I like to ride. Motorcycles, horses, and women. I’m only loyal to my horse and my club. Until she shows up, all grown up and needing my help. She was too young the last time I saw her, always underfoot at the stables where I kept my horse. Now it’s years later, and she’s using her newfound curves to tempt me to cross a line. Lord help us both if I ever do. She’s too sweet and innocent for a guy like me, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t seem to stay away. For the first time in my life, I want something more than a one-night stand. I know I have to wait to claim her, but for how ...

Catch up with the Devil’s Riders for some (mostly) wholesome Valentine’s Day fun! This is a brand new novella length story in the Devil’s Riders Universe. Enjoy! Xoxox, Joanna

I’ve been on the run for years. I never had a reason to take a stand. Not until I met her. She’s in trouble when I first meet her. A damsel in distress. I can’t stop myself from rescuing her, and I lose my heart in the process. I find out everything I can about the girl. She’s a survivor. A warrior. Raising five siblings on her own, kicking butt, and looking great doing so. I set a plan in motion to make her mine. But when she finds out the truth about who I am and where I came from, the house of cards I built falls to pieces. I’m going to have to come clean and clear my name once...

My brother and I run the mob around here. I don’t mess with civilians. But when I see a beautiful girl in trouble I can’t stop myself from rescuing her. She’s out cold, at the mercy of guys that have bad intentions. I take her home with me, tuck her into bed and get on with my business. Easy, right? Until she wakes up and sees something she shouldn’t have. Something that could get her killed. Something I should kill her for. But I won’t. I can’t. Instead, I keep her locked up. My own personal plaything. A beautiful captive I can’t set free, or resist. I’ve spent my life ...

I own her. I want her. But I am trying to be honorable. Her father owes us money. A great deal of money. Normally, we would break his legs, or worse. But we’ve known the old man since we were children. So, I take her. She will work in my house. Serve me. But her big eyes pierce the stone around my heart. And her curves tempt me beyond all reason. I cannot touch her. But I am not a man who is used to holding himself back. So, I don’t. And when an enemy within our ranks takes her to provoke a reaction, they do not anticipate hell raining down upon them. I am known for being ruthless and ...