Will the broken hearted biker find his happily ever after with the curvy sunshine waitress?

Tarzan

I need a fresh start to mend my broken heart. The woman I loved got married to another man, and I have to find a way to move on.

When my little brother, Teddy, invites me to join the Reckless Order MC in Colorado, I’m all too eager to abandon my rocky past. There’s nothing left for me here in California but bittersweet memories I wish I could forget.

While I settle into my new position with the club, I have no intention of getting romantically involved with anyone.

Until I meet Keely Bradshaw, the flirty waitress at the local diner. She’s bubbly, cute, sweet as sugar…and I can’t afford to put my heart on the line again. Not yet.

But Keely has a magnetic charm that’s impossible to resist. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t stay away.

Keely

I know what it’s like to fall in love with someone who doesn’t love you back. That grief and pain is written all over Tarzan.

My dad warned me to stay away from men like him. Tattooed, biker bad boys, willing to get their hands on any woman to warm their beds.

But I sense something tender in him—bruised, but still tender. Genuine. Good.

I should keep my distance.

Instead, I find myself tumbling into Tarzan’s arms. Will I cut myself on the jagged edges of his broken heart in the process? What if I’m falling for a man who still loves the woman he left back home?

My name is Grace Degas Black.

Years ago, I made a splash during a charity fashion show where an agent “discovered” me. My work led to the glitzy world of haute couture, perfume ads, and more. I was living my best life, traveled the world, and the only thing that would have made it better was if my twin would have come along for the ride.

My other half. My best friend. Then one day, she disappeared.

I couldn’t escape that sinking feeling of something being terribly wrong. Then the nightmare came for me. I woke up in hell’s waiting room.

Chained.

Taken.

Moved from one location to another, I could only struggle to survive amidst the suffocating fear. Then just as abruptly, salvation came from the most unexpected place. Salvation and retribution.

I wanted my sister back.

But my saviors had no intention of letting me go—not when someone continued to hunt me.

Was it me they were hunting? Or my sister?

I didn’t care what I had to do, but to find her, I would make the world burn. These men were going to help me, they just didn’t know it yet.

*Please note this is a reverse harem and the author suggests you always read the foreword in their books. Contains some dark elements including trauma in the present day and the past, as well as mature situations, and is definitely intended for 18+ This is book ONE of FIVE total.

He serves as the club’s tech genius.

She remains captive behind the monitor.

Booker works the digital front for Kings of Anarchy. He tracks the enemy through lines of code, hunting a rival crew hell bent on destroying his club. His only relief comes from a mysterious voice on a secure line who challenges his mind and fuels his obsession.

Vixen isn’t just a voice on the computer. She is Kendall, a woman trapped in the belly of the beast. Held captive under the enemy’s roof, she follows the commands given to her to keep her five-year-old son alive. She plays a deadly game until she decides to help the Kings tear the rival empire apart.

When their paths cross, a forbidden alliance ignites. Kendall feeds Booker the intel needed to dismantle their network, but she’s living on borrowed time. When Booker uncovers the brutal cost of her loyalty and the abuse she suffers, his mission shifts from surveillance to rescue.

With the club’s leadership gone and war closing in, Booker and Kendall stand between a sadistic killer and the people they love. In a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, one wrong keystroke means death. The hunt is on, and for the Kings of Anarchy, their motto is simple—nobody fucks with the Kings.

Every rule says hands off my curvy office manager.
Then her smutty manuscript accidentally lands in my inbox.
I read every filthy fantasy she’s written… about me.
Now I’m hard, she’s mortified, and neither of us can pretend it didn’t happen.

Behind these designer suits and this billion-dollar empire,
I’m not the man she wrote.

I’m worse.

I run this city from the shadows.
And I have no business touching something so innocent.

But then she sits across from me—
Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, trembling—
while I read the part where she begs her boss to ruin her.

Then I make her an offer:

Finish the book.

And I’ll give her research she’ll never be able to put on the page.

This is a full-length standalone. Tropes: Silver Fox Italian Mafia Don · Curvy FMC / Body Worship · Age Gap · Single Mom · Secret Romance Writer · He Falls First · Obsessive Possessive Hero · “Touch Her and Die” · Forced Proximity · Mafia vs. FBI

I wanted a little taste of danger, but three sexy bikers are a whole mouthwatering feast.

One massive party. Hundreds of bikers. One broken rule: No bloodshed.

The night started off with leather, tattoos, motor oil and muscles, but a little shameless fun with three tough, sexy men from the Screaming Eagles MC ended with one person dead, another in critical condition, and me running for my life. Now I’m locked inside the walls of their compound with the murder weapon in my purse, surrounded by dangerous bikers eager for revenge.

The only thing I know for sure is that someone set me up, and if it gets out that my father’s an enforcer in the Devil’s Brigade MC, it could spark a war. I don’t think he did it, but maybe I’m just naive. I didn’t even know about his second life until Mom died last year.

Now I understand why she kept me away. Every day brings new temptations that make it hard to remember why trusting men like them is a bad idea, and resisting is even harder.

Mad Dog fights hard and plays harder, but a little spice makes the pleasure all the sweeter.

Rebel’s cool and calculating, unless he’s on top of me and control is the last thing on his mind.

Riptide lives up to his name. His passion is deep and dangerous, threatening to pull me under and leave me utterly drenched.

I’m a waitress, not a badass biker, and I can’t get out of this on my own. Luckily, with Rebel, Mad Dog and Riptide at my side, I won’t have to.

The Screaming Eagles are out for the blood of whoever shot one of their brothers, and I won’t be safe until we figure out who wants the blame pointed my way. At first this was all about their vengeance, but working together, it’ll be sweet revenge.

Phoenix
Ivy shows up at my clubhouse in the middle of the night with nothing but bruises and hope.
Twenty-six years old, terrified, and more beautiful than any woman has a right to be while running for her life.
She’s escaping my former brothers, the Vipers MC, and the bastard who spent two years breaking her down.
I built the Iron Phoenix to be everything they’re not: honorable, principled, clean.
Now Cole Briggs wants her back, and I’ve just told him to go to hell.
War is coming. Forty-three Vipers against my nine brothers. Impossible odds.
I don’t care.
Because somewhere between her knocking on my door and falling asleep in my arms, Ivy became mine.
The age gap doesn’t matter. The timing doesn’t matter. The war that’s about to destroy everything doesn’t matter.
I’m Eli “Phoenix” Blake, and I’ve already lost too much in this life.
I won’t lose her, too.


Phoenix’s Rising is a short, sweet, and steamy small-town instalove romance with a happy-ever-after. It can be read as a standalone or together with the rest of the books in the Iron Phoenix MC series.