I feel this overriding need to save her? To sacrifice everything. Even marry her. Mariana I’ve been so careful. Done everything right. Obeyed every law. Given up my chance to be with the one man who intrigued me. Despite everything I do they catch up with me. I’ve no one to call on but the half Navajo who’d come to my rescue. Would, could, he help? The man I only saw once before they put me behind bars.

Blade Being the enforcer for the Satan’s Devils MC is a tough job, but someone’s got to do it. I can’t allow myself to be distracted, can never let the softer side of me out. Having suppressed it so long, I no longer believe I have one. Women are there for one purpose only. Once I’ve relieved my itch, I’ll move on. Can’t afford to let them get close. I learned women can’t be trusted a very long time ago. I’m used to dealing with men, extracting that last piece of information from them, using all the tools at my disposal to get to the truth. After that, I’ll deal the killing blow. I don’t know how to handle a woman who’s keeping secrets from the club. Secrets which I need to know. I can’t hurt her, so I’ll have to use different methods to get to her instead. Tash I became involved with the wrong man. What I know could destroy him, and I fear, bring down the Satan’s Devils too. He’s paying them, after all. So I’ll keep quiet, I won’t tell anyone a thing. I can’t afford to. Who can I trust and depend on? Only myself. When the Satan’s Devils find me, I can’t think it’s going to be good for my health. The enforcer, well, I don’t like him. He’s arrogant, cocky, women are just play things to him. So why is he trying to get close? He wants me to tell him my secrets. How far will he go to ferret them out?

TruckBadly burned and injured, I’ve lost everything. I can’t fight fires anymore, or even ride my bike. I brood, alone, even have thoughts of ending my life. That was when I hit the lowest point and the start of wanting to fight back. I needed someone beside me. I didn’t expect to find a friend in Allie. Was she like the rest of the sweet butts just wanting to become an old lady? Had she sunk her claws into me as she thought I was easy? Was she ignoring my scars just so I’d patch her?Was she encouraging me back to the club for her own interests or for mine?Could I move past the fact all my brothers had known her intimately?AllieI enjoy sex. Not going to apologise for that. But Truck? He was different. It wasn’t just getting off, with him, it had been something else. Something I wanted to explore.Before I’d got my chance he’d gone and never came back. The club wants him to return to them, so I volunteered to try to reach him. My heart shattered when I found him scarred, broken and angry, but I wouldn’t let him push me away. He needed a friend, and I could be that.I can’t hope for anything more. Bikers never fall for sweet butts do they?

Three years ago Heart’s wife, Crystal, died, taking his heart and soul to the grave with her. He thought he couldn’t live without her, he certainly would never replace her. No matter how hard he tried to join her, someone kept him alive. Someone who he managed to find space for alongside Crystal in his heart. He could love her, but he’d never put a ring on her finger. That was reserved for his first love. Marc would be his old lady, but never his wife.