He brought the bottle up to his lips, finished off the contents and then threw it off into the darkness behind him in a violent move that caused me to shiver.Then, without a word or warning he took the few short steps to where I was sitting and reached for me. I gasped when his hands wrapped around my upper arms and he hauled me to my feet."You're going to regret this, but I know you want it as much as I do."I didn't have the where with all to utter a single word. It was all I could do to take in air as LD hauled me down to the edge of the porch where the light didn't reach us. I didn't even make a token attempt to resist. He didn't give me the chance anyway. He was big, and brutal, and so strong that I was helpless. The next thing I was aware of was being pushed up against the side of the house and crushed by the big body behind me."LD—""Don't talk," he snarled against my ear. The feel of his hot whiskey...

I dropped the towel and reached for my panties."You've lost weight."I screamed and jerkily grabbed my tee, bringing it up to cover me. My eyes darted to the bed where the voice had come from, finding Demon sitting up against the headboard with his long legs crossed at the ankles. Relief and anger vied for first place in my emotions, but anger won out."What the fuck, Demon?! What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I watched him like a hawk as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet. A few short steps, and he was stopping in front of me. I forced myself to hold his sharp, assessing gaze.His eyes dropped down the front of me, burning me with their intensity. "Get dressed. You're going with me."His arrogance fueled my anger. "No. I'm not." I so wanted to slip into my tee, feeling exposed in spite of the fact that I was holding the shirt against my body. He'd seen me naked before, but this situation...

It had been a year since the woman Sax loved walked away. He'd thought Holly had been it for him, that he'd found something that would last a lifetime. But some things just weren't meant to be. After a year on the road, he returned to the Desert Rebels, ready to move on with his life without her...until she shows up...and with a baby. Excerpt"Which one of my brothers do I kill?" The coldness of his tone frightened me. He meant it. "I never cheated on you," I whispered hoarsely. A sob escaped me. "I love you." He pounded the pillow next to my head. "Enough," he snarled impatiently. "I don't want to hear that fucking lie out of your mouth again." Even as he growled the angry words, he kept his voice low. It wasn't a lie, but his tone revealed that he wouldn't believe that it was anything but. That he'd made up his mind, and he was too filled with hate and rage to contemplate any other possibility. Ava...

He can't resist her. She can't refuse him. Lies will rip them apart.As enforcer of the Desert Rebels Cole's job is to protect his MC. A favor for a friend has them taking in a young woman they think is trying to get away from a crazy ex. Turns out she's lying. When the truth comes out, so does trouble to the club. Cole wants Raven, but will their insane attraction to one another be enough to overcome the deception and give them a chance at happiness?

He can't resist her. She can't refuse him. Lies will rip them apart.As enforcer of the Desert Rebels Cole's job is to protect his MC. A favor for a friend has them taking in a young woman they think is trying to get away from a crazy ex. Turns out she's lying. When the truth comes out, so does trouble to the club. Cole wants Raven, but will their insane attraction to one another be enough to overcome the deception and give them a chance at happiness?

Doc's POVA divorce? It took only a moment for that news to reach my brain, and then my body reacted. I needed to get Harlow somewhere private where we could be alone for the conversation I had in mind. A divorce was fucking music to my ears, and the only other question I had for her was when. When was it going to be final? And then I was going to go into stark detail of everything I was going to do to her.  Maybe even give her a sample, if she was receptive to the idea. It occurred to me that I had some serious damage control to take care of. As I pulled her around the building toward the clubhouse door, Mitzi stepped outside, carrying a tray. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and I clenched my teeth because I knew what was coming next, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. "Baby! I was going to look for you after I dropped this tray off." Her eyes moved past me to Harlow, then dropped to our linked hands. Confusion flirted across her face, and I could tell that she was trying to work out what was going on. To anyone else it wouldn't have been obvious, but Mitzi and I had an arrangement, and she had her orders. "Thank you for a good time last night."  Nothing had happened the night before. Mitzi used her free hand to caress the side of my face and shot me a lingering, flirty, air kiss.  "I've never had so many orgasms," she added, twisting in the knife. It was an outrageous comment, and I knew it had sealed the nail in my coffin. It was also a flat out lie. Not the orgasm part, but her insinuation that it had been with me. She and Snake had put on quite a show for the rest of us the night before, knowing that the dark little corner they'd been sitting in wouldn't disguise their noisy sex marathon. I felt Harlow tug on her hand to get away from me, but I tightened my grip.  "Let me go, Liam." "Not until we talk." "There's nothing to talk about." She dug in her heel. "Do I have to call for backup?" I snorted out a laugh before I could stop it. She was cute if she thought anyone at the clubhouse would dare intervene, unless her posse of old ladies was nearby. They would come to her rescue, and they were scary when they were on the warpath.  "I'll scream."  It sounded like a hollow threat, but I came to a jerking halt and spun around to face her. "Then I'll just have to stuff something in your mouth to keep you quiet." Like my tongue. Or better yet, my dick. With every word I spoke, Harlow's eyes widened, and her mouth fell open with disbelief. Perfect.  "I'm-I'm not one of your, ah, club girls," she sputtered, her cheeks turning pink.  I could see the hurt in her eyes. Hear the slight quiver in her voice. Damn, she was beautiful, standing there all flushed and indignant, looking so sweet and innocent. My gaze traveled down to her amazing tits. The dress she had on was tight at the top, outlining their fullness. One of the thin straps had slipped down her shoulder, momentarily distracting me. Then I felt her tug her hand again. Warning, may have triggers for some readers.

Excerpt - Brody moved so fast I didn't hear him coming. The next thing I knew he'd pushed me up against the wall and covered me with his body. I caught my breath as I found the front of my body crushed against the wall, and turned my head sideways in order to breathe."The only whore here is you," he grated roughly against my ear. "I don't want to hear what you're used to. You don't know anything about me, and all that changes right now."I felt his lips murmur the words against my ear, the warmth of his breath causing a shiver of need through my body. I hadn't been with anyone for the better part of a year, and loving sex the way I did, Brody's overwhelming closeness was turning me on. It didn't surprise me, even knowing that we didn't like each other. Since when did liking someone have anything to do with fulfilling a sexual hunger? I bumped my hips back as if trying to dislodge him, but all it did was reveal how f**king hard he was against my ass.I...