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Total pages in book: 60
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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!

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TWO DAYS AGO

Drake

Life can change in an instant.

I knew that. I’d seen it a hundred times before. But it had never happened to me.

Not until I met Sunshine.

Just like that, everything changed. The sky was a different color. The air smelled different. The world seemed to be spinning in a new direction.

All because of her.

I’d seen the wheels of fate turn on a dime. I’d seen it with the guys I rode with. With their old ladies and families. Most of all, I’d seen it in the service, especially in combat. An injury that kept you out of a doomed mission, a stroke of good luck that saved your bacon, or a set of seemingly meaningless circumstances that led to the biggest sacrifice of all.

And sometimes, you were the cause of it. That was the hardest shit to live with. Lighting someone’s smoke right before they step on a landmine. Calling someone’s name so that they lose focus for a split second and blammo. Ducking to tie your shoe lace right when a sniper tries to take you out, and he hits the guy behind you instead. It worked both ways. Good and bad.

I’d learned to believe in fate. I had to. It had kept me sane when combat was such a crap shoot. So was life. Combat was just life, but on steroids.

But this?

I’d never seen this coming.

One second I was Drake, rowdy asshole, badass fighter, and the fastest thing on two legs, or least on two wheels.

The next second I was… hers.

I didn’t even see her face at first. I just smelled her. Saw the way she moved. That was enough. Felt her presence. She fucking warmed up the room instantly, like a crackling fire. It was late at night in a dreary hospital room but when she walked in it was like the sun came out.

My own personal ray of sunshine.

And that was all before she turned around and I got a good look at her.

Dear God in heaven, the woman was gorgeous. It was almost unfair. It was unfair. I could stare at her for hours. Days. Fuck it, I wanted to look at the girl for decades.

My brain literally did not know what to do with the information my eyes were giving it. Full stop. I was in meltdown mode, like a phone that had been dropped in a pot of hot soup.

But my body knew what to do. Oh boy, did it ever. I remember being tensed, ready to pounce. Blood pounded in my shaft, rapidly filling with blood, hardening to an embarrassing degree.

My dick had really bad fucking timing.

Thank fucking God I was wearing a flack jacket at the hospital. Otherwise I might have scared the baby.

Hell, I could have scarred the baby for life.

At the very least, I would have never heard the end of it from the crew. Not that I had any choice in the matter. I saw her and bing, I was sprung.

Fuck, I was still hard and it was hours later. Probably close to dawn, I figured. Still dark but I could feel the day creeping closer. I should have been in pain from the epic smackdown I’d had with Tank. Aching. But I didn’t feel a thing.

Well, other than aching down there.

All I could think about was her.

The girl was a bonafide pain killer, truth be told.

I stared at the ceiling, not wanting to let go of this feeling. Not wanting to let go of her. Memorizing the way she looked, the sound of her voice, and the way the world had tilted when she walked into the room.

Every now and then a car would drive by. The lights would skim across the ceiling, interrupting the movie playing over and over in my mind.

Sunshine smiling at me. Sunshine leaning over me to hand me the baby. Sunshine doing her job with quiet kindness and competence.

Then, the worst feeling: Sunshine walking away, saying she would come back. But she hadn’t come back.

And no one in the room could remember her name.

I’d stood in that parking lot like a dunce, hoping she would magically appear. Hell, I’d been convinced she would walk right up to me and lay one on me. God wouldn’t be so cruel as to show me a slice of paradise and then take it away.

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PROLOGUE

Sally

“Now. Now girls. Don’t fight over me,” Janet said weakly. She coughed and Kaylie and I exchanged a glance. The gorgeous red hair was dull and lifeless, and her slender shoulders were thin, covered by a silk scarf. An IV bag filled with alarming colored fluid was dripping slowly into her arm.

I’d thought it was my week to come for chemo. Kaylie apparently thought it was her week. But with the way Jan was looking, I was glad we were both there.

She had been so strong since the start of this journey. But the cracks were beginning to show. Not that she ever gave into tears. Not in front of any of us, at least. And I highly doubted she cried in front of Jack.

How horribly lonely that must feel, I thought to myself.

“Did you drive yourself?” Kaylie asked, looking more worried than she should. Not that she shouldn’t be worried. The truth was, we were all way beyond worried about our Jan. But we all made an effort to keep things light and not show how fucking terrified we all were.

Unless she needed to cry. We would be there for that, too. But so far, Janet had yet to break.

I shook my head at her and mouthed ‘be cool’. Thankfully Janet had closed her eyes and was leaning back in the cushy looking chemo arm chair.

She joked that the chairs were better than the ones they had at the nail salon. ‘One of the perks’ she said. She was never one to feel sorry for herself, even though she had every reason to indulge in a little self pity. It was one of the many, many things I admired about my fierce, fabulous friend.

“Jack dropped me off. He didn’t want to leave me, poor man. He is way too big to hover.”

She was being her usual sassy self. But we knew better. I forced a smile and looked around for chairs. The nurse saw us and helped us drag over a couple of visitor seats. They knew Janet would be here for hours. Sometimes she napped. But we were here for moral support, even if I had to get up and walk around once in while because I was so very pregnant.

Jack had been banned from the chemo room after the first week, when he glared at the IV and broke the doorknob off when Janet told him to leave the room.

