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Wherever I went, I heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind me. They never bothered me or said a word. But I knew they were there because of him - Devlin McRae, the head of the local MC. Being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would I do if Devlin ever caught me?

When my career as a dancer is sidelined due to an injury, I have no idea what to do with my life. My best friend, Kaylie, is dating the head of the Devil's Riders, so I tag along when she hangs out at the club. That's when I see him. The one they call the Viking. He never says a word, but his eyes burn into me. He watches out for me, even kisses me, but that's it. The man refuses to take the next step. I know he wants me. I just need to tip the big guy over the edge.

I’ve avoided getting tied down my whole damn life. Then temptation moves in next door. Turns out, I don’t mind being leashed when she’s holding the rope. I’m second in command of the Untouchables MC. I don’t do complications. When our rival club ends up leaderless and starts causing trouble, I’m forced to step in. I never wanted to be club president. I never wanted to settle down. But the cute little nursing student next door is irresistible. Wifey material, plain and simple. If I were smarter, I’d run like hell. Notice I never said I was smart. She might fear me, but there's ...

Everyone thought I was next in line to lead the Untouchables MC. That is, until a tragic accident takes my heart out of the game. I decided life was simpler on my own. Well, other than the strays I take in. I have a scruffy dog and two cats. I even had a teenage runaway under my roof before she up and married an FBI agent. But that's another story. Now I'm all alone, running the biker bar I own and love. Hell, if the Mason Jar was a person, I'd marry it. When the gorgeous girl walks into my bar looking for a job, I'm inclined to say no. Not because I don't want her around. Because I do.

I'm one of the Sons of Satan, part of an inner circle we call The Devil's Riders. I was just a prospect when I first saw her. Becky Townsdale, the curvy girl who worked at Mae's diner. She's so pretty it hurts to look at her. I waited to make a move until I was officially a Devil's Rider. And then, the night of the club Prez's wedding, I made her mine. Devlin and Kaylie might have gotten married that night, but we're the ones who made a baby. I just didn't know it yet.

I inherited my boss's ranch, and his niece comes with the territory. James From the moment I saw her, Kate got under my skin. She's feisty, pretty, and her body is hotter than the fireworks in July. But I find out her late uncle Hank left his ranch to both of us. There's just one catch: we both have to live at Hank's homestead for at least six months to get our share of the inheritance. After that, half of Hank's ranch is mine. I soon find out that the two of us under one roof isn't just hot, it's combustible. I'll have a hard time keeping my hands off her, but come hell or high water, I ...

They call me Lucky. I'm one of the Devil's Riders, the inner circle of the biggest MC in Southern California. I'm just back from my final deployment. I paid my dues, and now I just want to enjoy myself. That means fast bikes, stiff drinks, and easy women. As many as I can get. At least that's what I thought I wanted. Until I see her. Working the tables at an underground gambling den run by the local mafia, Kirsten is like a beautiful rose blooming in a pile of garbage.

I'm a special agent on the hunt to find my partner's killer. She's just a girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I can't bend the rules, even if I know she's innocent. Casey Jones is a natural beauty with curves that won't quit. With her big doe eyes and long legs, she's pure temptation. She's barely old enough to be working in a place that serves alcohol, but I can't stop myself from wanting to make her a woman. My woman. She's in the middle of something bad and too stubborn to see that. All I want to do is protect her.

I own her. I want her. But I am trying to be honorable. Her father owes us money. A great deal of money. Normally, we would break his legs, or worse. But we’ve known the old man since we were children. So, I take her. She will work in my house. Serve me. But her big eyes pierce the stone around my heart. And her curves tempt me beyond all reason. I cannot touch her. But I am not a man who is used to holding himself back. So, I don’t. And when an enemy within our ranks takes her to provoke a reaction, they do not anticipate hell raining down upon them. I am known for being ruthless and ...

Dirty mind. Filthy mouth. Pure heart. I’m a man of the cloth. But in my case, the cloth is leather. I’m wild and free, but one look at her and I’m begging to be tied down. I belong to the Untouchables MC, but I provide spiritual guidance for clubs up and down the West Coast. Biker weddings, funerals, and everything in between. I get paid in cash, tequila, and favors. I’m living the good life until an old friend from my days at the seminary calls in a favor I can’t refuse. I trade in my morning tequila for coffee and office hours. I do my best to behave around her, but the ...

