My life is boring. Monotonous. And then tall, dark, and dangerous walks into the bar where I work. Before I know it, I’m in his arms asking him to rescue me. He’s Colt Weston, President of the Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club. Colt makes me feel alive…and wanted.

It was a slow night in the ER—and for a Type A surgeon, idle hands made me restless. Until an unserious, skirt-chasing Tarnished Angels biker needed emergency surgery. His charm pulls me in. His humor makes me laugh. His questions terrify me. I’ve built my entire life around saving others. Yet Boxer sees the woman beneath the mask. He stays. He holds me. He lets me fall apart. Finally, I see Boxer for who he really is. A man who yearns to be chosen for more than just a good time. But when his brutal world bleeds into mine, I become collateral damage.

I just wanted a moment to forget that my bakery is on the verge of bankruptcy. So I go to a Tarnished Angels biker party to blow off steam...And take home the bossy, protective nomad who promises me one night of raw, unadulterated pleasure. I wake up in the morning—alone. And pregnant. I never plan to tell Slash about the baby. He's a biker without a home address. There are no white-picket fences in my future. But a few weeks after our time together, Slash returns to town and tells me one night with me wasn't enough. That's the day he also finds out I'm pregnant with his baby.

My childhood best friend is a big, bad biker—and an animal in the bedroom. We’ve been sneaking around for weeks, but secret, stolen moments aren’t enough for Duke. He wants me to be his Old Lady and claim me in front of his Tarnished Angels brothers. But I’m a package deal: my mother bailed and I’m raising my teenage sister alone. Duke loves Waverly like his own sister and considers both of us his family. What happens if we fall apart? I can’t risk losing him.

When a tweaker breaks into my trailer, I kill him with a cast-iron skillet. Now I need help cleaning up the mess, so I turn to the Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club. They send Viper. He's grumpy. Older. An ex-con. But I'm not afraid of him. The man I killed was a member of a cartel—and the danger isn't over. Viper moves me into the clubhouse, and I'm stuck with my own personal bodyguard. Despite the trouble I brought to their doorstep, the club welcomes me as one of their own.

I just found out my fiancé is having an affair. So what do I do? I fall into bed with a biker who worships me the way I deserve. It was just supposed to be one night, but Smoke and I can’t stay away from each other. Even though we’re sneaking around, we both know it’s more than just physical between us. Smoke sees beneath the polished version my ex wanted. With him, I never have to apologize for taking up space.