by Zoey Parker
She witnessed something she was never meant to see.
If she wants to stay alive and out of jail, she’ll need to listen to my every command.
So when I tell her to strip, she strips. When I tell her to suck, she sucks.
And when I tell her to bear my baby, she’ll have no choice but to obey.
Lily Erickson was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But I don’t give a damn about her sob story.
The things she saw could ruin my whole business if she blabs to the wrong person.
There’s only one thing to do:
Make sure she never opens her mouth to anyone –
Except for me.
I make my terms very clear.
I’ll let her live.
In return, she’s going to submit to me.
Whenever I want, however I want.
After all, she can’t have witnessed those murders if she was bent over my bed getting relentlessly pounded, right?
It’s an alibi as tight as her little body.
But the cop snooping around suspects something.
Lily may think she’s caught between a rock and a hard place.
But I’m determined to teach her the most important lesson there is in this town:
Whatever I say goes.
And right now, Lily, I say this…
Get on your knees.
We’re going to put a baby inside you.
Addicted: A Secret Baby Romance (Rebel Saints MC)
No one can know she’s carrying my baby.
She’s a dark-haired vixen with a past she refuses to unveil.
Fine with me – I have enough skeletons in my own closet. No names necessary.
When we meet, it is just about sex – rough, raw, violent.
Until I learn who she really is. And everything changes.
I’m hunting for my missing sister when I come across a girl in a bar.
Not just any girl – she’s a drop-dead stunner.
In that red dress, every inch of her skin is just begging to be bit, licked, stroked.
And I’m the only man here with balls enough to do it.
It doesn’t take long before we’re tumbling around in a cheap motel room.
Strip. Spank. Moan.
Fade to black.
But when I wake up, she’s gone.
There’s just a note.
“No names,” it says. Only a phone number.
I’m struggling to put the night behind me as I get back to the mission at hand:
Finding my sister.
I’ve got a hunch that the Piccolo crime family is somehow involved.
They’re notorious sex traffickers, and if I found out they’ve touched Hannah…
Bad things will happen.
I’m going to get those bastards in my grip and squeeze until they tell me where she is.
While I plan my strike with my MC, I can’t help but call the girl from the motel again.
Night after night, we play out my wildest fantasies.
No names.
Just sex.
Things are going just about perfectly…
Until I find out her terrible secrets.
She’s the new head of the Piccolos.
She’s pregnant with my baby.
And she’s about to sell my sister.
God help me… I’m addicted to sleeping with the enemy.
OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance (Mancini Family Mafia)
Owning her will be the purest pleasure.
I never gave a damn about the family business.
I’d rather spend my time hunting for sexy women to strip, whip, and chain.
But then Carla showed up.
And all my darkest desires reared their ugly heads.
GIO
She’s the new family lawyer, and I’ve been warned to stay away.
But how could I?
Her skin is buttery soft, her hair flows like silk, and those pink lips are just begging to be forced wide open.
She knows I’m no good for her.
I’m dark.
Dirty.
Dangerous.
But her resistance is just foreplay to me.
And when I stumble across a secret that could cost Carla her life,
I know I’ve found my leverage.
Now, she’s all mine.
CARLA
I’m in over my head.
This was the assignment of a lifetime – go undercover in the Mancini crime family and take them down from within.
This is what I was born to do.
In all my years at the FBI, I’ve seen too much of the twisted horrors they’ve brought to life.
Amongst a family of drug runners and flesh traders, Gio Mancini might be the worst of the lot.
He’s got a legendary appetite for women that haunts my nightmares.
He reels them in with his charm, gives them a glimmer of hope…
And then breaks them utterly.
I just need to get inside, get what I need, and get the hell out.
Most importantly, I need to stay away from Gio.
His cocky grin is tempting, his body is flawless.
But for a while, I manage to keep to myself.
And then I slipped up.
He finds out who I really am.
This is the end for me, I think, as he opens his mouth.
But what he said instead turned out to be so, so much worse.
HARDCORE: Storm MC
I’m a hardcore man in a hardcore world.
She’s a diamond in the rough.