He hadn’t meant to. But he loved her so much that he couldn’t stand watching her like this. The chemo was uncomfortable going in, and sometimes she got the shakes. She said since the treatment started three months ago, she hadn’t been warm for a minute. Not even in a hot bath, or sitting in the sun. Not even with Jack or her babies snuggled up to her.

Jack was one of the biggest and warmest people I knew.

“Any news?” Kaylie asked, scooting her chair closer and speaking in a soft tone. There were other patients in here. But there were curtains separating everyone to give them a modicum of privacy.

“Scan was just a few days ago. I know the doctor will call soon. Hopefully…” Janet trailed off, like she was afraid to wish for a good report. Afraid to hope.

After the last two scans had shown zero improvement, I didn’t blame her.

We spent the next hour quietly talking about anything but the reality Jan was facing. She’d already written her will. She’d already written out instructions for all of us. I hadn’t read mine yet. I couldn’t bear to.

Apparently, none of the girls had. I hadn’t asked the guys, other than Donahue. But I doubted they were braver than we were.

It was too morbid to think about. I wasn’t ready to accept the worst case scenario. But I knew that if things didn’t get better soon, I would have to open that envelope. I would read my letter before she died. If that was what was going to happen.

But I couldn’t think about that. Not today. Hopefully, not until we were eighty something years old, sitting on a porch together spiking our lemonade and playing canasta.

I simply could not imagine a world without Janet.

CHAPTER ONE

Kaylie

“You can’t do that,” Sally said as we shut the bedroom door. Janet had dozed off almost immediately after we drove her home. Jack was supervising dinner and the kids. We would take over for him soon so he could go and sit with Jan while she slept. He liked to do that.

But right now? It was the calm before the storm.

We all knew within the next few hours, she would be burning up, throwing up, and generally miserable for a couple of days. Too sick to sleep for more than twenty minutes at a time. She had actually fallen asleep with her cheek on the toilet more than once. That’s how bad it was. The chemo was brutal. It killed him to watch her go through it, but he never left her side.

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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 just a kid 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 young 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 long? Once I make her mine, all bets are off. I won’t let her slip through my fingers. I’ll fight for her and to save the stables that she loves. I will stand by her, come hell or high water. Even if I lose my damned mind in the process. Claimed By The Devil is book 8 in the Devil’s Riders series. It can be read as a standalone. As always, my books have no cheating and a guaranteed HEA!
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Four years ago

Nick

The wind cut through my leather jacket like a knife. It was an unusually cold California night. Too cold for this time of year. It made riding long distances a bitch. But I had shit to do and places to be.

A life depended on it.

The guys were at the clubhouse having a meeting. They knew I'd be late but I still hated it. I owed them a debt. I’d come from nothing and had nothing before I joined the club. They were my brothers and I would die for them. But Hendrix was different. He wasn’t just family. He was the only part of my old life that was still with me. Hendrix needed me. He'd picked up a stone last week and it had gotten infected. He was in pain.

My horse was my best friend. He was family. He was also my responsibility. I was his fucking dad, for lack of a better word.

We’d been through hell and back together. There were times I had struggled to find food for myself. But I always found a way to feed him. I loved him more than anyone living. Hell, I loved him even more than my ride, the steel and chrome that was pretty much an extension of my body. But I could replace metal and gears. I couldn’t replace him. I wouldn’t even try.

Tonight, I was meeting the vet at the stables to make sure he was going to be okay. I knew there was a chance I might get the very worst kind of news. A horse couldn’t live without four viable legs. But I couldn’t think like that. I couldn’t even imagine life without him.

Back in the day, Hendrix had been the one who helped me get from job to job in the farming community where I grew up. It was before I was old enough to drive. Although, to be fair, I had started driving way before it was legal.

Fuck, I’d barely been eight years old when I started driving the tractor around the farm.

Hendrix had been a little jealous when I got my first motorcycle. It was a piece of junk that needed to be rebuilt from the bottom up, but I didn’t care. I think even my horse knew it was love at first throttle. But I'd never stopped riding him. The truth was, I’d spent more time chilling with my horse than hanging with friends or getting girls.

That hadn’t changed in all the years we’d had together.

But he was getting old now. Hell, he’d been old for a while. But I'd taken really good care of him. He was well loved and he knew it. He was the last thing I had from home, and I prayed fervently that this wasn't the end for him. It would be like saying goodbye to my mother and the farm all over again.

The wolves had been at the door quite literally, but Hendrix and I had held down the fort. Even now, with the old farm standing empty and finally almost fully back in the family name, I always pictured us back there together.

I always knew I would go back someday. Make it a home again. I just hoped he would be with me.

I pulled into the parking lot faster than I should have, sending gravel flying. I was off my ride and inside the stable in two seconds flat. I saw that the vet was already there as I rounded the corner. She was an older lady, smart as a whip . She didn’t pull punches. She told it like it was. But she was always so kind to Hendrix. She liked animals better than people, which was something I could relate to. I really respected Dr. Garcia. I counted myself lucky that she worked with the family that ran the stables so there was always someone on call.

Meg and Joe’s little girl was hanging with Hendrix as usual, perched across from Hendrix’s stall on a bale of hay. I think she loved the horse as much as I did. He did have that effect on the ladies, the handsome devil.

“Hey, kid,” I said, thinking idly that she was going to grow up to be gorgeous one day.

“Hey, Nick,” she chirped, but her eyes were troubled. She loved animals and was already a crack rider. But she especially loved Hendrix. I knew he got plenty of apples when I wasn't around, thanks to her.

