Sharon Gilbert

He’s a manwhore. The first time I see him, he’s wiping another woman’s juices off his mouth. He should repel me. Instead, he’s a challenge. A game I want to win. It starts off as just sex. What else would he be good for? But we both catch feelings. Then, somehow, the sex becomes something more. And then I lose everything.

I crafted a perfectly simple life for myself and my son. It was peaceful and lonely, exactly how I wanted it. Then my new neighbor moved in and ruined everything. Archer Green. Not just a member of a motorcycle club but the president. The leather jacket on his broad back, along with all its various patches, might as well have been red flags, warning me to stay away all the while his looks dared me not to. Ignoring him was futile. Still, I tried. Until Archer showed up in my son’s classroom, ready to read for storytime hour.

I should have known everything was going to change when she walked into my tattoo shop... Timid as hell and gorgeous to the extreme. I knew better than even thinking about touching a woman like that. My life is dangerous. My calling wicked. Willing to cross any line to protect the innocent. I thought I’d never see her again until my little boy tumbled and busted his lip, and I found her working at the doctor’s office. The woman who’d taken possession of my thoughts. When it becomes clear she’s in trouble, I offer up a deal.

He’s the Sergeant at Arms for the Dark Knights MC. He enforces the rules and gets his hands dirty. She’s the daughter of a biker. Property of another MC. She’s young. He’s not. He’s lived a life. She’s just finding her way. She’s a bad idea. A very bad idea. One which can quickly turn allies into rivals. One war is over, he’s not ready to begin another. But the temptation might make it unavoidable.

I ain't no damn hero—just looking out for my Steel Demons brothers. That's what I thought till I met Laura, a hot nurse in the ER who patched me up with some serious sass. I knew I wanted her, but she turned me down cold. I gave her space, hoping for another shot. Fate threw her back my way when she witnessed a murder, and those Los Ochos bastards tried to nab her. I fought 'em off and told her to fake being my old lady for MC protection till the heat died down. What started as a fake setup quickly turned into real trouble. Every touch, every glance lights me up.=

One moment, my only priorities are my bike, my club, and my freedom. The next, my ex dumps a little girl off on my doorstep with a note saying she's mine. Then, everything goes to hell in the MC, when an unknown element blows up a rival club and starts coming for us. That's when fate plants a fiery, brown-eyed beauty smack in the middle of the whole mess.

When we met at the rodeo, I only knew his first name. Sparks ignited between us, and we spent an unforgettable night together. It's not until the morning after when I recognize his last name do I realize who he is. So I do what any rational woman would and make the walk of shame while he sleeps. It's not like I'll ever see him again or have to explain why I left. But I'm proven wrong when he shows up at my family's ranch as the new farrier.

I'm used to women wanting me, not hating me, but my wife looks at me like she's hoping my next breath will be my last. Our marriage wasn't by choice, but when I vowed to be her husband, I meant it. I never go back on my word, so we're married whether she likes it or not. At least for the moment. The plan was for me to stay married until we got what we needed from her brothers. As long as I don't touch her, we can annul this unfortunate blip on my bachelor timeline. The problem is she looks sweet, and she smells sweet, and then I risk everything and take a taste.

Life as I knew it ended with a bullet. It stole my brother from me and destroyed my family. From the ashes, I rose stronger and meaner, to exact the kind of revenge best served bloody and cold. I took out every single person I held responsible. Except one. He’s a phantom but his days are numbered. I won’t stop until I’m done. Then she shows up—the forbidden fruit, a light to my darkness. I should resist her because what I touch, I destroy. My feisty wildflower deserves more: more than this, more than me.

With green eyes and an easy smile, Frank McCabe stole me away from the nightmares that awaited me at home. But the son of the Irish Mob would never be mine. I belonged to the Italians. And the moment my mother sold me to the head of the Italian Mafia, I became the one the people of Boston were warned about. The only person more feared than me in our city is the Irish Ghost. When I finally flee my marital prison with my sons and my sister in tow, I unwittingly run straight into the ghost of the Irishman who died in a fiery explosion years ago.