Fender… One night. That’s all it takes for a person’s life to forever be changed. One chaotic, unexpected, inevitable night and hundreds of bullets, two of them hitting my parents. I was born to be a Soulless King, born with sworn enemies and a loyal streak. Like a phoenix, I rise from the ash and vow to bring hell upon those responsible. The problem with my vow is I’m not sure who is to blame. They tell me it’s the temptress with emerald eyes, the one who used to share my bed. How can I be sure since she left without giving me the chance to find out the truth? Now that she’s back, she won’t get away before I ask my questions. But what if I don’t like the answers? Charlie: As the princess of the Black Savages, I was raised to believe one thing: my club is my family, no matter what. But when they are responsible for shattering the life I created, I do the only thing I can. I run. The thing about running is I can’t do it forever. Life, past transgressions, tragedy… they hunt me down and drag me back, shoving me into the deep end of fate. And fate is a fickle bitch. What if my fate is with him, the president of the Black Savages’ sworn enemy? \Fender contains subject matter that some may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.\

Joker… Skeletons and secrets. We all have them. They weigh on our souls, even when we try to fool ourselves and pretend they don’t. Since I was a kid I’ve carried a secret that haunts me, casting shadows of doubt over every relationship I have. I know the signs of someone hiding the truth, because I do it every day. And the sexy little vixen who walked into our Soulless Kings MC definitely isn’t telling us everything. Despite my growing attraction, I’ll die before I let her problems harm my family. The second she brings any trouble down on the club, the biggest problem she’ll have to face... is me. Riley… Dodge and weave. As a boxer, that’s what I’m good at. Now, it might be what’s keeping me alive. Someone is after me, threatening the lives of those I love. To protect my friends, I ran... straight into yet another problem. The MC seems a perfect place to hide, surrounded by renegade bikers. While Joker, the Sergeant at Arms of the club, is sinfully sexy, I can tell he’s suspicious of every move I make. His distrust is palpable, and I fear the very worst if he learns I lied. Yet, when the danger stalking me closes in, I have no choice but to expose my skeletons… and see where they fall.