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Bound to the Bikers , the third book in the series is out, and this time the lucky heroine who’s going to find her over-the-top tough-as-nails bad-boy biker harem is Faith, none other than Eagle-eye’s daughter.

Our heroes Alpha, Ripper and Blade are tasked with protecting Faith from a rival biker gang after she comes across a videotape that holds incriminating clues to a dark family history that everyone wants their hands on. Turns out very quickly, though, that what Alpha, Ripper and Blade want their hands on is Faith. 

And they do. Lots. 

If you like spicy hot reverse harem scenes, over the top biker action, and broken heroes with a bit of a rough edge and a sweet spot for our heroine, then here’s your next set of book boyfriends.

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For three hot bikers, off-limits just became no limits

My father will kill them if they touch me, but when our family's dark past crashes into my quiet life, my cute little bookstore goes up in smoke and I'm thrown into the arms of three wickedly irresistible bikers.

All dads are protective, but mine is the president of the Screaming Eagles MC, so he really means it. To keep me safe, he sends three trusted men to be my bodyguards: Alpha, Blade and Ripper.

They're everything my mother warned me about. Brash, deadly, sizzlingly hot, and really bad at following the rules. Now that we're trapped together on the run, is loyalty enough to keep them from worshiping the body they were sent to guard? Mine.

Alpha is the big, muscular shield that stands between me and everything that wants to hurt me. When he snaps an order, he expects it to be obeyed. I'm not one of his men, though, so why does his masterful voice make me want to submit to whatever he demands?

Ripper is rough, inked and missing one hand, but that doesn't make him any less lethal. When the nights grow dark, and my thoughts even darker, he's there to make me smile and pleasure it all away.

Blade is lean muscle and coiled strength, scars and tattoos. He wields knives like they're part of him. There’s a darkness in his eyes, but when he looks at me, all I feel is the heat of flames, not the shadows that lurk in his past.

A secret from my father's past has turned my life upside down and there are killers on our heels, but this time I'm not afraid.

Not with Ripper, Blade and Alpha here to protect me.

BOUND TO THE BIKERS is a motorcycle club reverse harem romance with a happy ever after ending. It's book 3 in the Screaming Eagles MC Series of standalone romances with characters who continue to make appearances.

The Screaming Eagles MC is back, and I’m super excited! Release day always comes with enough butterflies in my stomach to carry me off, but I really hope you’ll enjoy Havoc, Sledge and Phoenix, three big, dangerous bikers who’ve fallen head over heels for single mom Shelby and her little girl Mia.

Havoc has history with Shelby, but it takes a lot for him to see her as more than like a little sister. Sledge is better at talking with his fists than his words, but when it comes to Shelby, he’s a teddy bear. And Phoenix has a dark background that challenges their relationship, even when he would do anything to keep both Shelby and Mia from harm.

So if that doesn’t have you ready to go meet them, maybe a little sample will?

Excerpt: Sledge

Shelby blushes, and this time when she looks away, I don’t think it’s because I’ve messed up. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

Sweet?

Last night I was pounding someone’s face in, and this morning my laundry skills were put to the test because there was blood all over my clothes. I’ve been called a lot of things, but sweet ain’t one of them. Am I reading this wrong? Is this flirting? It’s so much easier at the club. When someone crawls into my fucking lap and shakes themselves in my face, I know what to do. When Havoc or Phoenix find a girl and we take her back for some fun, I know what to do.

With Shelby? I have no damn clue.

I'm going on pure instinct when I slide my hand behind her neck and lean in, brushing my lips against hers. I keep it light, ready to back off if I've read this all wrong. But her lips are so soft and warm, and for the first time in a long time, I want to know what it’d be like to take my time. To taste and tease and savor.

She makes a small, surprised noise, but doesn't pull away, I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. She tastes like chocolate, rich and creamy. What would it be like to taste all of her? Her hands curl into my shirt, and when I press my body to hers, she moans a little and leans into me, letting me feel the way her softness molds to me.

Her fingers dance across my chest and under the edge of my shirt. They're cool against my skin, and her touch is making me stir to life. I can't remember wanting anyone so damn badly before. Playing around is easy, but this is deeper than that. I wanna devour her.

