She’s a good girl with unstoppable curves. I never had any interest in good. Not until the moment I saw her. I’m a loudmouth. A player. A joker. But when I meet Sunshine, I can’t help myself from trying to be a better man. She’s in danger. When I try to protect her, she pushes me away. Can I convince the independent, sassy as all get out, girl of my dreams to let me take charge? The epic Devil’s Riders saga continues with Drake’s chance at love. As always, HEA are guaranteed!

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...

Wherever I went, I heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind me. They never bothered me or said a word. But I knew they were there because of him - Devlin McRae, the head of the local MC. Being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would I do if Devlin ever caught me?

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 ...

Dirty mind. Filthy mouth. Pure heart. I’m a man of the cloth. But in my case, the cloth is leather. I’m wild and free, but one look at her and I’m begging to be tied down. I belong to the Untouchables MC, but I provide spiritual guidance for clubs up and down the West Coast. Biker weddings, funerals, and everything in between. I get paid in cash, tequila, and favors. I’m living the good life until an old friend from my days at the seminary calls in a favor I can’t refuse. I trade in my morning tequila for coffee and office hours. I do my best to behave around her, but the ...