Shotgun: Midnight’s Hounds MC

by Vivian Gray

  And just because I owe him my life, doesn’t mean I plan on letting him collect his debt.

  At least, that’s what I told myself.

  But Ash is coming to claim what’s his – what’s rightfully his.

  And I’m about to discover what it’s like to be owned.

  Because the look in the biker’s eyes says he’s moments away from erupting.

  I’ve got nowhere to run.

  Nowhere to escape those rough hands claiming every curve.

  Nowhere to hide from that gaze that strips me bare.

  No way to shut out the words as he leans down and whispers in my ear…

  “You belong to me.”

  Born Killer: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bad Devils MC) (Dark Outlaw Secrets Book 2)

  What if a killer took you to bed?

  I’ve had enough of bikers.

  My scumbag father left us when I was just a baby.

  But Race is dead-set on making me his…

  And giving me a baby of my own.

  RACE

  I grew up in broken homes.

  The child of drug addicts, I’ve seen the worst horrors life has to offer.

  But I survived it all.

  The abuse. The neglect. The pain. The suffering.

  My scars and tattoos are a testament to what I’ve done to stay alive.

  People know at first glance I’ve had trouble in my past.

  And the Bad Devils MC patch on my kutte lets them I’ll probably have more in my future.

  But women can never resist a dangerous bad boy.

  They flock to my side and beg me to own them for the night.

  Except for Delilah.

  She takes one look at me and tries to escape.

  She can tell that this is not an act or a façade.

  I’m a born killer.

  And she knows that the best thing to do is run from me.

  But I won’t let that happen.

  She’s too precious, too pure, too beautiful for any other man but me.

  We’re both broken in our own unique ways.

  But I’m determined to make her shatter for me.

  And only for me.

  DELILAH

  I knew he was danger from the second I saw him.

  But I just couldn’t stay far enough away.

  Race is relentless and savage.

  He won’t stop until I’m in his bed, moaning his name, pleading for more and more and more.

  And even that won’t be enough.

  Because Race wants a family to replace the one he never had.

  And in me, he’s found his woman.

  All that’s left is for us to make a baby.

  Whether I want it or not.

  Born Sinner: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Blood Ravens MC) (Dark Outlaw Secrets Book 1)

  I was born to break girls like her.

  I planned to make her beg for mercy.

  But Maria took me by surprise.

  I’ve been a bad man, a born sinner since Day 1.

  But with her… there might be hope for redemption.

  BLADE

  I don’t believe in love.

  A cheating ex cured me of that stupid delusion.

  In her wake, she left seething rage and a death wish.

  And now, it’s time to get my revenge.

  Because the woman who broke my heart has a younger sister…

  And a father who’s the head of the biggest cartel in the state.

  So why not use the innocent girl to destroy the guilty man?

  I’ve spent years doing anything that my club, the Blood Ravens MC, needs me to do.

  I collect debts, break skulls, enforce the outlaw’s brand of justice.

  Compared to all those dirty jobs, this is going to be pure and sweet.

  But Maria isn’t the cruel cartel princess I expected her to be.

  She’s too smart, too sexy.

  And when she says she wants to help us bring down her father, I don’t know what to do.

  Can my enemy’s daughter be trusted?

  MARIA

  They took me.

  Or rather, he took me.

  Blade.

  He chained me to a bed, made me his.

  And deep down, I loved it.

  But afterwards, I begged to know what he wanted from me.

  Or more importantly, from my father.

  That sick, cruel father of mine who wanted to bar me from my dreams.

  The father I’m desperate to make pay for his crimes.

  So when Blade told me what they planned to do, I offered to help.

  I helped the man who kidnapped me.

  Why?

  Because, for the first time, I felt like I mattered.

  Maybe I’m being stupid and naïve.

  Maybe, all the biker sees when he looks at me is a silly girl, a midnight plaything, too distracted by his brawny shoulders and his prowess in bed to realize I meant nothing to him.

  But maybe – just maybe – he feels what I’m feeling, too.

  That’s all I can hope for.

  Because I didn’t want to fall for the man who took me.

  I just wanted to be free.

  But I’m learning now that freedom has a price.

  And that price might just be my heart.

  Screwed: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Death Angels MC) (Scars and Sins Collection Book 3)

  She tried to heal me… but I broke her first.

  The crash nearly killed me.

  But I’ve got a job to complete.