“Sledge,” Shelby sighs my name when I kiss along her jaw and down to her neck. She's clinging to me, and when my hand skims up her side, she pushes into it. “I shouldn't, but… it's been so long and all of a sudden you three are here and it's making me want things again… I just…”

“Don't think. Just feel.” I tell her, nibbling her neck and stroking her side. “Will you let me take care of you?”

Shelby hesitates, but then she nods.

The Screaming Eagles MC is back again in their ninth installment, but don’t worry if you haven’t read the rest. Each one is meant to be readable on its own, though if you want to get to know all the side characters and backstories, the rest will happily bring you up to date!

I’m tingling with nervousness, as always. With so many books under my belt, you’d think I’d be over it, but every single one is a new baby that I hope will grow and thrive and make lots of readers happy, and that’s exciting. And scary!

That being said, I hope you’ll love reading about Scrapper, Reaper and Mack and how they fall for journalism student Mila. She’s determined to get her wrongfully convicted brother out of jail and quickly stirs up a hornets’ nest of corruption. Those in power have no qualms about ‘getting rid of her’ and she’s lucky she’s got three big, dangerous, head-over-heels fallen for her bikers who are determined to keep her safe.

So if that doesn’t have you ready to go meet them, maybe a little sample will?

Mila

I raise my gaze, finding Mack right in front of me. He still has a hand on my thigh, and takes my hand with the other, to comfort me, I guess.

I lean in and kiss him.

For just a moment, he seems surprised that I took the initiative, but then he meets my kiss passionately. I need contact, I need to feel them against me, just so I can feel human. To feel cradled between all three of their bodies and know that nothing can get at me without getting past them first.

The moment we disconnect, I whirl and find Scrapper. He's ready, capturing my head between his hands and pulling me in. His tongue teases my lips until I open to him and tangle his tongue with mine. I grab his forearms, gripping them as we kiss, pressing myself hard against him.

When I come up for air, gasping like a free diver in the ocean, I turn to Reaper. Our lips meet roughly, and he settles me on his lap so I'm straddling his narrow hips. I wrap my arms around his neck as his fingers dig into my sides, an aching promise that he'll never let me go. A crooked smile forms on his lips as we part.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Just…” All sorts of intrusive thoughts flood me. I draw a shuddering breath, then look right into the darkness in his sexy eyes. “Be good to me. Make me forget, at least for a little while. Make me feel human again.”

“You sure?” Mack asks from right behind me. I press my back into him, leaning back while Reaper starts to pull off my shirt.

“Stop asking. Please.”

When my shirt hits the floor, Scrapper leans in. “We're gonna take care of you,” he says in a harsh whisper. “Now, and after.”

Leaning forward, I put a soft kiss on his lips. “That's all I want.”

I’m launching a brand new biker romance series, and I’m so excited about it! Meet Ghost, Tex and Riot, three panty-droppingly delicious members of the Outlaw Sons who find themselves with poor, innocent Jessica as their hostage. Jessica’s life has been anything but a dance on roses, and when they steal her away, she never wants to go back, even if it means living at the hands of a band of dangerous criminals. Of course, it doesn’t take long before she’s got the boys on her side and sparks fly, both in the bedroom and outside it.

If you like sinfully spice, over the top action and three deadly and handsome men who will do anything to keep their woman safe and happy, then Outlaws’ Property might just be the book for you!

The Outlaw Sons exist in the same world as the Screaming Eagles, so if you’ve read those books, you might notice a little reference here and there, but Outlaws’ Property is fully standalone, and written so that there is no need to know about anything else to fully enjoy the story and characters.

So if that doesn’t have you ready to go meet them, maybe a little sample will?


Jessica

Where am I?

My eyes pop open, showing me an unfamiliar wall.

Last night comes back to me in fragments. Bar, rock music, drinking… kisses. Oh my God, the kisses. I kissed all of them. Tex, Riot and Ghost. And I liked it. A lot. I think I even did pretty well, not that I have anything to compare it to, but they didn’t have any complaints and I’m pretty sure guys like them know the difference between a good kiss and a bad one.

I just can't believe I actually did it.

