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.

Having been weight shamed her entire life, with an ex-boyfriend that gaslighted her for their entire relationship and a shameful secret, Carrie doesn't understand her self worth. Or that it's not tied to what the scale says. Bender, the enforcer and third in command of the Rebel Souls MC, is gorgeous. And dangerous. Convinced no man, especially one who's as sinfully sexy as Bender could want her, Carrie keeps pushes him away. But he knows what he wants. And he wants her. Will he be able to convince her that he only sees her, not her size? Cover by @M_Rainberry

Rachel is fresh off her second heartbreak. She's sworn of men, but a chance meeting at a club, that led to the best sex of her life, has her rethinking that decision. Nathan was there to do a job. One he didn't complete because he got distracted by the brunette beauty. After their encounter he does the unthinkable. He gives her his card with his real name. She's not cut out for his world. But that's what he likes about her. What happens when the good girl, accountant finds out her new man isn't who he says he is. That he's dangerous. And that his line of work could put her in danger. And the lies don't stop there. Amazing Cover Art brought to you by @M_Rainberry

{The Wattys Awards Shortlist} The Saint's Brotherhood motorcycle club was known all over town, they were ruthless. They were feared, they got their reputation from one member in particular, one member that was so unbelievably intriguing and mysterious, people made legends and stories about him. They didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, where he came from, and they didn't know what he looked like for he wore a mask. The man himself struck fear into everyone he meant, he was the club's personal Devil. But she was okay with him.

THIS IS ONLY A SAMPLE OF THE FIRST 5 CHAPTERS. THE BOOK IS PUBLISHED AS EBOOK AND PAPERBACK ON AMAZON AND AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED https://www.amazon.com/Ellie-Norse/e/B09KRN8GMF?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1&qid=1663267996&sr=1-1 _______________________________ The Iron Predators MC and their members are all ex-militaries who have built a life where they can still protect and serve on their own terms. With Tank being the President of the mother chapter and being brought up with an abusive dad, he's made it his mission to protect women who suffer like his mom did. Ellie is one of those women, and when she comes to town to help her gramps with his store, she catches his interest and spikes his need to protect when he sees a big scar on her arm and unintentionally gives her a panic attack. "Who was the girl?" I ask Lenny. "She's Henry's granddaughter, Ellie. Be careful with her. I overheard him saying something about her being through some bad stuff not that long ago. I think that's why she's shy." "Well, I guess I have to put my charm on, then," I say, smirking and walking out of the store. ------------------------------------------------------------------- **This story contains mature content, sexual scenes, strong language and violence** I've added pictures of the characters in the first chapter. If you don't want to see them, skip that chapter. Please vote and comment. This version is not edited.

You ever have feelings you know you shouldn't have for a person you know you shouldn't have them for? That's what it's like for Claire and Ashe. Electricity surged the moment they laid eyes on each other. On the front porch of the parent's home. Disregarding the familial technicality and the order given to him by her father- his vice president- to stay away from her, the two find themselves sneaking away to steal any moment together. All under the nose of the man who turned Ashes life around. While the two struggle to keep their relationship under wraps long enough to find a way to break the news to her father, the club's enemies zero in on Claire, using her past against her as a tactic to dismantle the club. After many attempts, the Cartel are successful at luring Claire into a trap that lands Ashe in Prison. With this sudden added pressure to the relationship and the reality at the type of lifestyle Ashe really lives, will the relationship make it through his sentence? And what will happen when he gets out?

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.

While on the run from her abusive husband, Margo is saved from the rain by a tall scary yet sexy man with a motorcycle and a patch. With no questions asked, Lynol takes the pregnant and soaking wet woman whose down to her last dollar back to the clubhouse for rest. Margo wants to protect herself and her baby and tries not to grow attached to the motorcycle club's president or their way of life, seeing as how it goes against every moral she has as a cop. But it seems the harder she tries to separate herself from Lynol, the closer he tries to get to her.

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.

Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.