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Perdition MC is a little bit gritty, a little bit chaotic, and filled with men who have complicated pasts and women who aren't afraid to give them hell. At the heart of it all are stories about loyalty, family, second chances, and finding love in the middle of whatever trouble comes barreling through the door next.
Never Ever... Go Backwards.
It was just supposed to be one night. One party to remind her of the good ole days, to remember what it had been like to have a family. It was not supposed to turn into a one night stand, and it was definitely not supposed to involve the guy every woman within a hundred miles had taken a ride on, or turn into more than just a good time. But his eyes... His dirty mouth... One night couldn't hurt, right? Never Ever... Get involved. Never ever, commit. The only thing he was involved in, was the club. The only people he was committed to, were his brothers. He had a roof over his head, a job he liked, brothers to share the good times with. Plenty of women who came through the club if he needed to get off, women with no strings and no expectations. What else did he need? But her ass... The way she shot him down... That sass! That mouth...God, that mouth... Book ONE in the Perdition MC series, NO CLIFFHANGERS! Meant for readers 18+
Everything goes somewhere…
Blue Oyster Cult is playing on the radio as Dillon enters the lair of bikers, and she can't help but look around for the shadow of death that invaded her home and sent her racing to Austin.
There's no reason for her to be here, and his first instinct to seeing this gorgeous woman wearing a bulky sweatshirt in the middle of summer is to call the bomb squad. To the shock of every member of Perdition, it’s not a vest packed with C4 she’s got under there. It’s a message scrawled across her chest in black ink, and the meaning is clear. Ghost is back.
Nasa's reaction to Dillon is visceral, a connection formed the instant she turned her wild tiger eyes his way. She has him wrestling between what he knows to be true, and the burning desire to claim her as his own. The facts can't be ignored, and he has to decide whether or not Dillon is a victim in need of his protection or another one of Ghost’s minions here to destroy Perdition.
Take a chance…
Raid longed for the feeling of the wind on his face, the sound of his Harley roaring in his ears, the smell of the road. But now, all he felt was pain, all he heard was the guy down the hall screaming for help, all he smelled was blood, piss, and the death he was being denied. Paralyzed from the hips down after being hit by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan, he was stuck in his hospital bed remembering days gone by when he'd had something worth living for.
Athena sent a letter to a random soldier in the hospital, not knowing how else to give back, and after six months of being pen pals, she'd developed quite a crush on the guy. On Raid. But then after asking to come visit him in the hospital, he vehemently told her no, and hadn't responded to any more letters. It left her wondering if she'd been catfished, left her wondering if the break from reality his letters had given her, the connection she'd thought they had, was nothing but words on a page. One letter, and everything changed. Who'd have thought?
He’s no Saint…
Ripley asked for help to put furniture together. What she didn't ask for was him. One of the unbelievably hot brothers of Perdition MC. Weak in the knees every time Saint looks her way, she melts. With an exchange of favors, Ripley dives in thinking her eyes are wide open, never expecting to lose her heart in the process. Never expecting the burn to be so intense.
Saint knew he should be focusing on finding the man responsible for murdering a brother and his wife –with the taste of lemons and sugar on his mind–he is determined not to fail. But when he discovers the killer is a monster unlike any he’s hunted before, he realizes every person he holds dear is in danger. And so is Ripley.