I ruffled her baby soft hair, earning me a dirty look.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on him, spark plug.”

The vet finished examining Hendrix and gave me a reassuring smile.

“The infection is already clearing up.”

The breath left my body in a whoosh. I’d been scared out of my mind. But I was realistic. I knew he wasn’t going to live forever.

“He’s got some good years in him yet. But he needs special food and a little more TLC. A heated blanket would go a long way to keep his joints from stiffening up.”

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It takes a lot to rile me up. From the moment I meet the young widow, she gets under my skin. I want to kiss her. But only to shut her up. My name is Maccabe Donahue, but everyone calls me Mac. Just out of the Navy and current Devil’s Rider, the inner circle of the Sons of Satan motorcycle club, I’m known for keeping a cool head. But all that changes when I take the job of managing the build of a new development outside of town. A development that is right next door to a tiny cottage, formerly in the middle of nowhere. That’s where Suzanna comes in. The woman is going to drive me insane. She’s the best-looking woman I’ve ever seen. Long legs and long, dark hair, with big green eyes and a curvaceous figure that defies gravity. She’s all fire and vinegar wrapped up in a package that makes my hands itch to touch her. When those sparks combust, it sets off a chain reaction neither of us saw coming.
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five years ago

Mac

“Mac! Heads up.”

I looked up just in time to catch the package. I was lying on my cot, trying to ignore the heat that invaded the ship at this time of day. I was sketching to distract myself. Stuff I saw around the ship. My fellow shipmates. Trying not to think about things I’d heard about going down on the shore.

The devastation was hard to take, no matter that our countries were at war. The people were just people. They had families. They had dreams.

I reminded myself of that every single day. It became far too easy to get trigger happy when you thought of the people as ‘others.’ Not that I was going to shoot anybody out at sea.

Just people. They were just people.

Of course, some of those people absolutely did want to fucking kill us, so I never dropped my guard, either. We weren’t out here to weave baskets or sing Kumbaya. We were here to keep the peace and keep the good old US of fucking A on top.

The package hit my chest with a thud, making me drop my pad and thin charcoal stick I clutched in my soot-covered hand.

“Your fingers are always dirty, man. It’s nasty.”

I waved my fingers at Poughkipsie Dave. We had a couple of Daves in our unit, so we used their home towns to tell them apart. “Your mother likes them just fine,” I said with a straight face. “I guess she likes it nasty.”

“Fuck you,” he said mildly, coming to sit on the cot next to mine. “What’d you get?”

Care packages were a big deal around here. Just last week, someone’s old lady had sent a handheld fan and a whole mega-pack of batteries. That thing had been passed around until it broke. It barely made a breeze, but in this heat, even the tiniest whiff of fresh air was kind of amazing.

And we were lucky. At least we got to sleep on the water. There were plenty of grunts out there in the desert twenty-four seven.

The batteries had made poker a whole lot more interesting for the past seven days, even without the fan. Batteries were like gold here. They trumped just about everything.

Books, magazines, candy, and cured meat were also easy to trade. Basically, any creature comfort or anything that reminded us of home was in high demand.

Of course, I didn’t have a sweetheart or a wife like lots of the guys. I didn’t even have a mama to send me anything. Thankfully, I did have my cousin Donahue and his mama. She’d taken me in when I was a teen. I would have ended up in foster care if it weren’t for her.

And my cousin Donnie was the older brother I’d never had, probably better than most big brothers because we skipped the ‘fighting over toys growing up’ part. By the time I came to live with them, Donnie and I were both more interested in grownup toys.

I fucking loved that sonofabitch. I’d learned all about motorcycles from him. Women too. I’d joined his club right before I shipped out. I was still probationary member, but apparently, they were letting me do some of that probie time on this rust bucket.

Devlin, the club Prez, said I was serving our country in the Navy and that was good enough for him. I fucking loved that sonofabitch too. I loved all the guys, especially the crew we called the Devil’s Riders.

For someone who was technically an orphan, I had a big ass family. Blood and oil. Both were thicker than water in my book.

I sat up and straddled my cot, putting the box between my legs. The writing said it was from Mrs. Donahue. I grinned and tore open the package.

On top was a big flat Tupperware full of cookies. I opened it and inhaled deeply. It smelled like Sunday afternoon in her kitchen. It smelled like home.

“Tollhouse.”

More guys gathered around, practically drooling. I handed the cookies over, grabbing one and popping it in my mouth.

Next was a package of plain white tank tops. I clutched them to my chest. We had our uniforms, but it was so damn hot and we did so much physical activity that we were almost always soaked in sweat. These would come in handy for a quick change when we weren’t on patrol.

There was a big bottle of hand sanitizer, a six-pack of extra-strength antiperspirant, and a bunch of non-perishable snacks. I stared at the little box of single-serve packages full of electrolyte powder. We sweated so much, dehydration was a constant threat.

Mrs. Donahue really did think of everything.

There was a beautiful sketch done by my cousin, whom I considered a little sister.

I lifted the artwork and saw that there was something from Donnie too. I rolled my eyes as the sailors around me started to whoop and holler.