  The angel nurse was only trying to do the right thing… but I needed a hostage.

  So now she’s coming for the ride.

  NOAH

  A horrific crash lands me at St. Jude's Sacred Mission Hospital—and in the hands of a beautiful night nurse.

  She makes it hard to imagine returning to work.

  But I've got an assignment to complete—and a ruthless drug runner to kill.

  No way a former Marine like me is going to let himself be outdriven…

  And no way I'm going to let myself be distracted by the beautiful blond bombshell in the tight-fitting scrubs.

  I'm a man who's used to taking what he wants.

  So why not take her with me?

  Right into the bloody, beating heart of danger.

  I'm about to find out just how attentive my curvy nurse's pretty little hands can be…

  And she’s about to get screwed.

  SHANNON

  Midnight.

  That's the name whispered around the E.R., the designation on the chart given to the mysterious biker who has been placed in my care.

  No identification to go off of.

  Only a totaled bike; the tattoo of a pure black square; and a face so handsome it could break your heart if you aren't careful.

  And as it turns out, I wasn’t careful enough.

  Clearly, this man is bad news – the scars on his muscled chest are evidence of that.

  But I find myself drawn to him all the same.

  I've never let myself get in deep with a patient before…

  But Midnight is about to show me just how deep he can go.

  Sinned: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Chained Kings MC) (Scars and Sins Collection Book 2)

  He was the right man for all the wrong reasons.

  I stumbled onto a crime I was never meant to see: A seven-year old boy crying with his family’s bloodied bodies strewn around him.

  Then a sinfully gorgeous biker kicks down the door.

  He looks so familiar… and then I realize why.

  He’s the man who put this baby in my belly.

  ROBYN

  The last thing I needed in my life was a handsome biker with danger following him at every turn.

  All I wanted was to help people.

  But Avon made my office ground zero for the vicious dealings of his outlaw motorcycle club.

  There was no reason for me to trust him.

  But when he reaches out a scarred, t
attooed hand to pin me by my throat against his bed…

  I can’t help but beg for more.

  The smell of whiskey, engine smoke, and something dark and musky overwhelms my senses.

  He presses his chiseled jaw against my ears and whispers in that husky voice:

  “You’re mine now, Robyn.”

  And you know what the craziest thing is?

  I think he’s right.

  AVON

  I brought the battle right to her porch.

  She wasn’t looking for anyone like me.

  But after I’m done, she’ll never want anyone else.

  My world transformed once I got a taste of her.

  I took her. Possessed her. Made her mine.

  But it ain’t all sunshine and roses and tender lovemaking.

  Someone wants to hurt us.

  A man who plays with people like they’re pieces on a chess board.

  Let the motherf**ker do his absolute worst.

  He can’t take her away.

  She belongs to me.

  Forever.

  Scarred: A Russian Mob Romance (Anosov Family Mafia) (Scars and Sins Collection Book 1)

  I screwed her like I owned her – because I did.

  I never lose control.

  Being a mob boss means keeping a tight rein on my emotions, my body, my business.

  But then I saw the fear in her innocent eyes, begging me to let her go…

  And I knew I had to make her mine.

  ANTON

  Buying things has lost its thrill.

  No one ever warned me about that particular downside of being a mafia billionaire.

  But winning things…

  Seizing anything you want from the weaker, the helpless, the cowardly…

  That still gets my blood churning.

  So, when the girl’s idiot boyfriend wagered her in a desperate final poker hand,

  I knew she was meant to be mine.

  She thinks I’m joking when I tell her to go wait for me.

  But I’ve never been more serious.

  And my armed bodyguard convinces her this is the farthest thing from a prank.

  Now, when the time is right, I will go back to where she is chained.

  I will lift up her pretty chin and stare straight into those gorgeous, helpless eyes.

  And I will tell her the sick truth of her frightening new reality:

  You belong to me now, kitten.

  Slash: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Savage Hearts MC) (Outlaw MC Romance Collection Book 6)

  I sold him my innocence.

  I just never thought he’d claim it like this.

  Brutal. Savage. Reckless. Wild.

  But there’s no denying the truth:

  The bad boy owns me now.

  ERIN

  I’m in over my head.

  It just got out of control.

  And before I could stop it, things were happening that I was powerless to stop.

  I was on stage, barely dressed, while strange men offered cash bounties that made my jaw drop.

  Then a voice came out of the back that cut through the chaos and froze my blood in my veins.

