Ivy is a biker bitch who doesn’t take life seriously. When the members of the Dust Bowl Devils get a little too rough, she laughs and brushes it off. When her competition with the new girl in town turns dirty, she finds the whole thing amusing. And when the president of the club warns her to be careful, that their rivals are out for trouble and blood, she nods and smiles and has another drink. Until Theo. The mysterious biker from the East Coast chapter is big, badass, and handsome as all hell. Their undeniable attraction is no laughing matter; she refuses to be pushed away, blissfully unaware of the dangerous mission that puts him and anyone near him in jeopardy. He’s there to hunt down two new members of the Devils’ rival club. They’re the sort of men that make the Devils look downright wholesome. Ivy thought she knew a world of sex, drugs, and violence, but when she falls into their hands, she quickly learns that she’s only dabbled. Will Theo and the Devils come for her, or will they back down in the face of a club that’s taken a far more dark and ruthless turn? Rivalry, friendship, love violence passion - this novel also contains explicit language and graphic adult content. It is suitable for mature readers only.

Trouble begets troubles. Bad luck draws more bad luck. The only way out is to break the cycle. Gunner hadn't figured out how to do that yet. He thought he’d reached a low point. He’d alienated himself from his club and even his father declared him an irreparable screw-up. When one more devastating blow strikes home, with no one to turn to, he’s certain it will end him. Everything changes when Senna falls into his life. "I want you. As soon as you realize how bad this is for you, you’d better disappear from here. But until that day comes, I'm taking you. You're mine. Got it?" They come from completely separate worlds - she’s the daughter of a white collar criminal; he’s the son of a former MC club president. She’s unreadable; he wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s lived too hard and she hasn’t lived much at all. Bad luck set them on their collision course. The same force threatens to tear them apart - but maybe together they can begin dig themselves out. Devastation, redemption, love violence passion - this full-length novel also contains explicit language and graphic adult content. It is suitable for mature readers only. (Author’s note: Devil's Fall contains spoilers for Devil's Girl but is a separate story - they do not need to be read together.)

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He chuckled as he zipped his pants. “Not until you beg for it. And I didn’t say you were allowed to beg yet.”Stubborn, hot-headed Lily only has three options - get married, get on her back, or get the hell out. The local MC makes the rules, and they rule the town. She chooses to leave. Nobody tells her what to do. Nobody bosses her around. Until she meets Nomad. He’s the former president of the Dust Bowl Devils. When he offers her a ride to LA, she jumps onto the back of his bike without looking back. But he’s got a different sort of ride in mind… Warning: This 20,000+ word novella contains explicit language and graphic adult content including wild and rough sex between a young woman and a dominating older biker. Excerpt: “We’ll be staying in this town for a day or two,” he said as he stood. I followed him back outside. “I’ve got some business to attend to. You’ll wait in the motel unless I take you out, understand? You don’t go anywhere alone.” “What?!” That was just too much. He may have been doing me a favor, but I wasn’t his prisoner. He raised an eyebrow at me. “How about you ask like someone that has some manners?” I knew I was being deliberately shitty. I couldn’t help it. I was stressed and far from home, and his calm about the whole situation was making me angry. “Care to tell me what the fuck, please, sir?” We’d reached his bike. He paused to kick the stand up, intending to walk it to the gas station just in the next lot. He didn’t look at me as he spoke. “Oh, honey. You’re going to pay for that.” Goosebumps rose on my arms. I followed him to the gas pumps, a few steps behind. What did he mean by “pay”? I should have taken off right then. Fact was, I wasn’t his prisoner and I wasn’t his family, and if I wanted to run screaming, no one would take his side. Hell, he might not even try to follow me. I could make my own way to LA, or to anyplace else. But something stopped me. That hint of promise in his threat.