When a girl with sugar on her lips and obedience in her bones catches the eye of a Nomad, she doesn't flinch. She freezes. Still. Quiet. Waiting for permission to breathe. She's not broken. She's not pretending. She was built for structure. Raised in silence. And when the wrong man stalks her routine, it's not the club that protects her first- It's Chains. Chains doesn't touch what isn't his. Doesn't lose control. As Vice President of the Nomads, he's the one who keeps the fire clean, the brotherhood sharp. But the baker doesn't run from his silence. She submits to it. She kneels. She obeys. And the more he watches her hold still, the more he wants to see her unravel-for him. But danger doesn't ask for consent. And the man watching her wants more than power. He wants to cleanse what Chains already claimed. In a world ruled by dominance, fire, and blood- sometimes the most dangerous thing isn't the monster at the door... It's the girl who whispers sir when she's shaking.

She doesn't run. She walks into Ash Flats with bare feet, a fever, and eyes too quiet for a world built on fire. She hums instead of screams. Waits instead of begs. And when she flinches, it's not because she's weak-it's because she remembers exactly what silence cost her. Shotgun isn't gentle. He's loud. Wild. Burned-out and barely standing. As Road Captain, he's the one who maps the chaos and survives the fallout. But when he sees her? He stops moving. And that's what terrifies him most. She's soft where he breaks. Still where he spirals. And every time she looks at him like he's something safe-he wants to hold her so tight the world can't touch her again. But obsession doesn't come without fire. And the man hunting her has waited too long to give her up quietly. In a world where control is survival and innocence is a loaded gun- Sometimes the most dangerous thing isn't the war they're running from... It's the girl who stays. And the man who never lets go.

When a girl with fire in her veins storms into Ash Flats, she doesn't come to beg. She comes barefoot, bleeding, and furious - with a photo of her sister's attacker and a demand for blood. But when her rage collides with the silence of the Men of Iron, she becomes more than grief with a voice. She becomes the spark none of them can contain. Knuckles doesn't waste words. Doesn't bend. Doesn't break. As the Forge Master, he's the one who turns fire into steel - the hammer that tempers, the iron that endures. But the girl isn't afraid of his silence. She's afraid of what happens when he looks at her like he's already claimed her. She burns in fury. He waits in silence. And the more they fight to stay apart, the more they ignite something neither can control. But grief doesn't fade quietly. And the enemy hunting her doesn't care if she's branded or bound. In a world built on blood, fire, and ghosts - sometimes the most dangerous thing isn't the war outside the gates... It's the girl who dares the Forge Master to burn.

When a girl with a gun and a binder walks into Raven's Ridge, she doesn't come to play. She comes with algorithms, a muffin tray, and a mind sharp enough to dissect a man without ever lifting a blade. But when her silence draws the attention of the Men of Iron, she becomes more than a statistic - she becomes a variable no one can control. Grinder doesn't talk about the past. Doesn't flinch. Doesn't fail. As the club's enforcer, he's the one they send when silence needs teeth. But the girl isn't afraid of his violence. She's afraid of what happens when he looks at her like she's not broken - just unfinished. She speaks in probabilities. He answers in scars. And the more they try to stay out of each other's way, the more they unravel something that doesn't obey logic. But danger doesn't always come with warning signs. And when the people hunting her close in, protecting her won't be enough. In a world built on silence, fire, and blood - sometimes the most dangerous thing isn't the man with the weapon... It's the girl who teaches him how to feel.

She wasn't looking to be found. They weren't known for mercy. But when a broken voice rises from a woman with secrets in her smile, the most dangerous motorcycle club in Raven's Ridge decides she belongs to them - whether she's ready or not. He was never meant to feel. She was never meant to stay. But fire doesn't ask permission. And some souls burn too bright to hide forever. A slow-burn, emotional MC romance where trauma meets tenderness, danger meets devotion - and love is forged in iron.

Morgan is a single mother, trying to make ends meet and care for her daughter. Wolf is the leader of the Animals MC, He's only ever been alone and he likes it that way. He gives Morgan a job despite their conflicting interests. While the two never see eye to eye or manage to agree, she's considered part of Wolf's club and when her daughter is injured while at the club he takes it personal. Suddenly the only person Morgan can rely on is the one man she promised herself she'd never grow close to and suddenly Wolf has decided he doesn't want to be alone anymore. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy36R-DQofc NOW ENTERED IN WATTYS 2016

Meeting a grandfather she never knew existed openned Brinn's eyes to a new world . Since she seen and experience the good and bad of MC life. Asked to come take over as the clubs Tattooist she sets up shop and meets the guys she's heard stories about for years. Including Ripper the SC Prez of the Blood Wolves. Ripper like the simple MC life bikes, women and parties. Until one of his grey beards tells him he's bringing in his granddaughter to take over for him. Not only that but that her bestie is none other but SF chapter prez's Demon. Will Ripper fall for the pinte sized women and her bagage. Can Brinn get past the shaddows that haunt her? Guess you'll have to read and see. Please note that this is my first draft and it is uneddited and rough. I suck at spelling when i get rolling so be prepared to see my word blunders. Please feel free to comment and offer input to the story line. Id love to hear what everyone thinks.

Juliet and Bolt, two young lovers, two broken hearts. After years of separation Bolt and Juliet find each other again, will fate finally let the pair fall in love or is Juliet destined for unrequited love forever? Bolt is full of fire and rage, madness and malice. He is feared throughout his club and all the rest, the live in hell hound, interrogator and executioner in one. In all his years only one has ever tamed his vengeance-Juliet. She is soft and quiet, she spends her days reading books with love stories that have happy endings and working as a doctor in the local hospital. Her days are monotonous and isolated. So when the boy she never wanted to lose, the man she hoped to forget, appears at the hospital, fate seems to be giving her another chance at loving him, or another broken heart...

Viper and Doretha alike have lost love in their lives. They stumble through the world, existing not living, aching not healing. So when Doretha's sister invites her to leave the toxic household she has been trapped in for 24 years and she arrives in Canada, she meets a man with the same lamenting aura. For the first time since her pain, an ember glimmers in her chest. Viper never expected to find love in the form of Astrid's sister. As soon as she appears from behind Bear, his heart is stolen. Can the two heal themselves together, or will their pain cause them to implode and drag each other to despair?

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.