"Because only a demon could recognize an angel when he saw one." Wolf was the Devil's Henchmen MC's greatest asset. He was their killer. People feared him because of what he would do for his club. He wasn't an average man. He felt no remorse, no guilt, no shame. He did what he had to do to protect the people that had taken him in and give him the family he craved. That was until he met Lillian. His Dove. She came into his life and turned everything he knew on its head. He would do whatever it took to have her for himself. Even if it meant going against his club.

Anna. It is not her real name, but she has to get used to it. Anna is on the run. On the run from an outlaw biker club, a biker club her dead husband dared to cross. Now she has to hide on the other side of the country with no money, but two and a half kids to take care of. What is her plan? Simple: hide out for the rest of her life in a town of a rival biker club and hope to stay hidden. Attention! The story will contain a lot of inappropriate language and some scenes of intimate nature, but of that you will be warned in the beginning of the chapters. I also do not own the pictures I use as illustrations, but I will try naming the models and the authors, just to make it somewhat fair :)

(Leather & Lace Series, Prequel to Beasts & Burdens) Sixteen-year-old Rachel Palmiero, had a pretty good idea about which direction her life was headed. Graduate high school, open a hair salon, and marry Lex Slater, Road Captain of the Hell's Bastards. Life, however, doesn't always work out that way we expect. When her father's MC is gutted by the Feds, Rachel's family makes the hard decision to uproot and temporarily move to a new state while the smoke clears. Starting fresh, another wrench is thrown into her plans, in the form of a hulking, Polynesian outlaw by the name of Kai Heyman. When Kai sweeps into the halls of Northridge High, he also sweeps Rachel right off her feet. Caught between the things people expect and the things her heart desires, will Rachel give in to the Beast once and for all? Sometimes, the Beast tames Beauty. *This is a short novella set in the outlaw MC world of the Leather & Lace series. May contain moment of mature language and situations.* ©Amina Leeds, 2018. All Rights Reserved. Cover design: A.LEEDS

We return to Broken Demons MC. After The Sons of Satan were wiped out things returned to normal until Knuckles had to go to Montana after the death of his Uncle. He returns with his cousin Indigo. Indigo has a hidden past not even Knuckles knows about, she hides from the world because that's the only way she feels safe. Bullet is the Vice President of Broken Demons MC. He loves his life at the club, but is becoming envious of the family life president Killer now has. Will be find a woman he can build a life with or will he continue with a different club whore every night? ***Trigger Warning. This story discusses sexual abuse, mental illness and self harming, not a subject I take lightly, it is close to my heart, as are all the topics in my books.***

25 year old Cordelia, lives alone and has never had a boyfriend. But she does have her Trusty dog Maximus. Shes fed up of her boring, routine life, but doesn't know how to shake things up. Being a nurse doesn't give you much time for adventure working 12+ hour shifts at the hospital. Well her life was about to completely change when Maximus decides to take her a dangerous route on their nightly walk. Adrian "Killer" Jackson is a heartless leader of Broken Demons MC. He is a ruthless leader, he has his whores but he's never found love. Unsure if he can even feel the emotion what will happen when he stumbles across Cordelia? ***Trigger Warning. Topics of sexual assault and self harm.****

Jasmen Blackwater has had a rough life. Growing up with gangs on every block and a whore at every corner. But, she always made it out alive, thanks to her best friend, who she now calls, Happy Lowman. What happens when they get reunited with one another after 2 years? How much danger is she truly in? Can she handle it? Or will she break under the pressure? [ undergoing drastic editing ]

• Elvira • Some people call me Elf, some call me Elvira. I don't really care, because i'm distracted by the perfect view that would make a perfect picture. People call me stupid, an airhead. Honestly? I'm just not interested in their conversations. People call me childlike, talking people half to death, making pictures of everything I see. Honestly? I escape behind my camera so people don't notice the pain I felt when my parents abandoned me in a hell hole. But that's a story for another time. Right now, i'm once again distracted. But this time by the hot guy that just served me beer at a bar in the Nevada dessert. • Whiskey • My bar is my home, the club is my family. I've never wanted more than this. I'm content. I try to tell myself that I don't envy my brothers for finding their other halves. I have enough woman to fill all my needs, but they are empty fucks. The bar is my home and it might turn out to be the place were I find the missing piece i've been looking for. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

• Layla • No one wanted me until him. He was my savior, my hero. I loved him. But we were torn apart by the system. Once again no one wanted me. I was a shadow. Hiding from the demons around me, lurking in broad day light. Until someone noticed me, someone who told me I was beautiful. I should have known better than listen to pretty words. • Sherlock • After surviving on my own, living on the streets, I've found a family. A family that understood me. They gave me the tools to survive in this fucked up world. The only thing missing is the love of my life. The girl that was ripped away from me all these years ago. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

• Haru • I'm never alone. My own voices alway keeping me company. Protecting me. Hiding me from the cruelty of others. My soul was broken apart by the nightmare I called a childhood. Now I need protection from myself, because I told myself to never give myself to another man. So why am I giving myself to not one, but two of them? • Jaded • I'm quiet. A man with few words.Precise. A cold-blooded killer that would do anything to protect my club. People avoid me. I avoid people. It's all the same. I'm a murderer. A monster. I'm no good for anyone. I wish she could see that. • Irish • I pretend to be the happy guy. The guy with the laughs. I'm good at making inappropriate jokes and pushing peoples boundaries. I try to make sure people don't see the real me. I'm a mess, caught up in a past I would like to forget. But then she walks in. She might heal me, I might heal her. Too bad she is too interested in my brother. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

• Mirjam • I've had a good life. A nice family home. Parents who only wanted the best for me. A nice and almost perfect fiancé. I followed my passion and never looked back. Until I went to far. I got abducted and tortured in Afghanistan. Held by terrorists for months. I just wanted to help people, follow my passion as an army nurse. But I paid the price. I'm home but the old Mirjam died in Afghanistan. Died in that dark room. I left everything behind and went to find my new self. I was never one to give up. So why start now? • Saw • As the President of my club, I have to be in control of everything. My club, my life, the woman I fuck. People respect me, like they should. People do what I say, because they know what I will do if they don't. Woman flick around me, there is never a short supply. Life is good. Until the spitfire that moved into my sisters old apartment starts haunting my mind. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**