Garland St. Germaine had way too much fun celebrating graduation from Dartmouth with her sorority sisters. They had, apparently, managed to singlehandedly revive Dartmouth’s reputation as the rowdy Ivy League institution. As a result, Garland’s father had given her a choice of accompanying him on a three month business trip to Austin, Texas or finding a substitute for the lavish lifestyle her allowance provided. After several tantrums unworthy of a college graduate, she left Park Avenue wearing sunglasses and a huff, and got on the company plane bound for the Yellow Rose Country Club and Resort. She was sure there had to be more to life than an adult version of being grounded. Brant Fornight had made up his mind that he wasn’t interested in the life his dad’s motorcycle club could offer him. He wasn’t overly interested in money, especially not if it came with the risk of a prison sentence. He thought of himself as a simple guy even though he often pondered some of the great philosophical questions while he worked as a mechanic. He liked working with mechanical things and hadn’t needed a formal education to do that. The Sons of Sanctuary had topped off the natural born talent by mentoring and letting him work on their vehicles. After high school, he drifted from one Austin repair shop to the next, accidentally improving his resume with each move that earned a better title and more money. When he was twenty-four, he took a job as Head Mechanic at the Yellow Rose Country Club and Resort. It never occurred to him to wonder if there was more to life.

New Biker Romance series from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Victoria Danann. No cliffhangers. Two brothers, one a player, one a playboy, are on a crash trajectory with destiny and two broken hearts. BONUS PREQUEL INCLUDED: Intro to the Sons of Sanctuary MC. A Season in Gemini Brigid was a graduate student at the University of Texas. She had no trouble getting her thesis approved, but finding a Hill Country motorcycle club willing to give her access to their lifestyle was looking impossible. Then she got a lead. A friend of a friend had a cousin with family ties to The Sons of Sanctuary. Perfect. Or was it? What Brigid wanted was information to prove a proposition. The last thing she had in mind was falling for one of the members of the club. Especially since she was a feminist academic out to prove that motorcycle clubs are organized according to the same structure as primitive tribal society. Brash was standing in line at the H.E.B. Market when his world tipped on its axis. While waiting his turn to check out, his gaze had wandered to the magazine display and settled on the new issue of “NOW”. The image on the cover, although GQ’d up in an insanely urbane way, was… him. After reading the article, Brash threw some stuff in a duffle and left his only home, a room at The Sons of Sanctuary clubhouse, with a vague explanation about needing a couple of days away. He left his truck at the Austin airport and caught a plane for New York, on a mission to find a mysterious guy walking around with his face. SENSITIVITY WARNING: Sometimes this book is profane. Sometimes it's obscene. And sometimes it's both at once.

\\\*Brand takes a job nobody wants to earn the respect of club members. Being third generation SSMC doesn't go very far in biker cred. \\\*Camden Carmichael is running from a psycho ex. Lucky for her that her father has the means to hire Sanctuary Security to protect her until the divorce is finalized. \\\*Two strangers set out on a road trip together. At the end of it, neither will ever be the same again. New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Victoria Danann, adds a sizzling and surprising second book to the SSMC contemporary romance series. \WARNING. Please note this book contains dark material that may be unwelcome by sensitive readers.\ Brandon St. Germaine was at the top of the billionaire playboy heap when he learned about a side of the family that had been kept in secret. He left New York, moved to Texas, and took most of the corporate empire with him. But he worked at restructuring Germane Enterprises by putting trustworthy people in key positions to free up his time so that he could learn about the Texas motorcycle club branch of his family that had formed its own kind of dynasty. His dad, president of the club his grandfather founded, spent three decades converting the club's income sources to legitimate business dealings. One of the biggest earners was the security service. When a ridiculously wealthy, but justifiably scared father hires the SSMC to protect his daughter from the psycho she's divorcing, Brand gets the job. Get it today and find out why people are calling this series fun, priceless, sexy, and heart-throbbing!

