Cole: Chrome Horsemen MC
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"Well, yes; it was a little steamy," Mama agreed.
"So, plans for future steaminess?" Nicole prodded.
Mama nodded her head, "Friday, eight o'clock and… well… if you have shopping plans for Saturday, you might want to call Angie now."
"Mama? You shock me," she laughed.
"Oh, I doubt it, the way you two go at it. I never know whether I should sell tickets or call the police to hear your screams."
"Mama!" Nicole gasped, truly in shock now.
"Aren't you visiting your friend Lou this weekend?" she asked, ignoring her discomfort.
"Um, yeah, Sunday. Think you'll be done with being hot and steamy by then?"
"Probably," she nodded. "He's close to sixty, you know. But still in good enough shape for a one-nighter, I think."
"Watch those older ones, Mama; they got Viagra now and they aren't afraid to use it."
"I dealt with that with the last one. You aren't kidding either," Mama smiled.
Lou was in prison for another two years. His move into running a prostitution ring was profitable in the short run, but ultimately an unlucky one. Once a month, at least, she and Cole went up to visit him. He was doing well, as they expected, but eager for news and visitations. They often took Maxy, whose middle name was Louis, with them in the Jeep.
This time, however, they planned to spend the day on the bike together, stealing some together time, since boy number two was now only eight months away.
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INKED
I’M NOT YOUR F***ING PRINCE CHARMING
.
Alex
I live and die for my club, and I bury anyone who gets in my way.
Nothing else matters. Not until Krishna.
Innocent and pure, with eyes begging for a savior.
A good girl trapped with a gang of ex-convicts.
One look and I know what I want, what I NEED:
To corrupt her.
To defile her.
To make her MINE. and make her scream for more.
Krishna
HE’S A DEVIL—A DEMON COVERED IN SCARS, MUSCLE, AND TATTOOS.
A devil that took me, claimed me, and used me for his pleasure until I was screaming his name.
A splash of ink, a tattoo, and now Alex Gordon thinks he owns me.
I should run.
I should get out while I can.
But each time he touches me.
Each time his gravelly voice rumbles in my ear…
“You’re mine.”
…I know he won’t stop.
Not until there’s nothing of the old me left.
Not until he’s made me HIS
STEEL
IT’S A HOMECOMING PARTY FOR HIM, AND I’M THE GIFT.
He’s not like any guy I’ve ever met before.
He's someone who carries himself with purpose. Who’s next to impossible to read. Whose dark eyes hiding a lifetime of dark secrets
But when he sets his eyes on me, I know exactly what is on his mind.
And I know there’s no denying him.
No chance of backing out.
~~~
I’VE COME HOME TO HELL.
Four years ago, they took everything that I loved away from me. My love, my life, and my choices. All because I didn’t want to play by their bull**** rules. They gave me an impossible choice: get out of town or stay and face the consequences.
So I did my time away, running with the most dangerous cartel south of the border and dodging death around every corner.
And now I come back to find the club full of outsiders, strangers…
… and a mysterious woman with big f***-me eyes
… a mysterious woman who wants to know all about me.
I’ll give her something to know about.
And when I’m done with her, I’ll remind the rest of these bastards that I’m back.
Back to take what is mine, back to make them pay for what they’ve done to me, and back to make this club right again.
***
TEASE
THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN
I never thought for a million years I’d be in a town so small that it doesn’t even exist on a map. I never thought for a million years I’d set foot in an outlaw biker club house. I certainly never thought that I’d jump into bed with one of them…
Arrogant, cocky, and wickedly handsome underneath all his tattoos and leather, Vance Coldman is every one of my sinful fantasies come true. The word ‘no’ isn’t a part of his vocabulary, not out here in the desert where violence is law and might is right.
I’ve never gotten a chance to sample his dark forbidden world.
Not until now.
But something tells me that he intends on giving me more than just a glimpse.
… and that he doesn’t plan on holding back.
~~~
Violence is law and might is right in my world. A man will do everything he can to defend his property—be it his bike or his woman. Out here, a man makes his own luck.
That’s the way I’ve lived. Anything else is just slavery with a better name.
So when she’s asking for a taste of my world, she’s getting it all.
But what she doesn’t seem to understand is this:
When you step into my world, you’re not leaving.
Not now, not later.
NOT EVER
***
TEMPTING TARGET
I knew he was trouble from the moment I saw him
My life had fallen into a rut. I had no future, no prospects, and no way forward. So I did what every other lost soul do in those situations:
I ran—as far as I could, as fast as I could.
And then I ran into him. Matt Perrier. The six-foot-five Navy SEAL with tattoos snaking across his rippling muscles and dripping with danger and wildness from every pore.
From the moment I see him, I know that he’s nothing like anyone I’ve ever met.
I know that losing wasn’t in his blood.
I know that nothing gets between him and what he wants.
And I know he wants me.
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She’d been cleared hot and it’s weapons free.
I’ve f***ed a different woman from every continent. Love isn’t something that I do, not when I’ve spent the last six years humping across the mountains of Afghanistan by day and hunting terrorists by night.
All I wanted was some well-deserved R and R after a long deployment.
So when Emmy Roth runs into me in Honolulu Airport and I get a good look at those sexy curves that are begging to be held, I knew what my next target is.
Emmy doesn’t know it yet, but I’m about to blow up her world.
And when I’m through with her, I’ll have her begging for more.
ROUGH JUSTICE
JESSICA MITCHELL MUST LEARN TO TRUST HERSELF TO LOVE AGAIN.
After her last boyfriend, Jessica is determined to never be hurt again, to never relieve the nightmare, and to keep the world forever on the outside. Hoping to be just another face in the crowd, she values her obscurity and does her best to fade into the background.
Until leather-clad bad boy Scott Murphy makes her think twice about everything.
SCOTT DRIVES ALL THOUGHTS OF SECLUSION FROM HER MIND WITH A SINGLE SMOLDERING LOOK.
Unlike the other men of the Grim Angels who tend to scrape the bottom of the barrel, Scott Murphy is choosy with who he wants in his bed. With a face and body that made the perfect cross between rugged outdoorsman and a movie star, the mysterious bad boy has his eyes set on Jessica tonight, and no-one else.
THEY’RE TAKING A RISK THAT COULD SEND THE WORLD CRASHING DOWN AROUND THEM.
Jessica and Scott are about to plunge deep into each other’s world—secrets and all. Hiding her involvement with Scott from his gang is difficult. But the animosity from the Angels is nothing compa
red to the darkness from Jessica’s past threatening to boil to the surface and put an end to it all.