The bed shifts, and someone makes a low, sleepy noise. I slap a hand over my mouth, holding in the squeak of surprise. I turn as carefully as possible to see who I’m sharing a bed with, because I’m very sure it isn’t Anne.

Ghost is asleep beside me. He’s kicked off the blanket, and his head is turned the other way, with one arm slung over his eyes. I want to reach out and touch him, but it might break the spell.

His hair is undone and loose on his pillow. It’s shaved close on the sides, but long enough down the center to let him bind it back most of the time. Red glints in his short beard, and his lips are slightly parted. My eyes trail down his body, taking in the light dusting of hair on his chest that thickens as it approaches his boxers. His torso is covered in scars, signs of a dangerous life lived. Really dangerous, from the looks of it. And where there aren’t scars, there are colorful tattoos, just like up and down his arms. At least there aren’t any girlfriend names that I can see. Then my eyes drop lower.

My mouth goes dry, and it has nothing to do with not drinking enough water before I fell asleep.

Wow, from the look of the bulge under those shorts, he’s big everywhere.

What if I… No, I can’t. But he’s so still, so deeply asleep.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I inch my fingers closer to his leg. The moment my skin brushes his, he stirs. I quickly pull my hand back, biting my lip as he shifts in bed and sighs. The moment he settles back into sleep, I can’t help it. My hand slides down again, and I trace my fingers lightly across his thigh. I feel him stir, and then, all at once he jackknifes in bed and has me pinned beneath him before I can react, a knife at my throat that came out of nowhere.

I stay completely still, heart pounding like a rabbit caught in a snare. The most terrifying part is that I don't even think he knew he was doing it, because I'm inches from his face and I can see as comprehension fills his eyes and the tension in his body slowly fades. The hand holding the knife relaxes, but the blade stays in his grip. He looks like a feral creature, still ready to strike.

The Outlaw Sons: mercenary, dangerous and drop dead sexy.

This is the second book in the Property of Outlaw Sons MC series, but don’t worry if you missed the first book, since they’re all standalone, but in the same story universe.

Savage, Crank and Poe, three rugged, dangerous and downright sinfully sexy members of the Outlaw Sons MC, are hunting a bounty contract for a runaway. But when they find her, Paige is nothing like what they expected, and the more they learn, the more obvious it is that she’s the real victim in the situation. They’re not supposed to fall for their target, but how can they not, when she’s exactly the kind of woman that gets their motors running. The hunted becomes the hunter, and with her bikers now working to keep her safe instead of bringing her in, she might finally have a fighting chance!

If you like delicious spice, wild action, and absolute devotion from three of the deadliest, panty-meltingest rogues you’ll ever find, then why not give Outlaws’ Runaway a read?

The Outlaw Sons exist in the same world as the Screaming Eagles, so if you’ve read those books, you might notice a little reference here and there, but Outlaws’ Property is fully standalone, and written so that there is no need to know about anything else to fully enjoy the story and characters.

How about a little introduction to the boys?


Paige

The front door chimes, so I grab a stack of menus and turn to the door.

And stop dead in my tracks.

Wow.

Dark, mossy pupils with jade flecks widen when the biker sees me, like he's spotted something he likes, but his expression gives nothing away. My pulse spikes immediately, adrenaline surging while my two working brain cells spin out of control on the hamster wheel in my skull. His short hair is thick and dark, with just a hint of red in it. A closely trimmed beard traces the outline of his defined jaw. He's built strong, his black T-shirt clinging to him in all the right places underneath his biker vest. Dark tattoos snake up his bare, muscled arms, and narrow hips give him that perfect upside down V-shape of someone who works his body hard.

I wet my bone dry lips, swallowing thickly as I try to remember what I’m supposed to be doing.

He rakes that emerald gaze from my face, all the way down to my feet and right back up. If he was a book, his cover would say: ‘Content warning: do not read in public’. And I get the feeling he isn’t even trying. Just by existing, he’s making me wonder if I should forget all my troubles and go for a ride.

“Uh…”

He grins. “Got room for three?”

Oh right. This is planet earth. I'm at work. Just not doing a very good job of it. I don't trust my voice to come out as more than a squeak, so I nod and gesture towards a booth by the window.