  He said he’d own me…

  Whatever the cost.

  And that’s when this nightmare truly began.

  Because the man who bought me is the devil incarnate.

  Slash is a bona fide killer, a ruthless biker bad boy with the ink and leather to match.

  His motorcycle roars like some demon from below.

  And those eyes… So hungry. So cruel.

  From the moment the door shut and we were alone together, I knew that this could end only one way:

  With me on my knees, begging the bad boy to own me.

  SLASH

  There are enough bodies in my past to fill a morgue.

  Enough blood on my hands that I’ll never truly be rid of it.

  I’ve sinned, I’ve killed, I’ve broken people and left them to suffer in the darkness and the silence.

  But it was all for the club.

  All of it – everything I’ve ever done – was in the name of the Savage Hearts MC.

  Until now.

  This time, my sins are for me and me alone.

  Because when I saw the girl on the stage, I knew I couldn’t rest until I’d made her mine.

  Every woman in my past was nothing more than a toy to me.

  But Erin…

  She lit a fire I didn’t know I had.

  It won’t be enough to use her and throw her aside.

  I need to take her senseless, then put her on the back of my chopper and ride into the sunset.

  F**k all this chaos.

  F**k all this war.

  I’ll brand this woman and put my baby in her so the whole damn world knows to keep their filthy hands off.

  But the underworld where I’ve spent my whole life isn’t so eager to let us escape.

  There are men here who would love to see my head on a spike.

  Along with the heads of everyone I’ve ever cared about.

  And when they find out about the girl I’ve brought into my home…

  They know I’m vulnerable now.

  That’s when they come for us.

  So be it.

  Let them.

  I’m ready for one final war.

  And I’ll slay them all to protect what’s mine.

  Jet: A Motorcycle Club Romance (War Choppers MC) (Outlaw MC Romance Collection Book 5)

  I’ll make her mine… no matter the cost.

  I never thought I’d lay my hands on the goods I’m sworn to protect.

  But I had to make an exception for her.

  She thought this would all go down on her terms, that she was in charge.

  Time to show her just how wrong she was.

  JET

  Overseeing these auctions lost its shine a long time ago.

  I'm an outlaw who takes what he wants, no questions asked.

  But apparently some men prefer the transaction.

  And as long as there are women willing to put themselves up, bare and afraid, on that stage…

  And underworld criminals eager to buy the rights to their bodies…

  Who am I to deny them?

  Then she stepped up to the auction block, wearing nothing but sheer terror.

  And I’d never wanted anything so badly in my life.

  She was a feast for the eyes.

  Every man in attendance wanted a bite of the main course.

  The price for a night with her skyrocketed, but I wasn't about to be outbid on my own turf.

  I paid whatever it took to own her.

  Now, she's mine.

  But pretty little Bree won't break so easily—and I love a girl who requires a firm hand.

  There’s more to her than meets the eye.

  And something tells me it's not just the promise of money that keeps her on my lap…

  Straddling my bike…

  And bent over in my bedroom.

  BREE

  All I ever wanted was to pay down the student loans that were drowning me.

  Now, I find myself learning hard lesson after harder lesson as my desperation takes me deep into the den of an outlaw motorcycle club… the War Choppers.

  In the depths of the MC, I end up pinned beneath the sheets with a rogue biker as powerful as his name:

  JET.

  It only takes one taste of him to hook me.

  My auction was just supposed to be a one-night engagement.

  But it turns out Jet has deep pockets…

  And hands that refuse to stop exploring my body.

  I’m in over my head. But I just can’t stop.

  And then Jet makes an offer too hot to ignore.

  Soon enough, I'm the human high card getting played time and again… and I'm practically begging him to throw me down on the table.

  Too bad this underworld is populated with insatiable alphas, and most of them don't take kindly to being outbid…


  I chose to start this ride with the biker.

  But he’s determined to be the one to finish me.

  Diesel: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bonebag MC)

  The biker is willing to cut a deal: my brother goes free if I bear Diesel’s baby.

  I never imagined Tyler, my piece of sh!t brother, would sink this far.

  Now he owes money to the Bonebag Motorcycle Club…

  And they’ve decided it’s time to collect.

  But it isn't just the circumstances making me weak in the knees.

  It's Diesel, the club's enforcer, and my brother's jailer.

  The bad boy makes my blood pulse, my stomach drop.

  My thighs clench in anticipation at the mere sound of his voice.