I’ve given up my entire life for my father’s club. He and I agreed on a compromise years ago and I haven’t looked back since. When things get messy… I’m the one they call to come in and clean it up. They call me Chaos for a reason.
We have a motto we stand by as the Kings of Carnage… Brothers before all others. No exceptions.
Until her.
She crashes into my dark world like an explosion to the heart and as I watch her naked body hang in an empty room, I have to decide whether to save her from the darkness or become her worst nightmare.
The club expects one thing… but I want another. The only question is, how bad do I want it?
Sweet Savannah Mae hit me out of nowhere ...or, I should say, I hit her-
literally. My bike smashed right into her. Talk about a way to make a lasting
impression. One look at her, and I swore I'd met an angel. She was the light to
my dark that stirred up emotions I didn’t think I possessed.
In a blink, Savannah becomes everything to me. When I find out the truth she’s hiding, it rocks my world. I’m the vice president of the Kings of Carnage MC - a spot I’ve earned. If any man thinks they can harm what’s mine, they’ve got another think coming.
But, so do I, because Savannah isn’t all she seems. No, my woman’s an angel with a spine of steel. She doesn’t need a knight in shining armor to save her. She needs a pair of wings to help her fly.
If it doesn’t concern the Kings of Carnage Motorcycle Club, then it isn’t my business.
Nothing, and I mean, nothing matters but the Kings. As Road Captain my life is about the ride.
She doesn’t belong in my world. Then again, if you ask her, she doesn’t belong anywhere. Catching out¾Talia Peppertree lives her life from one ride to the next … train rides that is. Her life is rail hopping, and somehow, she lands in rural Georgia.
Stealing rides seems to be more than her pastime.
When she steals my truck, she enters my world in a way I don’t intend to let her off the hook for.
As much as she infuriates me, she intrigues me.
She’s fearless in a way that frustrates me. She’s hot in a way that I can’t stop thinking about. The more time I spend with her, the more I crave her.
As everything from Talia’s rail-life falls off track, I have this primal urge to protect and punish her.
I don’t know her history, and I don’t care. Bottom line, she stole more than my truck, she claimed my very soul. She’s mine, and I’m not letting her slip away, no matter the cost.
Stealing rides seems to be more than her pastime.
When she steals my truck, she enters my world in a way I don’t intend to let her off the hook for.
Being the enforcer of the Kings Of Carnage MC it’s my job to watch over the women and protect them from dirt bags that strut into Centerfolds.
Aspen worked the pole like every other stripper that night. She wasn’t trying to get my attention, she just wanted what was in my wallet ... cash.
The more she was unfazed by me, the more I wanted to be someone she wouldn’t dare forget.
I get off on a challenge.
I had plans to make it rain dollars on her c-cups with an arrogant smirk on my face all while she worked.
That was before I realized she brought her little girl to work that night.
Now having my full attention, I find Aspen in depths of trouble only my brotherhood can help her and her daughter escape.
I’ll be her prick, and she’ll be the pain in the ass I never wanted. I didn’t need her to fix me, I just wanted her to sit with me in the dark and accept that neither of us was meant to be normal. But can she?
I was born a 1%ER.
I earned the right to be a King.
For the past ten years, I’ve dedicated my life upholding the legacy that is Kings of Carnage Motorcycle Club. My job as a Nomad is to ensure that King Nation thrives as a whole. And that the poor decisions of one charter doesn’t determine the fate of the patch.
When I get the unsettling news that ghosts of the club’s past have come back to haunt our mother chapter, I head home to Uprising—prepared to unleash Hell on those who think they can take the kingdom myself and my brothers before me built.
What I’m not prepared for is the loud, infuriating, foul mouthed brat with the ridiculous name who cleans the clubhouse. Despite her incessant talking and overly cheerful mood, there’s a sadness in her eyes that pulls at my protective instinct. Ignoring the feeling is easy. Until she comes up missing. And for the first time in ten years, I find myself questioning if King Nation is still most important thing in my life.
When you’ve been cursed with a name like mine, you develop a thick skin and a high tolerance for jerks. But even Apple Seven VanHolland wasn’t a horrible enough name to prepare me for Kings of Carnage Nomad Bouncer.
He’s the most narcissistic person I’ve ever met. Even his sexy tattoos, perfect body, and killer eyes can’t atone for his rudeness. He acts as though he can’t stand me. But I notice the way he looks at me—like he can see into my soul. Like he can sense my despair. My struggle. And most importantly, the war that rages inside me.
Unbeknownst to him, I can see his too.
Kitten, you’re in way over your head—
SLY—
As treasurer of the Kings of Carnage MC, I collect protection payments from local businesses in our small Georgia town, and one business is behind on payments. When I show up at Mooney’s Pub to collect, I find her—the gorgeous new manager with hair the color of pale fire and a body made for sin. I’m instantly attracted, and when she turns that sassy Irish mouth on me, I’m damn near obsessed. She’s not what I expected, to say the least, but when it comes to club business, I’ll deal with her same as any man. She will bend to my will, one way or another.
Because one thing is law in our town; anyone who wants to do business here is either owned by the club, partners with the club or protected by the club—for a price. In this town, no one rides for free.
Michaela—
At twenty-two, the last place I expect to find myself is back home running my father’s bar, Mooney’s Pub. But when he dies suddenly and suspiciously, I’m determined to find out why more than the accounting books don’t add up. I swear I’ll find his killer.
Seems my father has secrets he’s been hiding; the mortgage is in arrears and now the bank is breathing down my neck, ready to foreclose. All that’s holding my family together is my sheer determination and stubborn Irish grit.
Then he walks in—a badass biker, demanding payments my father owes the club. I’m beginning to realize where all the money’s been going.
Oh hell no!
Determined to hang on to my family’s business, I wonder just how far I’ll go when I’m beyond desperate.
