As the president of the Sin City Outlaw Motorcycle Club, I fuck as hard as I ride and rarely go to bed alone. The women are fast, and the violence is intense. I excel in both. People either respect me or fear me. I'm not arrogant. It's just the truth.
Cherry's life growing up was nothing short of a nightmare. Having an abusive father forced her to fend for herself from an early age. Bruised and emotionally broken, she finally escaped, running straight into the comfort that Lip's arms brought. In the beginning everything seemed to fall into place perfectly. He made her forget the messed-up ways of her life. But secrets can't stay neglected. They have a habit of revealing themselves regardless of the consequences.
Road captain of the Devil's Dust Motorcycle Club, Bobby has the scars to prove just how dangerous his life is. He gives the world he knows hell and loves every moment of it. Wearing a panty-dropping grin along the way, his fierce life has never been a problem for him, until her. Jessica is the only female who has him distracted in his game. After taking him to bed, she's the only woman to tell him to take a hike. Waking with her gone, he can't resist her pull.
The Devil's Dust MC has a list of new threats to the club's lifestyle. Dani, to prove her loyalty, is trying to embrace a part of herself that she never knew existed until now. A sinful beast lurking beneath her surface has been awakened and is ready to eliminate anyone that stands in its way. Looking at her stained hands, she rinses the blood from them. She resigns herself to innocence lost and welcomes her thirst for more blood.
When Dani's sheltered life is turned upside down by her mother's secrets, she finds protection with her estranged outlaw father. Against all warnings, she falls for bad boy biker Shadow. He is beast and beauty sealed in a leather cut with a gun holster. Can Dani learn to live within the club rules? Is she more like her father than she could imagine?
Being the vice president of the Sin City Outlaws Motorcycle Club comes with its perks. Respect, power, and easy women whenever I want. I have control in everything I do. Because of that, I wasn't expecting my president to put me on babysitting duty, and on a female cop of all fu--ing people. I kill law enforcement, not protect them. Alessandra pretends to be the good guy hiding behind that shiny badge. But I see the darkness dancing in her eyes, and it draws me to her in the worst way.
Brotherhood is what Bull bleeds and all that he knows. Being the king of the Devil's Dust and surrounded by easy women was his everyday...until having his heart broken rooted him to the bottom of a whiskey bottle. Heartbroken and drowning in lost memories, he's unsure of the direction of his life when the answer - consisting of a terrified Mexican girl - nearly knocks him off his feet. He sees Anahi, and he wants her. But she may come with more baggage than Bull is ready for.
All I ever wanted was to be a female fighter. It was in my blood to smack people around. Some girls wore pink dresses and makeup; I wore sneakers and bruises. I was a loner, stuck to myself because I was different, until Camden Steel moved next door. I punched him in the mouth, and he saw me through rose-colored glasses from that day on. I had everything I ever wanted. The boy next door, inspiring career...until I didn't.
I'm an outlaw. I don't fall in love, and I sure as fuck don't run.... All that changed, though, when I met Jillian McAdams. I fell for a law-abiding sheriff, breaking my vows to my own club and turning her against her family of blue. An outlaw and a sheriff. It can end only one way - in mayhem. Now we both have to pay the ultimate price for betraying our families. I swore to kill my brother, his allegiance sworn to another club, if I ever saw him again. Yet here I am running to him in hopes to save Jillian's life....
I'm Mac, the intel guy of the Sin City Outlaws motorcycle club. When it comes to technology, there's no reading between the lines or emotions to decipher. I prefer two interactions with people. I either f--k them or kill them. Then Simone Ray walks into my life with sad brown eyes, beautiful lips, and pregnant with a child that could possibly share the same bloodline of a fallen brother. I'm the last person that should play daddy. I'm a biker and am no role model, but being with a woman who is anything but basic and far from a club chick stirs a wind of chaos that I can't escape.
I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. I'm out of my mind and my life isn't even mine half the time. Having Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate assumption. Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose. It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me. Him. In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.
I'm an animal, a member of the Sin City Outlaws motorcycle club that isn't capable of human compassion. So I've been told, anyway. Raven is my club's prisoner. I've been ordered to break her. It should be easy given my violent history. But being this close to a woman - this woman - for the first time in a long time, is like sharing company with the demon Lilith herself. She's my perfect toy. Filled with a dark rage. Blessed with perfected beauty. Sinfully sweet and wickedly divine. Everything about her solicits the demons inside me. I want to hear her screams.
Zane has learned everything he knows from his father, the most dangerous biker of the Devil's Dust MC. He devours the darkness with a cocky grin and no f--ks to give. His immoral obsessions barely keep him content in a life of chaos and havoc until he finds himself craving more. Addie doesn't need the risk that comes with Zane . . . that is, until her perfectly orchestrated life takes a sudden turn and she's left with nowhere else to go.
Legend has it that there's an intangible red string that binds two souls destined to be together. No matter the time, place, or circumstance, nothing can break the invisible thread between those two people who are meant to be together. That's what it was like between Warner and me - an instant connection, like we'd always been together. He and I, both from traumatized families, found comfort in one another. The boy with the letterman jacket and charismatic smile. And me, his bohemian princess. The invisible string pulling us to one another despite the danger our love created.
People say I have everything. They're wrong. I may have looks, money, and privilege, but I don't have the one thing that really matters, the one thing I crave: a woman with eyes only for me. I'm searching for my woman - one who will fall to her knees because I'm her king. She'll wear the crown of my tarnished name, and long for me when I'm not near. And when I am close, she'll be naked across my lap, feeling the sting of my palm across her milky skin. You could say I'm a sinner because I'd do anything to have the perfect woman.