It’s been two years since I was traded to the Stone Riders Motorcycle Club. While it saved my life, I was forced to leave behind the only person that ever mattered to me. Dripping with tattoos, his hai…
In a tangled mess of betrayal and chaos, I was moved almost overnight onto rival territory under the protection of the one man I never wanted to be a burden to.
Usually, watching a notorious biker club mourn the loss of their beloved president would be a dangerous choice. Ten out of ten do not recommend. Unless of course, you're family. I didn't really consid…
Three months ago, I had the best night of my life at my friend’s wedding. The man was confident, smooth, gorgeous as sin. We had a connection that I had never felt with anyone. Or so I thought, because …