“Table, if you don’t mind.” He plucks a menu out of my hand and heads towards an empty spot.

Once he looks away, my heartbeat settles for a moment.

And then speeds right back up.

Two more men walk in, wearing the same kind of leather vest. The first is a giant, with a thick beard and a shaved head. Thick brows emphasize his deep blue eyes, and he grins when he sees me staring. I can’t look at him without wondering what it would be like to have those big, strong arms around me, and to rest my head on the center of his broad chest. Would it be smooth? Fuzzy? Covered in tattoos? He's pure bulk. His gray T-shirt is straining at the seams, and his jeans are so tight over his thighs that I can make out how his corded muscles move as he walks. He could take three of me and juggle us without breaking a sweat.

He reaches out and takes a menu from my frozen hand. Naked bodies writhe together in a colorful tattoo sleeve that starts at his left wrist and vanishes into his shirt. I can’t look away, shocked to see just about every sex position I can imagine and some I couldn't until just now. It's like a big knotwork puzzle, except it's all porn. Expertly drawn, but porn. My face glows hot, and I don't know if I'm embarrassed, scandalized, or just plain turned on.

“Thank you, honey.” He grins, and his smile is just as big and broad as the rest of him. Where the heck did these guys come from? We've had plenty of bikers through here in the few days I've been around, and some have been cute, but none have been like this.

I gesture the way his friend went, I guess in case he didn’t notice? Maybe they didn’t want a booth because he wouldn’t fit. Oh my God, my subconscious is obsessed. I shake my head to clear it.

The third biker cocks his head and watches me like he can hear every mortifying thought. His thick dark hair is long, hanging free on either side of his handsome face. He’s the youngest of the three, lean and strong with cheekbones that could cut glass. His full lips are way too sexy and kissable for his own good. At first glance, he doesn’t have the same
overwhelming aura of danger, but when our eyes meet, everything changes. His beauty transforms into a deadly trap. A beautiful panther, showing off soft fur and hoping I don’t notice the sharp teeth and blood-tipped claws until it’s too late. With only a whisper of a smile, he strips my clothes off one by one until I'm left naked and exposed to him.

I clutch the last menu to my chest like I can hide behind it.

“Easy. We don't bite. Much.” He runs a finger over the back of my hand and takes the menu, sliding it from my numb grasp. His arms are bare, but there’s a hint of a black tattoo peeking out from his t-shirt collar and running up his neck.

I’m a strong, independent woman, raised to stand up for myself and not shrink away and hide. If Mom was here, she would laugh and say, “Pull yourself together, Paige. Feed them enough beans and they’ll fart like the rest of us.” Now, she used to say that about people who thought they were better than us, not stupidly hot bikers, but I think the lesson still stands. People are people, no matter how good looking. And yet, here I am, struggling to get a word out.

He chuckles under his breath as he joins his friends. On the back of all three of their jackets is the same big skull logo with some machine parts crossed behind it, almost like a pirate flag, and in curved text over it reads, “Outlaw Sons.”

Oooooh, crap. These aren’t just hot guys with motorcycles. They’re bad news in tempting packages, even if my gut is telling me to roll over and let them pet my tummy.

The Outlaw Sons MC are back, rougher and sexier than ever!

This is the third book in the Property of Outlaw Sons MC series, but don’t worry if you missed the first book, since they’re all standalone, but in the same story universe.

—Dragon takes a step forward, putting himself close enough that I can smell the sharp forest scent of soap on his skin. “When a pretty girl dresses up and crashes one of our parties, every man in here is gonna assume she’s here for one thing,” he whispers right in my ear—

Willow, an innocent romance author who’s landed her first book deal has never actually… fully gotten there, if you know what I mean? Luckily, Skyhigh, Blackout and Dragon are three very experienced bikers who have taken on the task of teaching her everything she needs to know to write a spicy romance that’ll knock your socks off.

Everything else comes off as well, of course! 😉

But MC members lead dangerous lives, and what is fun and games in one moment turns into the kind of life-threatening danger that only her big, bad, possessive biker teachers can save her from. It’ll keep you at the edge of your seat, right up to the nerve-racking finale.

