WARNING: This book will make you feel things! Fall in love with Tuesday and Colt...and with the Masters M.C. Embark on a journey that begins with a dusty pair of boots and a near collision on the side of a foggy, country road. Meet a different kind of American motorcycle club-part outlaw, part BDSM Master, all code and heart. Tuesday has been running on empty for years, that changes when she almost literally collides with Colt, the president of THE MASTERS M.C. A born outlaw, Colt has created something new, and Tuesday finds herself wondering if the sexy, tattooed biker is a sinner, or saint, as she rides on the back of his Harley, into a world she could never imagine. Running from a past she didn't want, one she didn't dare know, and fearing for her life. She learns NOT ALL FAMILY IS BLOOD related, and some of the deepest roots are forged in LEATHER, INK & CHROME. When a suit wearing PSYCHOPATH from the past comes to claim her, she glimpses first-hand the protection her new, leather-clad family has to offer. WITNESS... The initial buds form on the family tree, and the brutal, suspenseful ride toward the birth of a new breed of biker. FEEL... As the first seeds are sown to grow the sassy, would-be debutante, into the slave Colt knows will make the bloodshed worthwhile. LEARN... Along with Tuesday, what both lifestyles are really about, on her journey to becoming...PROPERTY OF

WARNING POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AHEAD: This book contains graphic depictions of violence including domestic violence, childhood abuse, graphic and brutal murder, and the point of view of a rape victim. There are also realistic representations of Sadism and Masochism that include knife play and the mental aspects of a relationship between a true Sadist and a true Masochist. This is a dark read with a lot of emotional content, and a HEA. Kash & Barely: Two people, lost pieces of the others dark and twisted puzzle, find that a match made in Hell can sometimes be the perfect fit. Some love is just totally twisted and beautifully insane. Kash is a sadist and the first sergeant at arms for the Masters M.C, but he wasn’t always a BDSM Master. Raised in a 1% club, Kash took what he wanted until the night he took too much. He’d have to learn to harness the violent beast within or suffer the consequences. Now, he’s on a quest to find the missing piece to his own dark puzzle so his beast can be fed. Barely is a masochist, only she doesn’t know it yet. After being rescued from a world locked in pain, she finds herself locked within the compound of the Masters M.C. The world behind the large gates is a grotesque picture in her mind, one of dominance and submission she can’t understand. She’s always protected her sister from their father and his club, the Satan’s Scavengers, but how will she protect her from this, especially when she’s too busy trying to protect her own shattered heart from resident sadist,Kash? Kash introduces Barely to who she is at her core and can finally let his beast out of the cage. Every piece she has to offer, and the ones she tries to hide in the darkest recesses of her mind are what he wants. All the voodoo in the world can’t stop him from having his way. Twisting the pieces until they fit will mean death, bloodshed, and a strong unwavering hand. It’ll also take just a little dash of voodoo. To ever become whole, they will have to put their broken pieces where they were destined to be—in the darkness—together. To do this Kash will have to convince Barely to stop fighting the battle of her life—the war she wages inside herself.

Dark MC romance (not classic romance) What would it take to push good men to the breaking point? What would justify going back to a world they’d worked so hard to leave? Their club, their heart, and their code have been crushed—there is nothing left to lose. They said it’d be a cold day in Hell before they ever went back to the 1% world. Hell. Just. Froze. Over. Colt Daniels and Kash Kendrick spilled a lot of blood to leave the 1% life they were raised in. It was a fair trade off—many Satan’s Scavengers’ lives for one precious, innocent life. Beyond the trail of blood was the brand new world they created. It was filled with motorcycles, brotherhood, and BDSM. The Masters, with their ol’ ladies—slaves—lived a life on the right side of the law. They lived by a code they took seriously—the Master must be in control of himself before he can control another. It worked, until two sounds—Boom! Boom!—destroyed all they’d worked to make. Two of them are dead. Two are fighting for their lives, and an out of control need for bloody retribution has taken over the code. It’s taken over the club. A decades old feud that began in Vietnam has caused the fathers' sins to be visited on their sons and daughters . Colt’s original club, the Malevolent M.C., and Kash’s club, the Vagabond Vipers, have been at war with the club of a man who should’ve been left rotting in the jungle. Crow Thibodeaux and his club, the Satan’s Scavengers. After Crow’s suspicious death his former stepson Ditch has carried on his legacy, and the bad blood is running deeper than ever before. They brought the war to the Masters’ doorstep. With no other option on the table and nothing but vengeance in their hearts—Colt and Kash are driven home to their 1% roots. Being a good man is a hard task. The Satan’s Scavengers called out the villains—Colt and Kash can do that in their sleep. Who will be left at their sides when the blood begins to pour? Will any of the Masters M.C. remain, or will it be Colt, Kash, and Malevolent first sergeant at arms, Sundown Blackfoot left to do battle? When all is said and done what will be left of the men they’d worked so hard to become? Sometimes the only way to know is to just say F\*@k The World and let the bodies fall where they may.

They ripped scabs off the wounds of a lifelong war and the wheels are rollin’ to finish it once and for all. Sure, we got a little taste of blood from the Satan’s Scavenger scum—it’s not enough. I’m craving more. She’s still helpless in that hospital bed because of them. Her face, voice, and the way those beautiful lips move when she tells me she loves me—that’s what’s pushin’ me. Hope and prayers from a soulless bastard like me were gettin’ us nowhere. I’m hell bent on doin’ things I never thought I would again. Revenge isn’t enough. Justice will never be achieved. The only thing that can come close is the annihilation of the Satan’s Scavengers. We won’t stop until every last one of them has paid the debts with their lives. We’re takin’ them—one body, one patch, and one agonizing death at a time. Even then, the wounds won’t heal the scars will never fade. She’ll never be the same. When she's finally back with me I hope to find the balance—between our love, my fierce need to protect her, and the bottle that’s helpin’ me through it all. I've gone back to the man I used to be. Will she still want me when she knows what I’m capable of? It’s all been for her. This time two other clubs are standin’ united with us—The Royal Bastards and the Vagabond Vipers. That says a lot about our shared enemy. We're also doin' the unthinkable—lettin' the ladies get involved in club business. This whole thing goes way beyond that—it's a bond so deep that its blood pumps in all of us. All of us will get a piece. With every crack of the throttle we’re gettin’ closer to the goal. Did they really think we'd just roll over and take it? G' head—let's play a game of hide and go fu@k yourself. I guarantee we'll win.