Author: carmenjenner
When I was ten, my father indoctrinated me into the family.A brotherhood who would fight, protect, and give their lives for one another. A club whose ties ran thicker than blood, murkier than the dirt and grime that tainted my soul. Stronger than the bonds that connected me to my own family.A band of brothers, where loyalty was kept and paid in a currency of blood.When I was twenty-seven, I … was twenty-seven, I betrayed that brotherhood.I’ve spent every day since running, avoiding paying back that debt.My name is Daniel Johnson. I have betrayed everyone I ever loved.And I’ll betray…
Killer. Criminal. Sociopath.All of these words have been used to describe me, and for the longest time I believed that that’s all I was.I’m the man you call in to clean up your mess, assuming your mess is a guy who needs a bullet to the head. I’m the man the MC calls when they want their dirty work done.I’m the man who doesn’t feel.Until now.Until her.Now my mess is a woman who won’t save … her.Now my mess is a woman who won’t save herself. I’ll fight like hell to save her, but at what price to the club?…
Red Maine’s blue-collared bad boy, North Underwood, has a dirty little secret—Will Tanner. Friends since kindergarten, North had been the one to jump first, and his fall into Will’s bed ten years ago had been no exception. Will and North had been inseparable, but things change, people grow apart, and even a blazing flame can dwindle to a dying ember over time. The more things change the more they … time. The more things change the more they stay the same. After a run-in with a bottle of Bundy rum, Will and North find themselves in a compromising and all too familiar position.Blurred lines,…
Jake Tucker is broken. At twenty-two, he went in to the Marine Corps a naïve, troubled youth. Nine years and four tours later, Jake finds himself back on US soil, though his mind remains firmly planted in the sands of Afghanistan with the men he left behind.Wounded, chewed up and spat out by war, Jake has only his dog, Nuke, PTSD, and survivor’s guilt to keep him company. He’s lived every day for … every day for nine years wondering when it will be his last, but there’s little comfort in the fact that he’s still standing when his platoon…
Ana Belle never wanted anything more than to hang up her apron, jump on her Vespa, and ride off into the sunset, leaving Sugartown in the dust.Elijah Cade never wanted anything more than a hot meal, a side of hot arse and a soft place to lay his head at night where he could forget about his past. But you know what they say about wanting: you always want what you can’t have. Ana is about to … have. Ana is about to discover that’s not quite true because a six foot three, hotter than hell, tattooed, biker god just rode into town.…