Clutch

All hell broke loose the night I stole a stripper.  With that last gunshot, my world shattered. I was left alone. All alone in a world I didn’t understand. Fearing that I had no one, no one, who could get me out or understand. I had wanted one final night. A final chance to win back the only person who knew what I’d been through. Who I could let see through the pain because I knew he’d experienced it himself. I’d begged Colt to give me that one little thing. That one small moment of peace…

Exhaust

All hell broke loose the night I stole a stripper.  I had gone too far. Devlin went beyond that. He’d taken away Katrin, then Aubrey, and given me a haunting shell back. Aubrey’s fragile form, painted up to remind me of everything I had lost. Everything I had given up. Worst of all, he’d taken away my escape. My outlet. I could no longer retreat into my world of pain without thinking of the one person who’d captured my heart. The girl I would have promised my life to in an instant. The girl I was…

Brake

All hell broke loose the night I stole a stripper.  Dark. Cold. My darkness faded into more darkness. I rolled to my side, the cold from the hard floor seeping through my thin clothes. I wanted to escape the cold, to escape the brutally uncomfortable surface beneath me, but small movements were all I could muster. Only my most primitive functions worked. My adrenal gland pumped chemicals through my body, heating me with terror and the drive to flee, but the chemical-induced fog in my brain left me helpless. I remembered my text conversation with Aiden.…

Torque

All hell broke loose the night I stole a stripper.  I never expected life to be easy, but this… It’s no dream It’s no nightmare. It’s the reality of a girl who was determined to make it on her own. I shot for the moon, got screwed by gravity, and landed in the underworld of the city. Caught between two men—brothers—both equally handsome as they are dangerous. Sex, drugs, and alcohol are the only recognized currencies. Stealing and deceit aren’t just a way of life—they’re a survival skill. A requirement to make it through the next…

Ignition

All hell broke loose the night I stole a stripper.  I’m not the first to want what I can’t have, but my problem runs irreparably darker than that. My dark lust can’t be sated by normal means, or even slightly less-than-normal means. Role playing and dominant games with their bullshit negotiations and imposed limits don’t do it for me.I’m not interested in love or the endless complications of a relationship. I don’t even want respect or mutual understanding.I want pain because pain is the only thing real—the only thing we control and share. The only result…

She-Devil

"You will regret turning your back on a Devil." Whatever you do, never, ever blow your cover in front of a devil…. I traded my dress shoes for leather boots, my badge for a hog, and my friends for the club. It’s supposed to be temporary, but if I don’t live, breathe, and bleed Devil’s Pointe MC for even a second, it’ll all be over. But one little distraction may prove more powerful than the entire club. One day, they’ll call me Lilith and bow at my feet…. Like a weed, I thrive where I’m not…

Redline

All hell broke loose the night I stole a stripper.  Aubrey I screwed up. Indebted to a vile “businessman”, he offers one chance to pay back my debt, but only if I spend the next two years stripping in his club. Stripping. Catering to the most debauched men I can imagine. Until I meet Colt. A man just as twisted. Just as dangerous. But once I willingly climb into his car, I know there’s no turning back. Now, I’m indebted to a car thief. And he has no intent of letting me forget our deal. Once…