Valentina has her life together. A nurse now, five years strong, she's doing more than well for herself. But when her abusive father comes back to town to drag her back to Honduras, Valentina goes to her brother for help. Only to find him involved in a motorcycle gang side-by-side with an enforcer named Butcher. And yes, he'll help protect her from her father...but in return she's the gang's new medic.

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 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.

Venom is a single dad and the VP of the Toxic Smoke MC. When his Old Lady and wife of five years walked out on him and his daughters, he hardened towards everyone except his girls. He would kill anyone who even looked at his daughters wrong. When Stella and her boys move to town, is it a chance encounter or is it fate that their paths crossed?

Biker Romance: Cynthia "Cyn" Palmer had been hanging around the Wind Riders MC for several weeks before Gypsy walked through the door. Where he had been, and what he had been doing he didn't say. She didn't really care either. She was a big girl, she could take care of herself -- as many belligerent overbearing men found. Gypsy was a true man, however, not a poser still needing to prove himself. A man like him, she could take at face value. Just as they started to get hot and close, Cyn began hearing all kinds of unflattering claims about her lover. What really shook her was Daphne, her best friend, who had nothing good to say about him. He was said to be a traitor, that he rarely flew colors, and he was selling the club out. Gypsy didn't help much either. He refused to engage with the loudest of his accusers and rarely bothered to explain anything to them. He told her, in infuriatingly simple terms, that he was on club business, that he couldn't discuss it, and the accusations were false -- with nothing to back those claims up except the gut feeling she had -- the same one she had always felt -- that he was a true man and probably wouldn't explain himself even if he could. His orders from the club's president, Knight was a convenience. And then, things got really messy -- and then they got bloody. Copyright © 2016 Glenn Hefley All Rights Reserved This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons or places is purely coincidental. Recommended reading age: 18+ Keywords: Erotica, Crime, Romance, Thriller, Motorcycle Club, MC Romance This publication contains adult situations, violence, graphic sexual encounters, sexual relationships, some lesbian encounters, and emotional situations which may produce uneasy feelings in some readers.

MC Romance Novel Tanner is on the run. The man she is running from is a dirty Narcotics Detective in Houston, and she knows far too much to let live. The idea that she took $50k was an incentive to find her as well, but if she couldn't stay where he told her to stay and do what he told her to do, then she had to be put down. They never lasted more than a few years, but he was sure he had at least one more year left in Tanner. Trying to go where he wouldn't suspect, and not leave a trail, Tanner found herself in a Bar and Grill called the Log Cabin in North Huston, which the Night Wolves MC called home. There she met Erik, a man who hated bullies and was raised by a mother who was on the run most of her life with him and his sister. He knew the signs as soon as he saw Tanner. A place to stay and some friends around was more than she could ask for but far less than what she needed. Detective Tomas wasn't playing a game, and before she realized it, she put the Night Wolves inside the crosshairs of some of the meanest, deadliest people in the Huston area. Why Erik is still calm and smiling she can't guess. Copyright © 2016 Glenn Hefley All Rights Reserved This work remains protected by copyright. It may not be reproduced or copied in any form, entirely or in part, without the express written permission of the author. This also covers the translation of any or all material into other languages as well as its use in electronic retrieval systems. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons or places is purely coincidental. Recommended reading age: 18+ Keywords: Erotica, Crime, Romance, Thriller, Motorcycle Club, MC Romance, Suspense This publication contains adult situations, violence, graphic sexual encounters, sexual relationships and emotional situations which may produce uneasy feelings in some readers.