But if she’s not careful, she’ll fall into the wrong hands…
Mine.
SIENNA
Working at the strip club wasn’t my first choice, but it paid, and I was good at it.
Things were going as well as they could, all things considered.
Until my sister made a fatal mistake.
Now, her bad choice haunts me, and all I want is revenge.
The only reason I’m still dancing is to get close to our sleazy boss, the bastard who sent my sister to her death.
The problem is, he’s surrounded himself with an army of muscle – a motorcycle club for hire. They’re all brawny, tattooed, and wouldn’t blink twice before ending my life.
But consequences be damned.
I’ve got a man to kill, and a plan to get my hands around his throat.
It would have worked, too.
If it weren’t for Dom.
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DOM
“No one leaves the club.”
It was always just a saying, a slogan, a reminder that loyalty is everything.
Then our president accepted a deal with the devil.
Now, our whole club is at the beck and call of some slimy porn kingpin, and anyone who tries to break the contract gets killed.
I hate what I’ve become, but I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
I didn’t have a way out, either.
Until Sienna.
The fiery dancer tries to kill our mark, and I’m the one who stops her.
Now, her life is mine to do with as I please.
And I’ve got an important decision to make.
What do I do with her?
She’s got a body worth taming, worth claiming as my own.
Or even better – worth selling to the highest bidder.
Once I’ve gotten a fair price for her, I’ll be able to buy my own freedom and get the hell out of this nightmare.
She’s my golden ticket, my way out.
But nothing is ever as easy as it seems.
Sienna isn’t worth anything dead, but keeping her alive might cost me my life.
A Price to Pay
We’ll both pay the price for crossing the line.
There are some things in this world a man should never do.
But as far as I’m concerned, the rules can go f*ck themselves.
I’m Cain Vale.
I do whatever the hell I want.
&n
bsp; Of course, that’s part of the reason I ended up in this situation:
Bleeding from a cracked skull, as a lifetime of naked sluts and roaring bikes flashes before my eyes.
A life well lived, but I’m not ready for it to be over just yet.
Not when there’s revenge to be dealt.
Once I’m back on my feet, the men who betrayed me will pay dearly for their crimes.
They will suffer.
Scream.
Beg for my mercy.
But my injuries are worse than I thought.
Until I can ride again, my president tasks his kid sister with helping me recover.
What she doesn’t know is that, while she’s in my household, she’ll live on my terms.
She’ll please me.
She’ll taste me.
And by the time I’m finished, she’ll know how it feels to be owned.
Take Me, Outlaw
I wanted to be his tonight – his toy, his willing slave...
She’s living proof that bad things happen to good people.
Wrong place, wrong time, but the universe doesn’t give a damn.
Neither does the Mafia.
They’re going to kill her, unless I do something about it.
I’ve never been one to stand by idly, so I do what I have to:
take her before my enemies get the chance to do the same.
At first, it was a matter of convenience.
But the longer she is on the back of my bike,
The greater my hunger grows.
It’s only a matter of time until it feasts.
But there are soulless bastards nipping at our heels.
They want blood – both hers and mine.
Now, I’m faced with an impossible choice: do I leave her, or keep her in my grasp?
Break Me, Outlaw
HE MEANT TO BREAK MY BODY. INSTEAD, HE BROKE MY HEART.
I knew from the moment I walked in that this place was not meant for me.
I was clean; this place was filthy.
I was fair; this place was dark.
But maybe I was sick of living a safe life.
Maybe I was sick of every little thing fitting together just so.
I was sick of being perfect and whole.
I wanted to be broken.
In this dark and pungent hell, I found the man to do the job.
He took me into his arms and broke me –
Over, and over, and over again.
When it was finished, I picked up the pieces of myself that remained, and I left.
But things never end that easily.
I didn’t know it then, but when I ran, I took something with me.
Something I never wanted…
Something I never asked for…
The baby of the man who’d owned me.
Now, my unborn child and I are helpless pawns in some sick and twisted game.
People are being hurt, killed.
I can’t stand to watch anymore.
All I can do is cry, and plead, and beg.
All I can say are three little words:
Please, for the love of God…
“Break me, outlaw.”