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They call me Lucky. I never want to play the same hand twice. Until a gorgeous single mom deals me a hand I can't refuse. I'm one of the Devil's Riders, the inner circle of the biggest MC in Southern California. I'm just back from my final deployment. I paid my dues, and now I just want to enjoy myself. That means fast bikes, stiff drinks and easy women. As many as I can get. At least that's what I thought I wanted. Until I see her. Working the tables at an underground gambling den run by the local mafia, Kirsten is like a beautiful rose blooming in a pile of garbage. They might own her but she doesn't belong there. Neither of us do. I risk my life every time I go back to see her, but I just can't stay away. She turns me down again and again. But the night her world threatens to implode, I learn her secret. There is nothing that will stop me now. It's her kid who finally helps me break down her walls. Once we start, it's too late. We are both in too deep. I might be risking both of our lives, but I can't get enough. I'm addicted to her and nothing in Heaven or Hell will stop me. I'll save her and her kid if it's the last thing I ever do. Luck of The Devil is the sixth book in the Devil's Riders series. It can be read as a standalone. As always, this book has a guaranteed Happy Ever After and no cheating!
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Prologue

Lucky

I rubbed my eyes and stretched, staring out the grimy bus window. It was dark but I recognized the road. I was in familiar territory. I was nearly home.

Home.

I never thought I would actually make it back here. I was lucky to be walking out of there after some of the shit we’d seen. My last tour had been brutal. I was happy as fuck just to be alive.

I’d been traveling for almost thirty-six hours. I was tired but I was used to it. When you are deployed across the globe, you get used to traveling. This crappy bus was actually a step up from the hard seats and cramped quarters they provided in the service.

I turned, feeling like I was being watched. A cute little white-haired lady sat across the aisle, smiling at me. I nodded my head in greeting, and she took the opportunity to scoot into the seat next to me.

“Thank you for your service,” she said, holding out a Tupperware container. I opened it and got hit by the scent of fresh baked cookies. How they smelled fresh on that dingy old bus, I had no idea.

That was some old lady magic, right there.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“My name’s Shirley.”

I offered her my hand and she took it.

“I’m Lucky.”

“You talk in your sleep.”

“So I’ve been told.” I smiled and chose a cookie. I took a bite and sighed, it was so damn good. “Did I say anything good?”

“Something about a devil. Are you alright, son?” She put her hand on my arm. “Do you need to see a priest?”

“Not a devil. A Devlin. He’s one of my brothers.”

“How many do you have?”

“About three hundred and forty six. Last time I checked.”

She giggled girlishly, clearly thinking I was joking. I was not. I counted the entire MC as family. She told me to take more cookies. I shook my head. I didn’t want to take all her supplies. She held out a hankie and plopped six more cookies into it, leaving only two for herself.

“I insist, young man. When is the last time you had home cooking?”

“It’s been awhile,” I admitted. And it had been. A long fucking time. Unless you counted some of the families that tried to feed us overseas. Some of the people had been grateful to us, despite popular opinion.

“I’m getting off in about ten minutes, you might get hungry.”

She leaned over.

“That’s alright. I have a whole other tin full of muffins.”

We shot the shit and ate cookies for the next few minutes. It wasn’t long before the bus door opened with a groan. It was my stop so Shirley went back to her seat and we said goodbye. I turned back and held up the hanky full of cookies at the door and saluted her. Then I hoisted my duffle bag over my shoulder and stepped out into the cool California night air.

I inhaled deeply with my eyes closed.

“Are you going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to get in the car?”

I opened my eyes to see Jack leaning against the hood of a massive truck. It had a flat bed like his old one, but this one also had two and half rows of seating. I readjusted my bag and strolled over to him.

“New ride?”

“Family car.”

My eyebrows shot up.

“Family?”

“Lots changed since you left.”

“I can see that. You could send a fucking postcard once in a while, you know.”

He grunted. Jack was a man of few words. But then he surprised me.

“So could you.” He gestured to the truck. “Get in.”

I tossed my bag in the back and climbed in, looking around. “Nice… really fucking nice.” I ran my hand over the dash. “Want a cookie?”

Jack just stared at me. I stared back. He was intimidating as fuck, but he was my brother. I wasn’t scared of him. I grinned, happy as fuck to be off public transportation.

“So, where are we going? Strip club? Bar? Poker game? I need alcohol and women. And a bed, eventually anyway.” I grinned. “I can fuck standing up.”

Jack ignored my comments.

“Clubhouse. You can shack up there. Dev said you can take his room.”

“No shit?”

“Yeah. He doesn’t need it.”

I nodded. I’d expected to crash in one of the little spare rooms at the clubhouse, but I hadn’t expected to get Dev’s sweet room. He had his own bathroom and a mini fridge, not to mention privacy. It was the only room upstairs, far from the stripper poles and pool tables that were usually going until dawn.

I had put all my shit in boxes and let my lease expire. My bike was in Jack’s shop and I had a couple of boxes and maybe two pieces of furniture in Donnie’s barn. Other than that, everything I had was in that beat up duffle bag in the back of Jack’s truck.

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Women fall into my lap. Until an innocent beauty crosses my path and wants nothing to do with me. I’m one of the Devil’s Riders, the inner circle of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in California. My brothers and I live on the edge of society, and we like it just fine. I’m swimming in easy women, but I’m easily bored. Then one day, I see her. Molly McRae. She’s easy on the eyes and sweet as pie. All I want to do is take a bite. From the moment I see Molly, I’m on a mission. I chase her down and learn her name. Then I begin my campaign to make her mine. I want to mark her. I want to tattoo her silky skin and kiss away her tears. Hell, I want to put my brand on her. My name. My ring. And I won’t stop until she’s mine.
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The Night it all changed

Callaway

“Not tonight, ladies.”

