Missy is a nurse in the Clear City County state penitentiary infirmary. That's how she met him. Shank. The Road Captain of the Holy Rebel MC doing 3 to 5 for running illegal arms out West. The tall, dark, and handsome ciminal is sexy enough to sweet talk his way into the strong headed young woman's pants and heart. And Missy is head over heels for Shank. And she feels he really digs her too every time he tells her she's his and no one else's. Only when he gets out and she follows behind, she finds he has a whole Old Lady. A beautiful one. Heart broken, a pregnant Missy runs off up north to raise her child away from a group of criminals and liars. But faith isn't so kind and drags her back home down to Florida when her father passed away and she has to back to clean out her childhood home all the while hiding her son from his oblivious biker father.

When Dani Vega catches her fiancé in bed with someone else, she doesn't scream or cry-she rides. Leaving behind the life she built in L.A., she roars back to her hometown with nothing but a duffel bag, a broken heart, and her beloved Harley. She swore she'd never return to Ridgepoint. Not to the ghosts. Not to the father who rules the Iron Serpents MC with an iron fist. And definitely not to the three men who were off-limits her whole damn life. But they've changed. And so has she. Diesel-the brooding mechanic with oil-stained hands and a past he's not proud of. Mack-the quiet bruiser who watches more than he speaks...and always protects what's his. Fox-the silver-tongued enforcer with too many tattoos and not enough shame. They're her dad's most trusted crew. Tight as family. Lovers, even. She's not supposed to want them. They're definitely not supposed to want her. But some rules were made to be broken. As sparks ignite and buried truths come to light, Dani finds herself caught between loyalty, desire, and a second chance at a kind of love she never saw coming-one that's wild, unorthodox, and utterly hers. In this town, love rides hard, loyalty rides harder-and Dani's about to learn what it means to truly come home.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae After a year of enduring her husband Silas's constant, subtle comparisons to his impeccably ambitious and model-esque coworker, Dalia Jackson reaches her breaking point when he dismisses her homemaking as laziness and her voluptuous body as a lack of discipline.

Pixie was tired of her long string of failed relationships, so she decided to take love out of the equation and become an Alaskan mail-order bride. Stark was gruff and grumpy and definitely not looking for love after he lost the woman he loved. He and Pixie shared a common goal of wrestling a living out of the harsh Alaskan bush, and as they were learning to rely on each other, their tentative friendship turned to more. Until a secret from Stark's past came to interfere with his present.

Is it better to live in a beautiful lie or the ugly truth? I'm not so sure anymore. Not now after finding myself on the other side of beautiful lies. There was a time I thought I was the one - HIS one. Turns out, I'm only second . . . . . . to her. For readers: *I will update as I please. Don't be rude about it. Thank you. *I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! *Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. *Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. *I'm not a spicey writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! *Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating.

MONTANA He was the love of my life-until he left me standing in the wreckage of our marriage. Five years later, Jared Manelis is a world champion boxer, and the father of my daughters. The man he is today is galaxies away from the boy with blood on his knuckles who once promised me forever. Now a stranger, with the world at his fingertips and a talent for irritating me to no end. But when he's left fighting for his life after a championship match, everything changes. Suddenly, the man who broke me is back inside the walls I built to keep him out. Now he's asking questions we've both avoided for years; while our present battles to keep us apart, our past fights to be brought to the light and bind us together again. JARED Five years ago, fame, pride, and one stupid choice cost me my marriage-and the family I'd always dreamed of. Now I'm with a woman I don't love, have an ex who smiles at everyone but me, and a daughter too nervous to meet my eyes. Then I'm shot after the biggest night of my career-and all I can see is her. When death caresses your cheek, you know it's time to fight for what you want. So I force my way back into her world, where she can't ignore me anymore, and begin my fight for the truth, a chance to be us again. I'll remind her why she chose me all those years ago and show her why I'm worth choosing again.

Trope: OW Drama / Girl Best Friend / Puts OW first Brian O'Connor checks off every single checklist in Sara Wakefield's list of her dream man. The only problem is? Sara is not the only woman in Brian's life. Sara is left playing second fiddle while Brian prioritises his single mom "bestie" and her 1 year old son. How long can Sara keep up feeling like the outsider in this little cosy trio?

Zach Westbrook was my best friend-and the boy I'd secretly loved since forever. Until he said the one thing I was never supposed to hear. So I did what any heartbroken, humiliated girl would do. I ghosted him. Ditched the university we both planned to attend. And left without looking back. Our friendship ended the day I left town. Or so I thought. Three years later, I'm back. Not because I want to be, but because family comes first-and unfortunately, that means transferring to Ridgewater University. The same school Zach owns like a second skin. Still hot. Still cocky. Still the campus golden boy with a hockey stick. And still the last person I want to deal with. But I'm not the shy, awkward girl he used to know. I've changed. I've moved on. I'm no longer the girl who used to follow him around like a lost puppy. This time, I'm not the one getting benched.

One lesson I learned very early in life was to be cheerful, to be agreeable, to do as I was told and ask for nothing, and to never ever complain. Smile Maddie. Be happy Maddie. Don't make trouble and maybe they'll love you. I grew into an adult who took care of others and never expected that those I loved would take care of me in return. I gave and never asked, never expected, never demanded. Smile Maddie. Be happy Maddie. Don't make trouble and you'll find someone that will love you. And then one day, a Dragon walked into my workplace and turned my world upside down with a single wink. Having grown up watching his father treat his men like they were disposable, just meat bags to be fed into the grinder, Dragon was determined to be different when he became president of the Dragon's Inferno MC. He cares about his people. He takes care of them. He was upfront with me, taking care of his MC and those he considered to be his would always be his priority. And I agreed to that, I joined him in that mission, throwing myself into becoming the perfect old lady of the prez. Smile Maddie. Act happy Maddie. Take care of them and maybe they'll love you. Smile Maddie. Be happy Maddie. Don't complain and maybe he'll love you. I told myself I was independent. I was strong. And I didn't need my Dragon to take care of me. And I almost believed it. Almost. But now I'm watching him with her. I'm watching him comfort her. I'm watching him listen to her, support her, reassure her. I'm watching him take time from his day to check in with her. I'm watching him worry about her. I'm watching them become closer right in front of my eyes. I'm seeing every thoughtful gesture he does for her. And me? I'm not happy. I'm not smiling. I'm done being agreeable. Fuck not causing trouble. I'm about to set my Dragon's world on fire. And then I'm walking away. She can have him. For the first time in my life, I'm choosing myself.