I stole from the Twisted Kings, and now I’m at the mercy of Jameson Steel. It’s not like I planned any of this... The same way I didn’t plan on being the only parent to my four-year-old brother. But one night, everything went sideways, and now Jameson is my only chance at getting out of this mess. He doesn’t trust me, but he needs me to get back at the man who sent me to his clubhouse. His protection for my cooperation. As long as my brother is safe, it’s a deal I can’t refuse. But living with the enemy is dangerous. Jameson’s vengeance is prolific. He only cares about revenge, and he’s not interested in the pre-built family I come with. The Twisted Kings are his life. Nothing comes before his club or the president patch on his chest—especially not us. Or so I thought…

Ghost lied to his club to protect me, putting a target on both our backs. Trouble is… I didn’t know I needed saving. Or that I was still being haunted by my past. Now my loyalty to the Twisted Kings is in question, and the only man who can protect me is a tall, tattooed biker with a taste for revenge and a vow of abstinence. Ghost is haunted. He’s reclusive. He ignores me at every turn, and I’m certain I mean nothing to him. Until I discover Ghost has been watching more than surveillance through the clubhouse cameras. He sees everything. And I’m his favorite subject. Author's Note: Ghost is a dark MC romance with a morally grey hero, heavy subject matter, mature content, and explicit scenes. Content/TWs (which contain spoilers) can be found on author's website. 18+ Standalone with HEA guaranteed

Nothing is more important to Jesse King than his club and his daughter. He’s a biker to the core. Gorgeous and lethal. Trouble at its finest. And I’m his daughter’s new nanny… It's my job to take care of the one person in his life who comes before his patch. If only Jesse wasn't making it so difficult. He’s resistant. Infuriating. He doesn’t trust anyone except for his brothers, and he fights me at every turn. But when bickering turns into him claiming me in the back of his truck, we start a scorching game of emotional roulette neither of us is ready for. I thought nothing was more terrifying than the past I'm running from. Until I handed my heart to a biker and asked him not to break it.