Karli Teller is the country music loving princess of SAMCRO. Growing up in the life, she has seen things that most people only have nightmares about. For that reason, her big brother, Jax, is extremely overprotective of her, even if she is a 31 year old woman who holds a degree in photography, and can hit any target in the bullseye. When she finally gets the chance to go to a concert without having the watchful eye of the club I've her, she vows to make it a memorable night. Will that concert, and the man putting it on, change her life as she knows it?

Reaper hasn't belonged to a chapter of the Broken Demons since his wife was killed 10 years ago. He prefers to live alone on the road travelling to different chapters of the club, never staying too long. However on his latest visit with Killers club in North Carolina mother chapter has he finally found a reason to stay in one place? Evie is the victim of a horrendous crime that has left her terrified of men, but her brother is insisting he takes care of her. Can she learn to live amongst the men of her brothers club? What happens when she catches the eyes of the mysterious nomad? ****Trigger warning. This story contains graphic description of sexual assault.***

In the small town of Hemlock South Dakota, you keep your head down to avoid trouble. Trouble being the MC that calls this town home. They are known for protecting the town, but that doesn't mean they don't have their fun... 17 year old Agnes Sanger is loved by everyone she knows. She is a little ray of sunshine in this isolated town. Her parents are dismissive towards her, but she remains ever positive. Boys at school drool over her, but nobody with half a brain cell would pursue her. This being because ever since she was five, she became unofficial club property. Killian Costello grew up in the Hellhound's MC. Being son of the club's enforcer made people naturally avoid him whenever possible. He didn't ever mind much though. He never was a talker. He had his brothers in the club , and, of course, Agnes. Friends since kindergarten, Killian and Agnes have been inseparable. It was common knowledge that if you messed with Agnes, you'd have the Hellhounds on your ass in mere minutes. And nobody wanted to mess with them. So what will happen when a rival MC starts to cause trouble where they shouldn't?

Sons of Mayhem Motorcycle Romance Good girl college junior Nicole is bored. Bored of her boyfriend, bored of frat parties, bored of college life and bored of studying. When a chance to party with biker gang, the Sons of Mayhem, comes up she jumps at it. Nicole is thrilled to meet the charming but dangerous Vice President of the club, Jase. But when she realizes that the biker lifestyle is rougher than a good college girl like her could ever have imagined she begins to question what she’s getting herself into. Feel the thrill of the ride with Nicole and the Sons of Mayhem.

For ten years Cody has been on his own after his parents kicked him out at the age of seventeen. He's never mustered the balls to reconnect with his family, but in his life he has other priorities. He has to focus on surviving and making a better life for not just himself but those he loves. When fate steps in, will it be the reunion he was expecting or one he wished never happened?

I find Riley leant against the driver's side door of her car with a cigarette in her mouth. I step up closer to her, not even giving a shit that we haven't had an actual conversation. I take the cigarette for myself and she allows me to, her eyes gliding over me lustfully. Okay, as I said, I can find no faults with doing this. As I smoke the cigarette, her hands reach out to touch my chest, her pointer finger dragging down to rest against my belt. She latches onto it and yanks me closer to her, my entire body crushing her to the car. She then gets into her car and fucks off, after giving me the look. We get to her apartment in less than ten minutes and it's my turn to slam her against the wall outside her door. I smash my lips down on hers and she curves into me, immediately opening her mouth and diving her tongue into mine.

"Hey B..." I start and he hums in reply, just staring at me with adoration and I find the courage in myself to finish my sentence. "Can you do something for me?" "Anything." He promises, without even knowing what I'm going to ask of him. Jesus, this man is literally going to be the death of me. If so, it'll be a good death indeed. "Kiss me." He doesn't need any more prompting than that. Within milliseconds, his lips are pressed against mine in a gentle caress. His hands move to cup my neck while mine tighten on his shirt, trying to anchor myself as he kisses me slowly and languidly. I could definitely die happy now. His lips are like soft velvet and his hands are coarse from riding but they hold me like I'm the most important thing in the world. He tastes like coffee and smells like wood smoke, a heady combination that has me weak in the knees.

I know he's followed me when the door shuts and locks behind me. His breath is on my ear before I can even think about anything and I relax against him as his teeth nip at the lobe. He reaches around me to start the shower and starts undoing my belt without even looking at what he's doing. He's leaving hickeys up my neck and almost rips my shirt in an effort to get it off me. I spin around once it's off and smirk at the lust in his eyes. I push him back against the door and press close enough to him to feel everything, every breath and every rumble of his chest as he hums in approval. "Are you going to keep teasing me, mi vida?" (my life) I shiver at his tone and lean forward, close enough for our lips to brush. "This is not teasing, love." My hand drifts up his torso to wrap around his neck and I turn his head to return the favour, leaving red hickeys and bite marks as he grinds against me. The room starts to steam up as the water reaches the right temperature and I tug his shirt off and yank my belt off along with my jeans and boxers. I back up into the shower and his eyes trail me heatedly, I can almost feel his look on me and I savour the feeling as I step under the water and slick my hair back. He removes the last of his clothes and drifts over to me, his eyes not leaving mine for a second. He reaches for me and slams his lips down on mine viciously, his teeth nipping and pulling while his tongue soothes the pain. He pulls my hair back to release himself from the kiss and starts kissing down the column of my neck to my collarbone where he leaves another mark. His grip is tight enough to leave bruises and I relish in the pleasure pain he gives me as he completely numbs my senses to everything but him.

He brings me closer and presses me against the island. I can feel every part of him against me, his warm skin brushes on mine and his nose rests against mine. "I really want to kiss you." He mumbles almost absentmindedly as he strokes the back of his hand down my face reverently. He goes to pull away but I grab him by the back of the neck. I've been waiting too damn long for this. His lips encompass mine and they're sweet and taste of tequila. He's warm and smells of mint, his hands are soft and squeezing my waist hard as I lean up to taste him more. This is a dream; this has to be a dream. His arms band around my waist as he lifts me onto the island, parting my legs to stand between them. His erection presses into my core and I shiver, opening my mouth to let his tongue mingle with mine.

I didn't mean to let jealousy take over, honest, but Lexie egged me on and I just thought, fuck it. I was certainly rewarded for my efforts with a kiss that weakened my knees and fired me up in a way I've never experienced. I was close to giving all the bikers a good show on this bar but he pulled away before I could commit to my dirty fantasies. His words settle my nerves but tighten my thighs and stomach, his dominance proven in his demands and the kisses he gives me. He takes complete control and I let him. I haven't had many sexual relationships but in all of them I control the situation, socially and sexually. With Roman I'm willing to succumb to his orders because I know I can trust him. "Are you staying at mine tonight?" I ask about twenty minutes after our make out session concluded, after which I just sat on his lap and we flirted playfully. "Is that an invitation?" He tickles my side and I squeal slightly, smacking his hand away. "Take it as you please." "I'm gonna take it how I please." He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against it causing a shiver to rush through my body. My stomach and thighs tighten again and I'm very willing to take him up on the offer.