Stolen
He's a ruthless biker with a kingdom to run. She's a talented thief with a nose for trouble.
Things are about to get messy.
Sasha
I knew going in that this would be dangerous. But what choice did I have?
None, that's how much. You don't say "No" to a man like Fang, the mob boss I work for. Not if you want to live to tell the tale.
So I swallowed my fear and I took the mission: stealing drugs from the Hell's Overlords MC.
The first time was smooth. In and out like a flash.
The second time was just as easy.
But the third time…that's when everything went wrong.
Now, I'm trapped in a basement, staring into the stormy eyes of a man who doesn't like being robbed.
Everything I feared is present in those eyes. There's anger, and strength, and brutality.
But there's something else, too.
Something I didn't expect, and it's scaring me more than anything else.
He's hungry.
Hungry for me.
HER BODY ISN'T THE ONLY THING I'M TAKING AS MY OWN.
Cole
The first time I lay eyes on her, it feels like I got struck by lightning.
You've probably heard that before, but trust me – this is different.
This isn't the "struck by lightning" you see in friendly little rom-coms with happy endings.
It doesn't come with warm fuzzies.
It's not cute.
No, the kind of lightning I'm talking about makes me want to do things, things that you might not always like.
It makes me want to bite her lip like a feral dog, to squeeze her hips in my hands and rid her of every scrap of clothing.
The lightning surging through my veins makes me harder than carved marble.
There's only one release: to own her, again and again, until the thirst is quenched.
I don't know how long that will take.
But I'm willing to find out.
Overdosed
I'M ADDICTED TO HER, AND I WON'T STOP UNTIL I GET MY FIX.
When a little girl shows up on the front stoop of the Fury's Storm HQ,
I tell her the obvious truth: "You're at the wrong place, hon."
But then she hands me a note that flips my world upside down.
It says she's my daughter.
I'm the last man on this earth who should be caring for a child.
The only women in my life are the rotating cast of scantily clad groupies who keep my bed warm at night.
So what the hell am I supposed to do with a daughter?
I tell my men to find a way to get Gigi back to her mother.
But they come back and tell me the girl's mom has disappeared without a trace.
Now what?
Just then, a woman knocks at the clubhouse door.
I open it and freeze.
Jamie is a knockout to say the least.
She's pretty, but she doesn't know it.
Sexy, but she hasn't been made to feel it.
Eager, if only the right man were there to stoke her fires.
That's where I come in.
Jamie is Gigi's teacher and she's desperate to keep her favorite student safe.
But as clues to Gigi's mom's disappearance crop up in new and unexpected places, the two of us clash and mesh with wild intensity.
I've never felt like this about a woman before.
I want her.
I need her.
I crave her.
And I'm going to take her, again and again... Until I overdose.
Ravage
I’m a man of few words. The ones I use are violent:
Brawl. Claim. Ravage.
It was lust at first sight.
She looked too damn nice up on that stage to pass up.
A body that curved in all the right places.
Skin demanding that I seize it and squeeze it.
And those eyes…
Eyes I’d never forget.
What would you have done?
I know what I did: I bought her.
Then I took her home and let her know who she belonged to now.
She screamed my name until the rafters shook.
Don’t act like you would have done anything different.
That should have been the end of it.
But if she was just an expensive lay,
you wouldn’t be reading this story.
There was a whole lot more I had yet to find out.
Only one thing I knew for certain:
I hadn’t had my fill of Michelle.
Not. Even. Close.
Bounty
A picture is worth a thousand words, but I only need three:
You. Are. Mine.
The life I lead isn't for the faint of hea
rt.
A man like me has to say what he means.
Take what he wants.
And fight to keep what he has.
Erica thought she would be safe behind her camera.
Little did she know she was teetering on the edge of the rabbit hole.
When she sees something she shouldn't have,
she falls in.
She's lucky I showed up when I did.
Without me, she'd be thrown to the wolves.
Torn apart.
Devoured.
But it doesn't take long before she starts to wonder.
Is she better off on her own…
…or at the mercy of the beast inside me?
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter.
I tell her how it is: