Usually, watching a notorious biker club mourn the loss of their beloved president would be a dangerous choice. Ten out of ten do not recommend. Unless of course, you're family. I didn't really consider myself part of my father's legacy, until I found out what he left behind in his will. Property, ten acres to be exact, which included the headquarters for his beloved motorcycle club. I had no idea that by accepting the terms of my inheritance it would thrust me into a battle with the new club president. Wesley Ryan was unfathomably handsome, menacing and formidable in every way. But his derision toward me only made me cling that much tighter to my birthright. That is until he decided to play dirty. Wes didn't just taunt me by bringing up our past, he wanted us to go all the way back to where we started. Back to when we were nine and I was just the girl next door who snuck into his treehouse. Back to when he'd fight the boys who made me cry. Back to when he first kissed me and stole my heart. I had to remember Wes wanted to claim my father's property, not me. I walked away once, I just had to prove I was strong enough to do it again.

An Enemies to Lovers Romance They call him the Wolf. His club, his brothers, and even my best friend Callie. I didn’t really care what they called him, not when the only name I had ever called him was, coward. Because three months ago he snuck under my resilient heart, like the thief he is, and stole it. Then he broke it. Going home wasn’t an option, not when I promised Callie I’d stay. She swore I’d eventually feel like I belonged in this small town. The club ensured I had a job, and a place to live which reluctantly earned my loyalty. Until I discovered their little caveat. The apartment technically belonged to the new president. I was welcome to stay…as long as I understood it meant sharing. And my new roommate? The very man who turned avoidance into an Olympic sport.

In a tangled mess of betrayal and chaos, I was moved almost overnight onto rival territory under the protection of the one man I never wanted to be a burden to. Jameson King. In order to keep me safe, he handed me a ring and told me I’d become his wife. It’s a marriage made of convenience, but there’s a thread of truth neither of us want to examine. The past we’re ignoring, the almost we could have had if our lives were different. If I hadn’t chosen wrong. I keep trying to convince myself it doesn’t matter, not when we hold hands, or sleep in the same bed. Because Jameson has always held me at arms length, and my ex is coming for me…we’re just biding our time before this all comes to a messy end. This is where we promise to hold, to honor and cherish…but what are vows made from lies? Jameson will stay long enough to ensure I’m safe, and then he’ll let me go, just like he always did before.

It’s been two years since I was traded to the Stone Riders Motorcycle Club. While it saved my life, I was forced to leave behind the only person that ever mattered to me. Dripping with tattoos, his hair as dark as his soul, the brooding president of the Death Raiders still holds my heart...even if he doesn't seem to know what to do with it. Yet, Silas has watched me from afar for years, always protecting me from a distance, and creating havoc on my tattered emotions. To love, and be loved an arm's length away has been torture…until it seemed we might finally free ourselves of this pain. Unfortunately, whatever we wanted, or could have dreamed of having gets ripped out of reach when old enemies return. While one wants power, the other....only wants me. I’ll grieve the dream of a future with Silas because if there’s one thing I know, it's that there is no world in which he would ever share me with another. If this is to be our end, then I'll say goodbye with ink\-stained arms wrapped around me and death itself still holding my heart.