Women fall into my lap. Until an innocent beauty crosses my path and wants nothing to do with me. I'm one of the Devil's Riders, the inner circle of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in California. My brothers and I live on the edge of society, and we like it just fine. I'm swimming in easy women, but I'm easily bored. Then one day, I see her: Molly McRae. She's easy on the eyes and sweet as pie. All I want to do is take a bite.

I’m meant to be alone. I haven’t so much as looked at a woman in years. But one minute alone with her and I’m a wild man. I’m a former marine who rules The Untouchables’ MC with an iron fist. I never lose control. But when I see Kelly at the wedding of one of our own, I can’t get my mind off her. I’m no good for a nice girl like her, but that’s not going to stop me from hunting her down. When her brother gets in the way, I don’t ease up. Not until a killer starts targeting my crew. Our women too. That’s when I make the hardest call I’ve ever made in my life. I leave ...

I like to ride. Motorcycles, horses, and women. I’m only loyal to my horse and my club. Until she shows up, all grown up and needing my help. She was too young the last time I saw her, always underfoot at the stables where I kept my horse. Now it’s years later, and she’s using her newfound curves to tempt me to cross a line. Lord help us both if I ever do. She’s too sweet and innocent for a guy like me, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t seem to stay away. For the first time in my life, I want something more than a one-night stand. I know I have to wait to claim her, but for how ...

I’m the head of the Hell Raisers MC. I have a code of honor, even if I keep it hidden. So when I see some of my guys roughing up a runaway, I step in. I just don’t expect to want her for myself. People think I’m crazy. They’re right. They just don’t know why. Nobody knows the truth about me, but she sees right through me with her big blue eyes. I’m reckless and wild. But when I see her, I want something different. For the first time in nearly a decade, I start thinking about what happens after. After I catch my brother’s killer. She doesn’t seem to care that I’m a ...

I’ve been on the run for years. I never had a reason to take a stand. Not until I met her. She’s in trouble when I first meet her. A damsel in distress. I can’t stop myself from rescuing her, and I lose my heart in the process. I find out everything I can about the girl. She’s a survivor. A warrior. Raising five siblings on her own, kicking butt, and looking great doing so. I set a plan in motion to make her mine. But when she finds out the truth about who I am and where I came from, the house of cards I built falls to pieces. I’m going to have to come clean and clear my name once...

She’s a good girl with unstoppable curves. I never had any interest in good. Not until the moment I saw her. I’m a loudmouth. A player. A joker. But when I meet Sunshine, I can’t help myself from trying to be a better man. She’s in danger. When I try to protect her, she pushes me away. Can I convince the independent, sassy as all get out, girl of my dreams to let me take charge? The epic Devil’s Riders saga continues with Drake’s chance at love. As always, HEA are guaranteed!

I left behind my life to start over. My successful career as a country music singer, friends and family, everything. All to get away from my abusive, obsessive ex. So what if I'm lonely? So what if I miss singing and sequins? I'm safe, and that's what matters. But the big biker with the blue eyes has other ideas. He makes me laugh and breathless all at the same time. He makes me want more. But it's not safe. Not for either one of us.

My name is Maccabe Donahue, but everyone calls me Mac. Just out of the Navy and current Devil's Rider, the inner circle of the Sons of Satan motorcycle club, I'm known for keeping a cool head. But all that changes when I take the job of managing the build of a new development outside of town. A development that is right next door to a tiny cottage, formerly in the middle of nowhere. That's where Suzanna comes in. The woman is going to drive me insane.

I’m being paid to track her. She’s the daughter of the head of the Aslanov crime family. Off limits. But I quickly become obsessed with the runaway beauty. Her father is the head of one of the biggest Russian crime syndicates in the world. Rich and ruthless. She’s the innocent girl raised in a convent who ran away when she saw the reality of her family’s business. She is alone in the world, without the skills or means to protect herself. From the first moment I see her, I want to save her. I want to be the one to protect her. I will go up against the entire Russian mafia to keep her...

I don't believe in fairytales. But I will do anything to sweep this girl off her feet. I'm kind of a big deal. As in, everyone on the planet knows who I am, and they have since I was fifteen. You'd think that doing whatever I want, not to mention the constant stream of women, would be pretty fun. And they were. For a while. But now I've seen it all - and it's enough to make a man pretty jaded. When there's a human stampede outside my concert, I jump out of my car to help. That's before I see the girl who nearly got trampled - the tiny, young, adorable superfan. So I invite her backstage... ...