Breed MC

To keep the peace between two rival wolf packs, Cajun werewolf Jace Jones agrees to become the alpha of The Breed pack and motorcycle club. There's just one catch: he needs to mate the former alpha's daughter and he's damned certain she hasn't chosen him. His new mate is sweet and sexy as sin, but she's also been brutalized by the pack and the last thing she needs is one more wolf in her life. But before he can take his place as leader of the Breed, he'll have to teach his woman her place...in the club, in his arms, and in his heart.

Werewolf shifter Ware Evans lives for the road, his bike, and his MC. He has his own brand of honor. And when a member of the Breed motorcycle club kidnaps a human female, Ware's ready to take action. Free the girl. Punish the wolf. Make sure said girl never talks about the club or reveals its shifter secrets. Club rules come first and Ware is the enforcer of the rulebook. But when Ware actually meets the naked woman tied up in the remote Louisiana Bayou cabin, sees the fear and defiance in her soft brown eyes, all bets are off.

Grant "Blade" Dean spent years fighting for the Breed Motorcycle Club. He's sworn fealty to the MC's alpha, and pack comes first...until he rescues a human female from a territory war. He's no white knight, and he's tired of the fighting. He's found his woman, and now he'll do whatever it takes to keep her. Blade is 50 shades of wrong and Leah Holmes knows it. She knew it when she gave him her virginity four years ago and she knows it when he talks his way onto her houseboat. He's a bad boy biker, a killer - and a wolf.

I don't play well with other wolves. The pack needs muscle, and I provide it as their enforcer. My biker name is Gator - after the alligator that chewed my face up. Sure I can make a woman scream with pleasure, but the scars on my face? That's truth in advertising right there. There's not an ounce of pretty in me. I fight, I ride - and I do it alone. So chasing the gorgeous marine biologist who wanders into my bayou hunting for wolves is not my smartest move. She's Beauty. I'm the Beast. That story's already been told and life's fresh out of happy endings.

The wolf totally gets a bad rap in Little Red Riding Hood. There he is, eating that naughty girl up, and the huntsman barges in with his big ax. I’ll bet she loved it. I’ll bet she adored her big, bad wolf right up until she didn’t get her happy ending. This wolf doesn’t disappoint in bed. Ever. Everywhere else? Absolutely. I’ve got a long, colorful history of disappointing my pack mates and fellow bikers in the Breed MC. I’ve never met a rule I wouldn’t break, but now I’m ready to make up for it. I’ll atone for my crimes. Live happily ever after.