I felt a little guilty about all the disappointed faces, but I had somewhere to be. A birthday to celebrate.

And to be honest, I was kind of bored with the constant hooking up with the club girls. They were more than just easy. They were literally always available and down to do just about anything a truly perverted mind could think up. Some of the guys called them skanks, but I didn’t think that was a nice way to talk about a lady.

Of course, that didn’t mean I hadn’t spent many a night fucking them stupid. Usually, two or three at a time. More than a couple of times, four. And twice, five.

Yeah, I’m kind of a legend around here.

Not just for the way I use my ink gun either.

I’m the latest addition to the inner circle of the club. I’d come up with Whiskey and had been brought inside on his word. Devlin, Jack, and Donahue all counted me as a brother. All the club guys were brothers in theory, but we were close brothers. Tight.

Blood brothers.

I hadn’t had much of a family growing up other than my nana. My parents had been addicts, and both died young. Not before scaring the fuck out of me a bunch of times though.

It had been my phone call, after finding my mom lying in her own sick with a needle in her arm, that made my nana come and get me. She’d tried to protect me for years, but my mom had put on a good show for Child Protective Services. This was the final straw.

I’d been six years old but smart enough to call my nana, who called 911. She’d driven hours in the dead of night to sit with her grandson and speak to the EMTs and the police. They treated my mother’s lifeless body like she was a piece of garbage, just something in the way to deal with. An inconvenience, not a person.

I’d had an aversion to cops ever since.

And a boatload of respect for my grandmother.

I could never disrespect any woman because of that respect. Yes, they were more or less interchangeable to me, sexually. But I never turned down a good time.

But lately, things were changing. Lately, I had not been feeling it.

I wanted more than a place to put my dick. That was easy. I needed more than that. It was sneaking up on me, but it was there. I was like an uncle to Becky and Whiskey’s kid, and it started to give me the itch for one of my own.

Of course, that meant I’d have to find a woman worth staying home for. I could hardly imagine it, but maybe, just maybe, I was willing to put away my wild nights for one very lucky lady.

I could say my future old lady was lucky for a couple of reasons, but number one was my incredibly long . . . tongue.

Even before I was a full club member, I’d never been at a loss for women. The guys all thought it was because I had a pretty face and some major ink. Some thought it was my piercings. Or the fact that I had a gigantic dick.

Nope. None of those things.

All I had to do to get a woman was one thing.

I just had to show her I could lick my eyebrows.

Oh yeah, my tongue was longer than most guys’ cocks. And I could work miracles with it. Of course, I didn’t treat just anyone. But now and then, I’d show a lady a really, really good time.

I held a fist in the air as I left the clubhouse. It was still early, but there were women lining up, looking for fun. I had a bag of coke in my jacket pocket, a bunch of rolled joints, three bottles of tequila and a case of beer at my crib, but tonight, I was going to be a good boy.

Tonight was Nana’s birthday.

I jumped on my ride and tore off, making sure to stop home to pick up the present I’d bought for her earlier. I’d had just enough time to swing by the fancy florist in town before they closed.

I headed to the skilled nursing home where my nana was living. I paid for every cent of her care, and it was expensive too. But she was worth it.

Because of the house I had bought her a few years back and all the money I’d sent her over the years, she didn’t quite qualify for low-income medical insurance. So it was all out of pocket.

It was a good place, though, and she liked it. And if she ever took a fall again, someone would be there to help her. I’d nearly lost my mind last year when she took a tumble and was too far from the phone to call for help.

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I waited years for her. One day she disappeared without a trace. I just didn’t know she was carrying my baby. I’m one of the Sons of Satan, part of an inner circle we call The Devil’s Riders. I was just a prospect when I first saw her. Becky Townsdale, the curvy girl who worked at Mae’s diner. She’s so pretty it hurts to look at her. I waited to make a move until I was officially a Devil’s Rider. And then, the night of the club Prez’s wedding, I made her mine. Devlin and Kaylie might have gotten married that night, but we’re the ones who made a baby. I just didn’t know it yet. Now she’s back in town to help Mae save the diner before it gets shut down. She’s avoiding me but I’m not having it. I’ve waited a year to get over her and it never happened. I want her back, this time for good. And that’s before I find out about the baby. She’s mine and she doesn’t even know it yet.
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One Year Ago

Whiskey

I stood by the door, as usual. It was the best spot for keeping an eye on things. Controlling who got in and out. Jack was busy with his kids and I was the one Devlin trusted to keep watch now .

Not that we expected trouble. Not tonight anyway. But we had to be vigilant. Thanks to my years in the Corps, that was pretty much second nature to me. I didn’t really know any other way to be .

The Spawns were having a huge wedding day celebration, and no one was going to ruin it. Not the Vipers, who were still pissed after Jack had raided their massage parlor a few years back. Not even the cops would dare mess with us today .

I’d been a full member for only a few weeks, having hauled ass as a prospect for years. As a full member I got a lot of privileges. I sat in on meetings with Dev, Donnie, and Jack, for one thing. I got to share in the profits of the club. And I had about a hundred fifty brothers to call on if I needed help, just like they could call on me .

And most important of all, I could ride with my club leathers .

The women were another privilege, but not one I was partaking in .

The sweetbutts had offered me a very warm welcome. A welcome that would make a porn star blush. Three women had offered themselves to me, and all at the same time. To be precise, a blond, a brunette and a redhead, with not one natural breast between them .

