Beretta Rose. Assassin. Thief. And simply a bitch to others. No one knows who she is. What she looks like. Whether she is a woman or a man. They know nothing. But when she is on a mission to the Reaper's disciples territory what she doesn't expect is to find herself saving the President's life and being under their protection. Least of all - feelings. Ugh Jax Wylde. Blaze to his brothers and Vice President of the Reaper's disciples doesn't expect to ever be right in the head again after his past experiences. Socializing has become a tough job and club lifestyle wears down on him. But of course no one knows that. What he doesn't expect is his saviour being a woman who makes him want to tear his own hair out. With a head full of red curls and the mouth of a sailor Rose is everything he despises. Yet he can't stay away. Like a moth to a flame. Guys, you're in for a wild ride. Hold on tight to your seats.

Fallen Angels MC #4: Rooster grew up in the club. Like his namesake, he's up early in the morning and early to go to bed. Something in his life, though, has been hidden from him. His biological father is, unknown to Rooster, a wealthy politician. How does he find out, and how does he take it? Vivian, known to bikers as Viper, has worked hard to be independent.She's hired by different clubs, or paid off by the highest bidder to do their dirty work. When she's hired by the Fallen Angels, she meets the exact opposite of her: Rooster. It's not exactly love at first sight.

Lina owns a small clinic in a small, rough town. Everyone in town knows her, mainly because her clinic is the equivalent to a hospital only it is much cheaper and more welcoming. Her town is unwelcoming, with the Russian Mafia, Swedish Biker Club, and Japanese Gang; no one is safe on the streets. The three groups are enemies, blood is shed on a daily basis and the only time everyone is on good terms is when they attend the Gladiators, or, in laymen's terms, the illegal fights that take place in the underground Coliseum. Although haunted by her past, Lina stays positive through all she sees. Can she continue to hold up her facade around the big, buff Swedish Biker and Gladiator, Donovan Ander? Book One of the "Riders of the Southside Banshees" Series Check out Book Two: "The Devil Wears Leather"

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire. Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever? =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done. "Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me... I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed. He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly. I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in. He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."