Neither This, Nor That

George Bell, aka Twisted, knows the odds are against him. Have been all his life. Born in a Louisiana bordello, raised around the rough and rowdy men of a motorcycle club, he’s never been the lucky type. But he believes luck can change, so when fate gives him a glimpse of breathtaking beauty, he’s more than willing to roll the dice. Chancing upon what could be the woman of his dreams, he’s prepared to push this streak as far as he can.

Ralph Lewis, otherwise known as Po’Boy, made one decision that changed the trajectory of his entire life. On the losing end of a schoolyard fight, he’d been on his back in the dust, glaring up at the boy who’d flattened him. Had watched unbelieving as that same boy stretched out his hand, offering to help Ralph to his feet. Against every instinct, he had accepted. In that instant, he went from friendless pariah to having a partner and ally. For the first time in his life, he was respected...and feared.

Po’Boy, Wrench, and Crissy show how they're meant to be in this saucy and sassy story about love, and change, and doing a whole lot more than just getting by. Now that Po’Boy has found his happy with the two people he loves more than life itself, he just has to figure out how to keep it. Their triad relationship walks a finely balanced line between the demands of their outside lives and in bed, and Po’Boy is determined to keep things good and sweet for his partners.

In the rough realm of bikers, there are no shortcuts to win a place among the old guard. It’s a world where respect can only be earned, trust is painfully gained, and loyalty will be fiercely returned. Jerry Rogers lived his life bound to those firm tenets which anchored his brotherhood. MHL&R was more than a patch on a leather cut; it ran thick as blood through Retro’s veins as he worked to better things for his club, and family. Confronted by evidence that what happened in the past wouldn’t remain quietly buried any longer, Retro embarks on his most important journey.

Wildman learned a long time ago that trust in others wasn’t healthy and might not lend itself to a long life. Blind trust gave a man false confidence and could get a man dead. His first experience in a club told him only a twist of fate would determine if that ending came quick - or slow. It took being brought into the Incoherent MC to overcome his beliefs, and he came to learn that his patch brothers of the IMC were his only allies. Then, in an instant, everything changed. A flash of lightning, shadows on a wall, blood on his fists - and a beautiful woman on her knees.