But of course there’s a happily ever after, just in case you were worried!

If you like hot spice with a dash of cuffs and a spreader bar, over-the-top action, and three roguish, deadly, panty-melting bikers who’ll burn down the world to keep their woman safe, then Outlaws’ Dirty Secret is just waiting for you.

How about a little introduction to the boys?


Willow

Before I can decide, three huge men vault over the fence from the property next door. They’ve been working on the house for the past week so it shouldn’t be a surprise that they’re shirtless, but my jaw still drops at being so close to the miles of tan skin and tattoos they’re showing off. All of them are scanning the yard, looking ready to bust heads and kick ass.

I’d probably appreciate the view a lot more if I wasn’t so focused on the potential murder victim in my backyard.

“What happened?” the tallest snaps like an order.

His long, dark hair is pulled back with a leather band, and a massive dragon tattoo spirals out around his torso, so detailed it looks ready to spit fire. He’s lean and strong, with sharp features and a pale scar cutting down his throat. It starts behind his left ear and looks like it's lucky it didn’t kill him.

I point in the direction of my gruesome find. “B—bones…”

“Bones?” A second man eyes me with bright blue eyes under a desert camo print baseball cap. His broad shoulders give him a perfect V-shape that narrows to his hard six-pack. Bands of black ink circle his arms and short, dark blond beard graces his square jaw. Worn jeans hug his muscular thighs as he moves to investigate closer, the faded outline of a wallet clear over his tight butt.

“Easy, girl,” the third man says in a deep, smooth baritone as he walks to my side. “Whatever you found hasn’t been a problem for anyone for a long, long time. Let Skyhigh and Dragon check it out. What’s your name, honey? Look at me.” His tone is gentle, but it’s used to being obeyed.

I look up into deep green eyes flecked with brown like moss on a forest floor. His reddish brown hair falls in short, wild curls, but there’s nothing boyish about him. Not with the black studs in his ears and the nose that looks like someone broke it long ago and he set it himself. But he’s striking. They all are, in that ‘this isn’t a good idea but it might be worth it anyway’ kind of way.

I rub my hand over the leg of my pants, still feeling the brittle dryness of the bone in my fingers. “Wi—Willow.”

“Pretty name for a pretty lady,” he says with a grin. “I’m Blackout.”

Blackout, Skyhigh and Dragon?

It’s been a long time since the last Screaming Eagles book, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. When Eagle-eye informs you that it’s time for a new book, you listen, because you always want to stay on Eagle-eye’s good side!

So, I’m excited to present Mile High With the Bikers, book ten in the ever-expanding Screaming Eagles MC universe, and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

This time, it’s Bull, Diesel and Shrapnel’s turns to meet the woman they don’t know they’ll fall in love with yet, but that they’re willing to die for by the end. And I pity anyone who dares to mess with her. #touchheranddie

As always, this book is a standalone story that can be enjoyed without having read all the other ones, but there’ll be plenty of familiar characters making appearances, so if you find yourself curious about those, there are plenty of books to choose from for their stories. And if you’ve read all of the first nine, welcome home to the Screaming Eagles MC clubhouse!

Rory has grown up in a gilded cage of a life, surrounded by luxury, but devoid of freedom. When she suddenly gets an opportunity to do something wild with three very sexy, very hung, very handsome members of the Screaming Eagles MC, she grabs that opportunity with both hands and whatever other body parts she can get involved.

Cue strip poker, a wild introduction to the Mile High club, a hijacking, an in-flight brawl, gunshots and a plane crash, and we’ve barely even started our story!

At the Screaming Eagles compound, Rory finds all the love, family and loyalty that she never knew in her old life. Which is all well and good, until it turns out that she knows more than she lets on, that there are some very dangerous people who are after her because of it, and that the only people she truly can trust in the end are her big, sexy bikers and the motorcycle club that backs them.

So hang onto your seats for another over-the-top biker romance, packed with wild adventure, panty-melting spice, and three big, roguish, fantasy-inducing bikers who will break every law in the book if it means that the lucky woman they’ve fallen for is made safe.

And as always, a happily ever after is the only acceptable ending!

How about a little sample?

Bull

"So is the mile high club a real thing?" I ask her.

