Outlaws’ Dirty Secret, a brand new reverse harem/why choose motorcycle romance!

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?