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If you wander into this biker bar, more than one alpha male - yet utterly irresistible - biker will want to take you for a rough ride…multiple times over! This collection of seven hot, raunchy, and expletive filled biker MC short stories is meant for mature audiences only. So why not take a sneak peek and get ready to break all the rules and bring your naughtiest motorcycle club fantasies to life?

I was born into luxury and used to getting what I wanted. What I desired most, with my life in disarray, was the man who sat across from me. He was tall, dark, and handsome, but, most notably, forbidden. It made every accidental touch more sinful and every session more addictive.

Delve into the depths of terror with "Sinister," an anthology curated by Ink & Quill Press that will haunt your dreams and awaken your darkest fears. In this audio, lies fifteen bone-chilling stories, each a twisted masterpiece crafted by a diverse array of talented authors. From supernatural horrors to psychological thrillers, "Sinister" explores every corner of the macabre landscape.

I ran from him, even though my heart knew better. Love was one thing, but survival another. He chose a life of crime. I never wanted any of it; I only wanted him. I left when the danger bled into my life, taking more than I was willing to sacrifice. Desperate to Touch is book 2 in a series. Hard to Love must be heard first.

Some love stories are a slow burn. Others are quick to ignite, scorching, and branding your very soul before you’ve taken that first breath. You’re never given a chance to run from it. That’s how I’d describe what happened to us. Everything around me blurred, and all that existed were his lips, his touch. The chase and the heat between us became addictive.

With her I was always on the highest high. That's why it was so easy to fall. I never stood a chance without her. The two of us were made for one another. It's as simple as that. The world could try to rip us apart, but it would fail. Until this. She told me once, love isn't enough. I never would have believed it...until now. Neither of us could have prepared for this. I won't stop fighting. Not until the very end.

I fell for someone I shouldn’t have. I’m not the only person to ever do such a thing. I know that. And I’m not an awful person for desiring his touch, his kiss, his everything...but I knew I shouldn’t have indulged. There’s something about knowing it’s wrong that tempts me that much more. The seduction became a game with higher stakes than any before him. In fact, it was only ever him. The thing is, I knew I shouldn’t. Now that the game is over and the pieces have fallen...I know I should have just walked away. There’s no way out of the wreckage.

Some love stories are a slow burn. Others are quick to ignite, scorching and branding your very soul before you’ve taken that first breath. You’re never given a chance to run from it. That’s how I’d describe what happened to us. Everything around me blurred and all that existed were his lips, his touch.... The chase and the heat between us became addictive.

It started with a kiss. A single kiss that shook me to my core. A kiss to silence me, and a kiss to numb the pain. I took his hand and in turn, he took me away. I thought when we ran away, we’d never have to look back. I was wrong. I think Sebastian knew, and so did I, that he’d be pulled back into this life one day. There was no way we could have gotten our happily-ever-after. Scars don’t ever fully go away, and this sinful place is etched into our flesh.

Minneapolis, 1953—A wild crime spree stuns the Upper Midwest, leaving a trail of blood and betrayal that terrifies a region and shatters the family at its core. Thirty-eight years later, the tattered remnants of the notorious LaVoie crime family—sisters, brothers, and children too young to remember or understand—gather for an edgy reunion in a Minneapolis suburb. Among the guests is Joe LaVoie, sole survivor of the fraternal gang behind the '50s bloodshed, a convicted cop-killer crippled by a police bullet during the final shootout.

In 1955, small-town girls flock to Minneapolis for work, love, and adventure. But Teresa Hickman, from Dollar, North Dakota, is a special case. Beguiling. Promiscuous. And, on a chilly April morning, dead along an abandoned trolley track in a Southside neighborhood. Teresa Hickman was three months pregnant when she was strangled. Was the unborn child's father also her killer? Could the killer have been - among the many men drawn to her like flies to honey - Dr. H. David Rose, a middle-aged dentist who admits he was with her the night she died?

Debería haber sabido que cambiaría mi vida en el momento que la vi. Las mujeres como ella están hechas para destruir a hombres como yo. Sin embargo, no pude resistirme a la tentación. Me la entregaron para comenzar una guerra; la cual estoy ansioso por terminar. Pero no sabía en lo que me convertiría por tenerla, que su llegada lo cambiaría todo. Ella puede ver en mi interior de una manera en que nunca antes alguien lo había hecho. Su inocencia y vulnerabilidad son mi perdición, y eso me fastidia. Y no debo ceder. Soy un hombre despiadado, no permito que nadie se me acerque.

Bei einer illegalen Exhumierung werden drei Männer erschossen, darunter ein junger Bezirksstaatsanwalt. Lieutenant McGrath verdächtigt die "Schwarze Fledermaus" und startet eine gnadenlose Jagd auf den Maskierten.