Zoey Rose

Tank They call me Tank for a reason. Unstoppable. Impenetrable. Emotionless. The Savage Riders' VP and weapon, pointed at whoever needs destroying. Until my estranged sister brings Amelia and her daughter to our clubhouse door. Her courage in facing monsters, both the one chasing her and the one...

King I don't rescue damsels in distress. When Luna stepped off that midnight bus into my dying town, I saw her as a civilian. A complication. A potential pawn in the war brewing with the Iron Eagles. Then she refused to surrender. Fierce blue eyes, refusing to back down even with the odds...

The moment I saw her on that auction stage, I knew I'd kill every man in the room to get her out. Evelyn. Broken but not beaten. She thinks I'm just another monster who bought her, another devil in leather. She's not entirely wrong.

Wilder Rule number one in any MC: the president's daughter is off-limits. Emma Kane. Red hair, amber eyes, and a mouth that can cut glass. She hates everything about the MC world, especially the father who abandoned her. She even plans to become an FBI agent, for Christ's sake. I should keep my...

Beast My mother wants me to find a "nice girl," and I'm running out of excuses. So I do something desperate. I ask Tank's sister to pretend to be my girlfriend for one dinner. Jenny Bradley agrees, but her conditions are clear: help with her apartment renovations, provide protection, and most...

Blade I'm not built for tenderness. My hands know only violence, my soul carved hollow by years of bloodshed. Then she appeared... A runaway bride in the headlights of my Harley, blue eyes wild with fear and defiance. Kelly Stone. The first person to see past the monster to the man beneath. They...

Ace My kid's heartbeat on that ultrasound is the loudest sound I've ever heard in my life. Standing there with Sarah beside me, watching our baby on that screen, I finally understand what it means to have something worth dying for. She thinks I'm just another outlaw who'll abandon her, another...

Ghost I've spent twenty years convincing myself I'm too broken for love. Then I see her standing on that shelter porch with her four-year-old son, and everything changes. Debbie Wilson. Single mother. Survivor. Beautiful in ways that have nothing to do with looks. She should run from a man like...