*******WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL DESCRIPTIONS, MATURE LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE.************* Natalya Grimes life used to be so simple. She would wake up every morning excited for the day ahead. She happily attended college, hoping to achieve her honours degree in Psychology. Socialising with friends and just living life up. Until a mysterious man keeps popping up. A biker known as Flame (a.k.a. Tyler Davidson) belonging to the local biker club Satan's Demons. Every corner she turned, he was there. Every dream she had, he was there. She couldn't escape him. But the question is, does she want to escape him?..

Since high school, Elle has been in a toxic relationship with a psychologically damaging man, who belittles her every move from her weight to her interests. So even when she finally builds up the strength to leave him, his voice stays prominent in her mind. Every waking moment is spent at the gym, dieting and feeling hopeless. Then Mouse appears, teaching a self defence class at her gym. Immediately, his heart is drawn to the gaunt, quiet girl at the back who refuses to make eye contact. But getting Elle to open up and trust him is going to take every ounce of goodness in his heart.

"Are you going to kiss me or are you just gonna stare?" As if he needed the encouragement, he slams his mouth down on mine in a frenzy, his hands moving from the counter to my thighs and pressing himself against me completely. I try and overcome him in the kiss but he wins, his tongue controlling mine in a way I've never experienced before. I'm used to being in charge so it's nice to have someone take control of me for once. He picks me up, his fingertips biting my ass as he carries us back upstairs. He doesn't break the kiss even while moving and I don't find myself worried that he's going to drop me, I've never trusted anyone this much before and it feels good. I pull away from the kiss to start nibbling just below his ear, making his breaths come out sharper as he carries me to the bedroom. We end up in one of my spare rooms instead of my room but I don't even care, I just want him wherever I can get him. He drops me onto the bed with me still latched on his neck as he groans against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I pull his cut off as his hands start creeping under my shirt, brushing against the underside of my breasts while he bites down on my bottom lip. I almost rip his shirt in my desperation to reach his skin and I sigh in relief when my hands touch the warm skin I've been thinking of more than I should've been. He is distracted by my mouth so I take the opportunity to explore the muscle in his chest and out towards his biceps where it curls gorgeously. I can only think about sinking my teeth into it so I pull out of the kiss and start licking across the surface, his hand tightens in my hair as I bite down on his shoulder.

"That's Rubble." I tune back into the conversation, having missed the entire thing, I think introductions were made but I got bored so. "He's the biggest pain in the ass when his best friend isn't here so be warned." Saviour teases and my jaw drops. "Excuse you? I am easily the best person here to hang out with." "Easily the most delusional person to hang out with." Marielle retorts and I gasp dramatically. "I am offended Mari, what have I ever done to deserve such treatment? I am a delight! A pure and utter delight." "You've been playing Tetris for seven hours." Lexie points out and I look at the clock in surprise. "Damn, really? I lost way too much time, hey do you think if I close my eyes I'll just see the bricks?" Juniper laughs at that, along with the others, and it's a welcome sound. A beautiful one, really. "Probably, I'm surprised you haven't gone blind." Cassidy tells me and I shake my head. Me too, Cass, me too.

It's literally four in the morning but Mark said we couldn't go to sleep without watching all three of them and whenever my eyes drooped for more than two seconds, he woke me up again. Leo moves first and I whine as my body is exposed to the freezing cold air. He lifts me gently and I wrap around him like a koala bear, he's warm and the air is cold. "The one on the right is yours, Martha took your bags up for you." Leo holds me effortlessly and carries me all the way to the bedroom, I'm almost lulled to sleep by the slow sway of his body. "Don't you want to put your pyjamas on?" He asks me as I refuse to let go of him when we get to the room. I'm not exactly wearing comfy clothes but I'm so tired. "Floss, you're gonna regret it later." "I know, you're just comfy." I force myself to slide off of him and he kisses my head when I pout at him. I pick up my bag and wander into the bathroom to wash my face and refresh my hair before changing into a pair of leggings and a loose long-sleeve top. I check with Leo if I can come in just in case he's changing before crawling into the warm cotton bed. He drops in next to me with a groan, his back probably hurts from sitting in awkward positions for the last few hours. I curl into his side with my head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me. I could sleep like this more often.

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.

Veronica "Ronnie" Nash never thought that she would turn to her mother's old love when she faced trouble. But, when Ronnie is facing certain danger at the hands of her own father, turning to Mick-the president of Hell's Tribe Motorcycle Club seemed like the only way she could secure her safety. Although Mick was hesitant to help the daughter of his ex-lover, he knew he had to keep the promise he made all those years ago to keep Ronnie safe in Utah. With the help of the rest of the Hell's Tribe and the special interest of the club's VP Cash, Ronnie is able to begin a new life away from her toxic relationship with her father. But when things don't work out with Cash, and Ronnie is forced to remain in Utah and in the grasp of the club, she is hesitant to turn to them when she gets stuck in another sticky situation and instead calls on the newest nomad transfer Tyler Knox. Against his better judgment, Knox comes to Ronnie's rescue and can't seem to rid his mind of her after that. Knox wants nothing more than to have Ronnie under his arm, but after the trouble, he caused at his last charter, he knows the risk of upsetting the men above him. Although that should deter Knox from getting too close to Ronnie, he finds himself travelling on a long and painfully slow ride of trying to decide if Ronnie is worth his patch and potentially his life.

COMPLETE. Sniper, the Sergeant at Arms of the Fallen Angels, didn't have a fun childhood. The black sheep in his family meant he was stared at, glared at, and made fun of. They pushed him away, disapproving of the club from the start, but he had a new family now-one that wouldn't give up on him. Beatrice was raised by her father, a retired military man, grew up learning to shoot guns and throw knives from an early age. Her father raised her to be a tough, fighting machine, but she never got to follow her true passion: math. She'd been made fun of her love of math all her life, and dreamed of finding a career involving it, but was stuck working at her dad's arms store. Beatrice longed for a future that didn't exist, and Sniper longed for her.

After Mackensington (Mac) Hearting gets out of Juvie when she turns eighteen she's thrown into a new life. Living with her mom's Biker boyfriend she tries to keep herself in check for her mom's sake. But that doesn't work out quite that way. With a gang after her head she decides not to go out without a fight. Add that to meeting a hot brooding Biker named Griz and you have a shit filled storm. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Carson (Griz) Hill is the club's Enforcer. Twenty years old he is the last person you want to mess with. After an accident when he was younger he found his way into the club. Then one day a brown haired, grey eyes girl shows up with secrets he can't help but what to know. ------- Strong language ***unedited***