• A rainy night, a seedy motel. • Two lonely people out of options. • He had a date with the Reaper. Then he met her. New York Times bestselling author brings her "A game" for Book Three of the Sons of Sanctuary MC.

Win is sexy, smart, loyal and an avid numbers guy. RC is beautiful, feisty and the prez's daughter. Their relationship can only get better after she breaks his nose! New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Victoria Danann, adds a bit of grit to the runaway hit series Sons of Sanctuary. Devils Marker is a tale of romance and suspense loosely based on actual events. A biker who walked away from a SoCal outlaw club came to the SSMC seeking a quieter life as a legit investment strategist. Little did he know he was jumping out of the frying pan into the fire when the club president asked him to fill a marker owed to a Texas Ranger. Win wanted the fast track to respect and a full patch with the SSMC in Austin, but things changed when the daughter of the Marauders' prez caught his eye. Now all he wants is to get out alive with the little blonde firecracker who has a vice grip on his heart with passion pink fingernails.

He's not looking for her kind of trouble at his Roadhouse. But if it comes, he won't run. New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, adds an unlikely romance that leads two lonely people straight into the middle of a stand off between three motorcycle clubs. How we long for a community, extended family, who would put everything on the line at the drop of a hat. For us. CLOVER: How did I end up almost two hundred thousand dollars in debt? It wasn’t as hard as it sounds. I went to Colombia and studied anthropology. The perfect background to get a great job. Right? Okay. It was a stupid choice. As it turns out, one of several. But I was still a teenager when I picked a major. I’ve since learned that brains aren’t fully developed until years later. A lot of good that information does me now. So I ended up answering phones at a third rate magazine. In New Jersey. When a duffel bag full of big bills showed up in my gym locker, I did what anybody with student loans would do. I paid them off. It turns out that the money didn't come from my fairy godmother after all. Some goons stashed it in the wrong locker. For the mob. It probably won't surprise you to learn they want it back. So, again, I did what anybody would do. I ran. All the way to the Texas Hill Country. I mean, they wouldn't follow me there. Right? It's practically the Outback. Right? RAZE: It was Bike Night at my place, which meant it was crowded. But when she came through the door, she stood out like a neon sign. I didn't care that she looked lost or that she had unbelievably suckable curves. And it didn't occur to me to worry when she looked back over her shoulder. Should have, but it didn't. The fact was, I needed help. Marjorie called in with some lame excuse, which meant she was fired. Employees can't bail on Bike Night. It's a cardinal sin. I don't really know what that is 'cause I'm not Catholic, but it's bad. I said, "You got any experience slingin' drinks?" She shook her head. I gave up a disgusted sigh. "You good with people?" She gave me a cute little smirk that's probably served her well up to now and shrugged. I shook my head, knowing I'd be sorry, and handed her an apron. She took it, looked at it like she didn't know what to do with it. After a second of two she raised those big blue eyes to mine and said, "I don't have a place to stay." I looked away so she wouldn't think she had me by the balls and let go with a stream of cuss words in my head. "Do a good job and you can sleep in the studio in the back. For tonight," I said. She gave me a hug like she was grabbing onto a lifesaver and filled my nose with her rainy green apple feminine shampoo smell. 'Course I didn't show it, but that hug knocked me on my ass. She was just some woman coming off the road. I knew this. But there was something... I pushed her away. "Just for tonight." My voice was gruff, sounded harsh. Good. She needed to know my Roadhouse was no plushy crash pad.

Book One. TWO PRINCES Two brothers unknown to each other on a crash course with fate and two broken hearts. Book Two. THE BIKER'S BROTHER Brand takes a job nobody wants to earn a full patch and the respect of club members. It turns out that being third generation biker or billionaire tycoon didn't get him much cred. \WARNING. Please note this book contains dark material that may be disturbing to more sensitive readers.\ Book Three. NOMAD A rainy night, a seedy motel. Two lonely people out of options. He had a date with the Reaper. Then he met her.