Ravage MC Bound

Cooper Cruz knows what it means to be surrounded and bound by family. Loyalty, brotherhood, and protection are all learned, earned, and respected by him and the Ravage Motorcycle Club family he grew up in. At the same, he's a man having fun and living the life he has always envisioned, until a trip to Florida changes everything. Bristyl Daniels knows what it means to be smothered and bound by family. Bonds run deep with her father and all the members of the Sinister Sons Motorcycle Club she has grown up in.

Deke Gavelson has wanted his Ravage cut for as long as he can remember. He's earned it. He was born to be in this club. He's not afraid to fight for his place, either. Then she barreled into his world, and Deke suddenly desires something more than his rag and winning the next round. Rylie Hollister has lived through hell and back. Each event makes her the strong, independent woman she is today. Until a bitter underground fighter threatens to turn her plans upside down.

Guilt, hate, anger, fear - all these emotions are a dangerous concoction. Too bad every single one of them runs through my veins, just waiting to break through. I refuse to let him win. I refuse to be the woman I've been for the past few months. No more. Revenge will be mine.

The attraction was powerful and undeniable, neither knowing where it would lead, but both willing to go along for the ride. A bond between them developed, weaving itself towards something good and right. In the flash of a moment, one decision changed the course of everything. Ty "Green" Burm had a family, a job he loved, and a woman he was ready to call his. With the Ravage MC at his back, he knew he could take on anyone. Except the Red Devil's MC got to Leah first. The things they did to her.... Unspeakable hell. Leah Johnston is now lost, broken, and torn.

When everything changes, destiny is all we can hold onto. Emery finds herself caught between two very different men, unable to keep her heart out of the mix. Sometimes we bleed for others, and sometimes the past, it just won't let go. Other times, some people walk away, not allowing us to have a choice in the matter.

Lennox "Nox" Cruz can't turn his back. No matter the collateral damage, he can't walk away. He simply isn't that kind of man. Carsyn Devero is in too deep. The skeletons in her closet come out daily to remind her of the past she can't escape. A chance encounter brings a boy who is now a man back into her world. As much as she knows she needs to walk away, Nox won't let her. She's stuck and doesn't want to drag him down into her storm. He's relentless and refuses to let her fall. They're bound by the wreckage, only holding onto hope no one else will go down with them.

Coming home from the Marines, Micah Tugger doesn't know what to expect, but knows there are consequences to pay to the Ravage Motorcycle Club. He'd left Sumner, Georgia, a confused boy and now has come back a man, one who knows what he wants in life and that includes his family. But will the brothers of the Ravage MC accept him? Or turn him away?

Micah thought he was on the right path, making amends with the Ravage MC and taking responsibility for his daughter Remy. Suddenly, everything turned on its head. Now he, along with the brothers of the Ravage MC, have a serious task. Figure out who is responsible for the chaos surrounding them. Can he do this, keep his woman and child safe, and prove to the brothers of the MC that he is ready to be a part of their family?

Oh what a wicked web we weave . . . Marine, Benjamin Dryerson has been to war and knows the ugly side of freedom. It changes a man leaving him knowing what is important in life. He's found peace in the Ravage Motorcycle Club and the family that comes with the cut. And her . . . Katie lives in a constant war of her own, a battle of wills against herself with no escaping. She knows the cruel side of freedom. What most people take for granted, she's had to claw for a sliver of good.

Every day like clockwork I entered into Fallon's Bakery. Coffee. That was what I told myself. I was just coming for coffee. It had absolutely nothing to do with the woman who always had flour on her face, her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, and a wide smile to greet every single person who entered the store. Even for me.