Three women I had turned down .

Politely, of course. It wouldn’t do to be rude to a lady, even if she wasn’t acting like one .

I took some ribbing for passing on that particular proposition but I didn’t care. Most of the guys knew by now that I had a serious thing for the new girl at the diner. I wasn’t interested in a quick piece of ass .

I wanted a real woman in my bed .

Becky was a waitress at the diner in town. She was so bright and beautiful and so sexy it gave me wood just thinking about her. She looked so cute and juicy in her little waitress uniform, I’d started to react to the diner itself. At this point, the smell of burgers and fries affected me like Viagra .

And that was nothing compared to how she looked today, all dolled up in a fancy dress .

I let my eyes linger on her insanely feminine form as Janet pulled her onto the dance floor .

She wore a bubble gum pink dress that hugged her crazy curves. She was round in all the right places. A real woman I could hold on to .

I had ideas about what I would do with those curves. Ideas about how to make them jiggle while she screamed in pleasure, hopefully as I lifted and lowered her on and off my cock .

Oh yeah, I wanted to give little Miss Becky a ride on the Pony Express. My pony. All ten inches of him .

And tonight, I was going to go for it .

She looked adorable as she danced, young and carefree. She was giggling as she made a sexy face at her friends. She was probably too good for a scarred-up bad boy like me .

Probably? Definitely .

But I didn’t much care .

I’d waited long enough to make a play for her. And she’d eventually started giving me signs that she liked me back. A friendly hello. Lingering looks. Touching her hair a lot when I was around .

She sure blushed when I smiled at her too .

Not to mention she always slipped me free refills on a soda or a cup of coffee. And even if I was an outlaw, she wasn’t unfamiliar with that world. She was friends with Kaylie and a bunch of the old ladies from the club too .

So I knew she definitely didn’t hate bikers on principle .

That didn’t mean she wanted to roll around with one either. And I wanted to roll around with her. Not just a little bit .

I wanted to start an earthquake .

But I wanted more than that. Not just sex. I wanted to be with her for real. Maybe that would count for something .

I tapped Callaway on the shoulder. He was one of the prospects who had come up with me. He was loyal and diligent, and Dev considered him part of the inner circle .

I loved Callaway like a brother, even though I thought he was kind of crazy. But he never hesitated when he had a job to do .

He had taken the sweetbutts up on the offer they made me the night we made full members. Rumor had it, he’d spent the night with four of them .

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I can take it or leave it, honey. I’m not easy to impress. But when I see an angel behind the counter at Mae’s, I’ve got to have her. SALLY I left behind my life to start over. My successful career as a country music singer, friends and family, everything. All to get away from my abusive, obsessive ex. So what if I’m lonely? So what if I miss singing and sequins? I’m safe, and that’s what matters. But the big biker with the blue eyes has other ideas. He makes me laugh and breathless all at the same time. He makes me want more. But it’s not safe. Not for either one of us. DONAHUE She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And that’s before I ever heard her sing. Her voice cuts through the chatter, through the noise. Straight through to the emptiness inside me. Everyone thinks I’m happy-go-lucky, but she’s different. She sees right through me. And as much as I want her underneath me, tangled in my sheets, but I want her beside me just as badly. She needs saving. She’s afraid to let me in. But what she doesn’t know is that I need saving too. And she’s just the woman to do it. This book was previously released under a different title. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded.
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Six Months Ago

Donahue

Donnie lifted his head from the woman's luscious mounds. He'd picked her up at the supermarket less than an hour ago. Now they were on her kitchen floor, with the unpacked grocery bags tipped over beside them.

Donnie hadn't had to work to get the brunette's top off. As usual, all he had to do was smile. He knew he had a nice smile. And it crinkled his bright blue eyes just so.

It wasn't just his looks that got him so much tail though. He liked and respected women. They could tell. He always treated them well, even if he didn't stick around for long. He'd had his shirt cried on a few times over that, but it didn't make a difference. He had to move on, and quickly.

He just wasn't the settling down type.

That did not mean he didn’t know how to treat a lady. He did. And he was damned good at it, too.

He grinned at the girl laying beneath him. He was pretty sure her name was Pamela. Recently divorced. No spring chicken. But cute. And what a rack she had on her! He grinned and ran his fingers lightly over her nipples again.

Donnie was definitely a boob man.

He pulled his shirt off and leaned down to kiss her. She was moaning and writhing underneath him as her giant breasts bobbed against his chest.

Hmmmmfff… that felt nice.

He unbuttoned his pants and shimmied them off his hips and down to his knees. Then he rolled her over on top of him and smiled.

She giggled and straddled him, pulling her panties to the side. He groaned at the feeling of her slick pussy against him. He reached down and pulled a rubber out of his pocket.

"Put this on me would you, sweetheart?"

She nodded and took the rubber out of it's wrapper. Then she rolled it down over him, using her mouth.

Damn! That was a first.

She sucked him for a few minutes through the condom before sliding up above him again. He grabbed her hip with one hand and his stiff prick with the other.

"Lift your dress up."

The girl complied and he watched as she slid down over him, enveloping him in her heat. He bit his lip and stared as she rode him slowly, building up a tempo. The girl was lost in her own pleasure as he enjoyed the show, her big boobs bouncing faster and faster until she threw her head back and came.

Loudly.