"I... don't know? I guess?" Rory scans her cards briefly, exchanges one, then puts them down. "I mean, lots of planes like this have bedrooms, right? If you think about how many planes fly every single day, I bet it’s not that unusual."

"And you’ve never snuck in a test run?" Even after drawing three, all I've got is a pair of fives. That's not gonna get me anywhere. I toss them to join Diesel's. "Fold."

Her eyes open wide at my suggestion. She's so fucking cute, the way her fair skin flushes so quickly when she’s shocked. "What? No way! Are you crazy?" The shock turns into a wild laugh that she covers with her hand, like it caught her completely off guard. "I can't even imagine—"

"I can." Shrapnel winks.

Diesel closes his eyes. “Imagining it right now, actually.”

I flick a card at him and he bats it away with a laugh.

“You guys are so bad. Call." Her tone is scolding, but she's struggling to hide her grin.

And yet she’s still sitting with us. I don't know her yet, but I know when a girl is enjoying our attention. She could've gotten up from this table at any time if she wanted to.

"You have no idea how fucking bad we can be." Shrapnel tosses his hand on the table, but he's looking right at her. A fucking pair of fours. If that wins...

"Well..." Rory’s smile is pure satisfaction. "I think I know a little bit at least." She giggles as she drops two pairs on the table, taking the hand again.

That's it, no more fucking around. "We're letting you win."

"Are not." She narrows her pretty eyes and tightens her jaw, her nostrils flaring just a little as she glares.

I think I hit a sore spot. Shit just got more interesting. “Are too,” I lie. “Just three big, bad bikers letting the pretty girl feel like she’s keeping up.” I grin obnoxiously, baiting her and loving the barely contained fury heating those cool eyes.

Oh, someone doesn’t like having her skill questioned. I think I'm gonna like this side of her.

Rory gathers the cards up, her glare never leaving my face. If her eyes could shoot sparks, my face would be charred. Without ever looking down, she shuffles, a perfect butterfly followed by a perfect bridge, making Diesel's eyes widen. She might be better at that than he is. Twice more, proving that it wasn't a fluke. "Then how about we up the stakes?"

I think I'm in love. "Name the game, angel."

She pauses a moment, then puts down two of the hundred dollar bills she got off the asshole up front. “How’s that for stakes?”

I just laugh at her. “How’s that higher stakes for you? Those just dropped into your pocket a minute ago. Try harder.”

That flare in her eyes only grows brighter. A moment of thought, and then she tips her chin up. “Yeah? Strip poker. If you’re just playing me then I bet you’ll love that. And if not…” She shrugs. “I still don’t think you’ll win.”

The room falls completely quiet except for the rumble of the jet engines outside. The gauntlet has been thrown down, and I really believe she thinks there’s no way we’ll take her up on that.

Diesel jumps at the bait. "You’re on."

"Fine by me." Shrapnel grins. "You want us naked, we'll oblige."

She blinks, like it didn’t quite occur to her that from our point of view, any amount of getting naked with her was a step in the right fucking direction.

I laugh. “If you’re that desperate to see how far this ink goes, who are we to stop you? Deal me in.”

Shocked or not, Rory is too competitive to back down. “Good. Yeah, good.” She passes out the cards, her movements quick and efficient. "Lowest hand, one piece of clothing?"

"Sounds good to me." Maybe there fucking is a God, because my hand comes up three kings, right off the bat.

With lowest hand losing, there's no reason to fold, so we're all in. I pull two cards that do nothing for me. She pulls three, so probably a pair. I don't even care what Shrapnel and Diesel pull. They don’t have shit I haven’t seen before. But Rory here? That’s a tight little package I wouldn’t mind seeing unwrapped.

Diesel puts down a pair of fives. Shrapnel's got nothing but an ace. He chuckles, knowing he might be the one to start stripping. I put my cards down and grin. "Three kings. I like the implication of that."

She rolls her eyes, then puts down an eight of hearts. A four of hearts, a ten, a three. Finally, the queen. Her eyes spark and her voice is music as she declares, "Hearts flush, queen high."

And here I thought my innuendo game was solid.

Shrapnel groans and shrugs off his cut.

The game is on.