Women Motorcycles

Sassy, sexy, and hot-headed, she came into town like a wildfire. She's got secrets, I can tell. But Sydney Banner's keeping her cards close to her chest. She can fight it all she wants, but as the enforcer for the Lords of Carnage, I have a way of getting what I want. And I want her in my bed. Every. Damn. Night.

No one tells me what to do. Except for maybe Dean, the president of the Black Hornets. I need their help in order to defeat the Black Saddles once and for all. But I know their help is going to come at a cost. I don't expect the price to be a pretty little thing named Brynn. His daughter. Who I thought was dead. Being in one MC is bad enough. But being a son-in-law to another MC's president is going to be hell on earth.

It is the summer of 1919, and Constance Haverhill is without prospects. Now that all the men have returned from the front, she has been asked to give up her cottage and her job at the estate she helped run during the war. While she looks for a position as a bookkeeper or—horror—a governess, she’s sent as a lady’s companion to an old family friend who is convalescing at a seaside hotel. Despite having only weeks to find a permanent home, Constance is swept up in the social whirl of Hazelbourne-on-Sea after she rescues the local baronet’s daughter, Poppy Wirrall, from a social faux pas.

As a motorcycle club member and firefighter, Ian Walsh is used to riding the line between the good guys and the bad. He may owe the club his life, but his heart rests with his fire station brothers - and with the girl he's loved since they were kids, Rory Sorenson. Ian would do anything for Rory. He'd die for her. Kill for her. Defend her to his last breath - and he may just have to.

I'm one of the Sons of Satan, part of an inner circle we call The Devil's Riders. I was just a prospect when I first saw her. Becky Townsdale, the curvy girl who worked at Mae's diner. She's so pretty it hurts to look at her. I waited to make a move until I was officially a Devil's Rider. And then, the night of the club Prez's wedding, I made her mine. Devlin and Kaylie might have gotten married that night, but we're the ones who made a baby. I just didn't know it yet.

Prison is no joke. The food sucks, my roommate snores, and the only thing I have to look forward to is Monroe. My lawyer can look at my briefs anytime. She's smart, beautiful, and the only way I'm getting out of this hellhole. I didn't kill Blaze, but when you're a Dead Soul MC member, no one cares about the truth. And maybe that's for the best, because no one can know about Canyon. Monroe is not just getting me out of jail. She's also getting into my heart.

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?

These lawyers can go screw themselves. If they think I'm going to let Everly go into witness protection, they've got another thing coming. They're right that she is in danger, but I can keep her safe. So she will move in with me. At first, it seems simple, but as the lies unravel, I realize that Everly might be the only good thing in all of this. She's pure, innocent, and everything I'm not. But for her, I would change. Be the man she needs me to be. Forever.

She lied to me. The minute I see Gavin for the first time, I know he is mine. Piper told him his daddy was in jail. I should be angry with her. But with that stethoscope draped around her neck, I know she's not as bad as I want her to be. She was just trying to protect him. From my life, my club, and the bastards that are trying to kill us.

Sheppard's devotion to his club was unquestionable. He would do anything for them, including giving his own life to protect his brothers. He proved that the day he took a bullet for Bishop, the president of the Devil Chaser's MC. He thought his life was over when he fell into the lake and got dragged under by the fast-paced current. Ana's world was crashing down around her. Her lifelong dream of becoming a doctor was being threatened. She felt lost, and she was quickly losing hope. The day she stumbled across a body by the lake, her instinct to save his life overwhelmed her.

I suppose some of us have to get really dirty before we can become truly clean. I was allegedly South Dakota's most famous Old Lady. Sixteen years ago, I had survived my Old Man's murder. Never again. Never again will I surrender my heart. Never again will I sacrifice to the Club. But that all changed in one night. I came home and crashed into him, and my past and present blew up in my face.

I thought kids were annoying. But after I meet Ana, the MILF next door's daughter, I change my mind. She has the same sense of humor that I do. She's a cool person, just on a smaller scale. And hanging out with her means more time with her mom. Makenna is easy on the eyes, but would be better on my bike. Getting close to me is a risk. But I would lay down my life for them. Take a bullet. Girls like battle scars, right?

I am that gash in her soul. Once I loved her, really loved her. And she loved me, and it was so f--king beautiful. Once. That pendulum swings to and fro. We're here, and then we're - no. How can that rare beauty be rendered irrelevant, intangible, when I still feel so damn much? Does all that energy, that glory, that significance simply dissolve? Turn to smoke? To nothing? It can't. It just can't. Are the moments that shape us absolutely random? Is time not fluid? I made promises to them, to her.

They say I'm hell on wheels. The fastest, hardest, most successful motorcycle racer alive. They say I don't know how to lose - that I always get what I'm after. And I always do, except for her - my illicit obsession. Years ago, I chose fame over forbidden temptation. Back then, she was way too young. Too off-limits. My best friend's little sister and way too good for a rough, dirty street racer like me. Now I'm back - rich, hardened, and fallen from grace after getting kicked off the racing circuit. But Hailey Prescot might just be my saving grace.

Tyra Masters has had enough drama to last a lifetime. Now, she's back on track and looking forward to her new, quiet life. Until she meets the man of her dreams. The tattooed, muscled biker plies her with tequila—and the best sex of her life. She knows it isn't the tequila and hot sex talking. He's the kind of man she's always wanted. Unfortunately, he's also her new boss....

Told through Shame's point of view, the final installment of the Lights of Peril MC series takes place on the "implied" wedding day. Shame is plagued with doubts surrounding his love for Mace. He loves her. He's loved her since she was five years old, but feels he doesn't deserve her. This uncertainty is surfacing while struggling to forget the loss of his tragic childhood. "What if the trigger has already been set and I'm going to wake up one day and realize I'm my parents' son in their way of evil?"

The bad boy. The f--k up. The thief. That was me. Once a king, now a wanderer. I'd thrown the best parts of me away over and over again. I was reckless. Still am. I'd been exiled. Twice. I did my time. I've cleaned up. Well, sort of. I got plans. Yeah, good ones. Then I ran into her. A bolt of lightning - startling, unsettling, breathtaking, out of reach. The woman I once scorned years ago is now the woman I can't live without. I need what I didn't think I'd ever need again.

In 1982, at the age of just 23 and halfway through her architecture studies, Elspeth Beard left her family and friends in London and set off on a 35,000-mile solo adventure around the world on her 1974 BMW R60/6. Reeling from a recent breakup and with only limited savings from her pub job, a tent, a few clothes, and some tools, all packed on the back of her bike, she was determined to prove herself. She had ridden bikes since her teens and was well-traveled. But nothing could prepare her for what lay ahead.

After months of following one-size-fits-all advice for a 57-year-old widow, Linda Crill is still miserable, until she makes a rebellious spur-of-the-moment decision: she trades her corporate suits for motorcycle leathers and commits herself to a 2,500-mile road trip down America’s Pacific Northwest coast on a Harley. The problem: she doesn’t know how to ride and has only 30 days to learn. Four short weeks later, Linda joins two men and a woman for a white-knuckled, exhilarating road trip along the west coast from Vancouver, Canada, to the wine country of Mendocino, California....

Em has lived her entire life in the shadow of the Reapers. Her overprotective father, Picnic, is the club's president. The last time she had a boyfriend, Picnic shot him. Now the men in her life are far more interested in keeping her daddy happy than showing her a good time. Then she meets a handsome stranger - a man who isn't afraid to treat her like a real woman. One who isn't afraid of her father. His name is Liam, and he's The One. Or so she thinks.