In fact, she sounded like an animal in distress. Something from one of those nature shows his sister loved. Maybe even a marine mammal.

Like a whale.

He raised an eyebrow and waited for her to be finished. Then he rolled her over without withdrawing and went to town. It was his turn to get his rocks off and he made quick work of it.

Donnie sawed his cock in and out of her quickly, wanting it be over for some reason. He worked his hips like a piston, drilling for oil.

Oh fuck!

He groaned as he felt his dick erupt inside her, his come filling the condom. His hips jerked a few more times before he stopped, pulling out fast.

He smiled distractedly at the dazed girl on the floor. She looked satisfied. Good. That was the point, wasn't it? To get them both off?

He wondered sometimes.

Donnie grabbed a dish towel and wiped his dick clean. Then he grabbed a beer from his bag of groceries and drank it quickly. He wanted to leave but he wasn’t an ass about it. He offered her a drink but she shook her head.

She picked up the coloring book that Donnie had been buying when they met.

"You got kids?"

Donnie finished his beer and wiped the back of his mouth.

"No. A sister."

The girl sat up, not bothering to cover up her tits. He almost rolled his eyes. He had lost interest in looking at them already.

"Awww, how old?"

"Eighteen."

Pamela's face twisted in confusion, making her look stupid. The next words out of her mouth confirmed it.

"Eighteen? What's wrong with her?"

Donnie grabbed his shirt and pulled it on over his head. He took the coloring book from her hands and put it back in his grocery bag. Then he jerked his head at the other bag. It had tipped over and fruits and vegetables were all over the floor along with a carton of low fat milk.

"I wouldn't drink that milk. Probably spoiled by now."

Then he left without a backwards glance.

Chapter 1

Donahue

Donnie sat in one of the booths and stared out into space. Actually, that's not true. He blinked and realized he was doing it again.

He was making a habit of it, and Donnie didn’t do habits. Not when it came to women.

But he'd been watching her again, all the same. Just like he did every single time he came into the diner.

The new girl.

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I'm big and mean. I like it dirty. She's off limits and way too innocent. But I'd like to see someone try and stop me. Janet When my career as a dancer is sidelined due to an injury, I have no idea what to do with my life. My best friend Kaylie is dating the head of the Devil’s Riders, so I tag along when she hangs out at the club. That’s when I see him. The one they call the Viking. He never says a word, but his eyes burn into me. He watches out for me, even kisses me, but that’s it. The man refuses to take the next step. I know he wants me. I just need to tip the big guy over the edge. You know what they say about the big ones, right? Jack I’m big and mean and I don’t give a damn about anything but the Riders. But when the fiesty redhead shows up with the Prez’s old lady, I’m told to watch her. Problem is, I can’t stop. I want my eyes and the rest of me, on her. She’s a pain in the ass but that doesn’t change biology. She’s mine for the taking, and I’m going to take her up on the offer. For good. I’m just not sure she can handle what I’m offering her.
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Prologue

Jack

Jack watched as brother after brother disappeared into the back with the sweetbutts. Everyone was so focused on getting ass they didn’t pay attention to what really mattered: staying alive.

The club wasn’t just about getting wasted and getting tail. It meant something. They were supposed to be a well oiled machine. An army.

But this was just… sloppy.

He shook his head. He didn't have the patience for dealing with women. Not when he had bigger fish to fry.

It had been a while since he laid anyone though. He hadn’t had the urge. Some people might say he didn’t have any urges, at all.

He knew he could have his pick of the women hanging around the bar tonight. Hell, a couple of them would have done anything to get a couple of minutes with his cock. He had gotten a reputation for being unnaturally large. Not from any locker room talk either.

It was just visible through his pants.

It was kind of hard to hide something the size of a tree trunk.

It was true that he was big, but also a pain in the ass. Could he help it that he was 6’4” with a cock to match? It didn’t mean he was offering rides.

In fact, he was way too popular for his liking.

Something about the way he kept to himself only seemed to make the girls more desperate to get his attention. They made it clear they'd do anything to please him. He sneered at a girl with frizzy bleached out hair who brushed past him with a simper.

Maybe it was time to head home.

He stalked over to the bar and put down the heavy mug that Donnie kept just for him.

"Want a refill?"

Jack shook his head. He'd been drinking ginger ale all night, as usual.

"Calling it a night?"

"Yeah."

Donnie smiled at him. Jack didn't smile back. It wasn't that he didn't like Donnie. It was just that Jack never smiled.

Donnie held out his hand and Jack clasped it in a show of brotherhood.

"See you tomorrow, Viking."

Jack nodded and left. He ignored the looks he was getting from the rest of the club and the easy women who were lounging everywhere. He was not in the mood for dealing with them, even just for some head.

He strode out to his bike and climbed on. It was just a quick ride to his shop and the apartment above it. It was late but he wasn't sleepy. He decided to throw the lights on upstairs and work on the roof deck.

Jack was hammering in two by four planks of cedar when he looked up at the sky. It was already getting light out but he could still see the stars. It was beautiful up here.

Or it would be, when he was finished.

He wondered briefly who the hell he was building this for. It's not like he had anyone to share it with other than Dev and Donnie. Hell, he hardly even talked to them, even though he saw them every day.

He would lay down his life for them in a heart beat.

Not that it was saying much. He knew his life wasn't worth much to anyone anyway.

He’d known that since he was five years old.

