They thought they could end me. Jetson A bullet to the gut lands me in hospital. Those bastards thought they could end me, Instead, they land me in the arms of the angel of ER. Doctor Nora is sweet, sinful, and . . . not interested. Or so she says. But as the enforcer of the Steel Cobras, women can’t resist me. One look, one smile, and panties drop. But when she risks her career and life to protect me, I know Nora is exactly what I need. Nora When I first meet Jet, he’s bleeding out all over the ER. He’s also naked and so damned hot it should be a crime. Well, he is a criminal. He ...

The daughter of my enemy is off limits. But when we meet in the bar on Steel Cobra's turf, I don't even recognize her. I only know I want her panties in my pocket, her sweet lips on mine, And her curvy hips in my hands. Her father's one mean son of a B, And the President of Hell’s Fury. Having her means war. It means more blood on my hands. While I can stitch my brothers up thanks to medical school, I can’t bring ‘em back if they’re dead. But I want Caitlyn the second we meet. There’s no way I'll give her up. Bring on the damn war. She's mine no matter what. Love filthy talking ...

Sloane walked out of my life eight years ago, and in the wake of her departure, people say I turned cold. Callous. Ruthless. But now she's suddenly back, crashing into my life like a hurricane and upending everything I've built since she's been gone. Worst of all, she acts as though things can go back to the way they were before and we can just pick up where we left off. She's wrong. She'll learn soon enough that I'm not the lovesick boy she once left behind, and I'll never forgive her for the way she left.

Life isn't easy. Single mom, minimum wage, family drama. You know the story. I've come a long way in a short time, though, and it's all worth it. For Jimmy. My grumpy little guy. Then a hot biker charms his way into our lives, tempting me into wanting more. I want to go for it, but how can I trust myself when I've screwed up so badly in the past?

I didn't really consider myself part of my father's legacy...until I found out what he left behind in his will: property, ten acres to be exact, which included the headquarters for his beloved motorcycle club. I had no idea that accepting the terms of my inheritance would thrust me into a battle with the new club president, Wesley Ryan. He's unfathomably handsome, menacing, and formidable in every way. But his derision toward me only makes me cling that much tighter to my birthright. That is, it did until he decides to play dirty.