Chapter One

Janet

Janet stared at her shoes while her father droned on and on about responsibility. She did her best to tune him out completely. It wasn’t like she hadn’t heard it all before.

Over and over again.

She was mentally running her routine. The last part she’d played in the Seattle Ballet Company. In her mind she marked out all her steps, swooping with the music. It was almost like she was back there, dancing her heart out. Even though it had been well over a year ago.

It almost worked too.

And then her mother took over the lecture, making sure Janet knew how humiliated she was to have a daughter ‘like her.’

Ouch. That was a new one.

Janet tuned her out too. It was better this way. Don’t try and make them see reason. That had never gotten her far. Just let them have their say and she could get on with her life.

Whatever that was going to turn out to be.

She bit her tongue to keep from talking back. They just didn't get her. They never had, and she doubted they ever would. They had expectations about the way a proper young lady should sit and talk and behave.

Ideas that seemed straight out of the 1950’s if you asked Janet.

Her parents were extremely well off and belonged to every club in town. They had the nicest house in the neighborhood, the nicest cars, and until recently, the nicest little goody two shoes, professional ballet dancer for a daughter.

She almost laughed but she didn't want to get them going again. She had been a goody two shoes. Until about a year ago. Then BAM.

Now, not so much.

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Kaylie was just out of high school and still a virgin when she noticed someone following her. Wherever she went, she heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind her. It wasn't always the same guy, but she knew they were always there for him. Devlin McRae. He was the head of the local MC club and as mean as a snake. At least that's what people said. She'd waited on him a few times at the diner and he'd always been polite and tipped extremely well. He was gorgeous too, tall, built and blond with boyish good looks. She hadn't minded a bit when she'd felt his eyes following her around the restaurant. But being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would she do if Devlin ever caught her?
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Prologue

Devlin sat at the bar at the clubhouse. It was a typical Tuesday night at the Spawn's headquarters. As usual, there were a couple of sweetbutts giving him the eye. He pulled on his beer.

He wasn't taking them up on their unspoken offer tonight. He hadn’t in a while, especially now that the time was getting close. The girls were accommodating to be sure, especially to the MC Club President. He knew it didn't hurt that he was tall and muscular with boyish good looks.

Fuck man, he was beating women off with a stick on a daily basis. Had been for years. He ignored them for the most part, only giving them the nod when he was pent up. And it had been months now.

He’d just come from the diner. He was always riled up when he came from there. He was horny as hell.

Because of her.

Kaylie. The sweet little waitress who worked at Mae's. He went in at least twice a week. And twice a week, he came out frustrated. It was getting worse too, the older she got. The girl was ripe for the plucking- almost.

He'd been waiting almost two years already.

Waiting for her to grow up.

She was eighteen now at least but still in high school. There was no way he could approach her. Not if he wanted something that could last. Damn if he didn't already think of her as his old lady.

So he couldn't touch her. Not yet. He eyed the girls preening for his benefit nearby. There were two, a blond and a brunette. There was no way in hell he was touching the club skanks.

He was about to send them away when he saw trouble walk in. It was his ex, Dani. She was always creating some sort of drama. He cursed under his breath and called Donnie over from behind the bar.

"Yeah man what's up?"

Dev jerked his head toward the door.

"Oh shit. Her again? Want me to get rid of her?"

Dev just shook his head. As family of a club member, she had a right to be there. Within limits. And Dani was always testing limits.

"Give me a shot. I'm going to make a point."

“You taking what they are offering?”

“No. But Dani doesn’t need to know that.”

He gave the signal to the two sweetbutts and they came over to him, each sliding an arm around his shoulders. He tossed back the shot and glanced over his shoulder at Dani. She was scowling, not liking seeing him with two girls. Hell, she didn't seem to like seeing him with anyone.

That was her problem.

They had dated so long ago, and only for a couple of months. She was a nice enough looking woman, but he had only kept it going out of respect for her sister's husband, Bruce. He was a good guy and a rock solid club member.

Dev had already nailed her when he realized that she wasn't just a hanger on. He'd had to pay her the proper respect. But that's the only reason he didn't treat her like a club skank.

God knows she acted like one.

One of the girls whispered in his ear, asking him if he wanted to do them together. He nodded, deciding to play along until they were in private. He would tell them to take a hike soon.

As long as Dani thought he was otherwise occupied, she would leave. He could use some peace and quiet anyway.

Dev stood and the girls followed him out of the barroom. They went into the back of the clubhouse and up the stairs were that led to his private crib. It was just a bedroom and a bathroom but as Club President it was his and his alone. There were other rooms for the rest of the club to crash but this was his own personal space.

“Give it five minutes, then you can go.”

“You don’t want to party?”

“No. It’s too soon.”

“Soon till what?”

“Too soon till I get what I really want.”

The girls shrugged and sat on the edge of his bed, playing with their phones until he told them they could go. He pulled deeply on his beer and grabbed another one from the small fridge in the corner. He was beat and didn’t want to take the chance Dani was still down there.

The only way to get rid of her was to be with someone else. And soon, that was not going to be an issue.

Pretty soon, it would be official.

He was about to be a one woman man.

Chapter 1

Kaylie

Someone was following her. Again.

It was a perfect day. A warm, early summer day in the middle of June. The sun was shining, the birds were singing.

And she was being followed.

She felt like a deer being stalked by a wolf in the woods. She knew they weren’t there to hurt her. But she didn’t understand why they were stalking her if they weren’t going to pounce.

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