I shouldn't have let down my guard.
For five long years, I echoed the words honor, loyalty, and brotherhood off my prison cell walls. It's all that's kept me going. Now on the outside, seeing my club all twisted up, all I want is my freedom, freedom from everything—including that brotherhood.
Pres wants one last ride out of me then all my debts are paid.
Bullets, fire, a goddamned army, nothing will keep me from finishing this run! Except for the one thing I hadn't counted on.
A girl named Maya.
Burn Up, a motorcycle romance set in the Steel Veins Motorcycle Club, is filled with heat, nail-biting violence, and heart-racing adventure. Burn Up has been reedited, packaged, and is complete with NEW material.
The best thing about being the baddest motherfuckers on the block is knowing that no one has the balls to say otherwise. We could walk around like king shit because people did what we told them to do. Yeah, we were still relatively new as a club, but we took this town over like a tornado.
A club like ours was still small fish in the scheme of things, but without any nearby competition and nobody to fuck with us, we seemed all that much bigger in this tiny-ass pond.
I wasn’t a greedy man, but standing on a bed lined with cash and two girls on my nuts, I knew what I liked.
I was a king, and this was my throne.
“Hendrix, baby. Let me play too. Please?” I didn’t know the raven-haired beauty’s name. I’d paid her to strip dance for me across the room. She was just the background noise—a sexy TV show to steal glances at occasionally while the redhead and I set up different positions. I ignored her until I was ready to change the channel.
A stack of twenties tumbled from the bed as I flipped the redhead onto her back. She giggled and flailed, knocking over a half-full bottle of the most expensive tequila I’d ever seen. I didn’t care as I had a case of that shit next to the bed, and we were both already pretty fucked up.
It was good to be the king.
Life was short, but I lived it to the fullest. Tonight, that meant having the craziest sex I could ever imagine in my room of our clubhouse. Tonight I was a rock star. A fucking rich-ass rock star!
A club like ours was still small fish in the scheme of things, but without any nearby competition and nobody to fuck with us, we seemed all that much bigger in this tiny-ass pond.
I wasn’t a greedy man, but standing on a bed lined with cash and two girls on my nuts, I knew what I liked.
I was a king, and this was my throne.
“Hendrix, baby. Let me play too. Please?” I didn’t know the raven-haired beauty’s name. I’d paid her to strip dance for me across the room. She was just the background noise—a sexy TV show to steal glances at occasionally while the redhead and I set up different positions. I ignored her until I was ready to change the channel.
A stack of twenties tumbled from the bed as I flipped the redhead onto her back. She giggled and flailed, knocking over a half-full bottle of the most expensive tequila I’d ever seen. I didn’t care as I had a case of that shit next to the bed, and we were both already pretty fucked up.
It was good to be the king.
Life was short, but I lived it to the fullest. Tonight, that meant having the craziest sex I could ever imagine in my room of our clubhouse. Tonight I was a rock star. A fucking rich-ass rock star!
 | She should never have stayed. I should never have kept her. Bad guys like me? We crave violence, danger, and someone warm in our beds. Someone like her? She is beautiful and surprisingly strong. But saving her was a mistake for both of us. It would have been easier if I'd let my MC kill her when they were getting revenge on her uncle. Now it's too late. I don't want sympathy or forgiveness. I just want her. Blow Out, a motorcycle romance set in the Steel Veins Motorcycle Club, is filled with heat, nail-biting violence, and heart-racing adventure. Blow Out has been reedited, packaged, and is complete with NEW material. She should never have stayed. I should never have kept her. Bad guys like me? We crave violence, danger, and someone warm in our beds. Someone like her? She is beautiful and surprisingly strong. But saving her was a mistake for the both of us. It would have been easier if I'd let my MC kill her when they were getting revenge on her uncle. Now it's too late. I don't want sympathy or forgiveness. I just want her. Blow Out, a motorcycle romance set in the Steel Veins Motorcycle Club, is filled with heat, nail-biting violence, and heart-racing adventure. Blow Out has been reedited, packaged, and is complete with NEW material. |
 | Her biggest mistake was arresting me. My biggest mistake was falling for her. She's going to ruin two long, hard years of work within my club, and it's going to get her killed. To protect her, I'll have to keep her dangerously close. Close enough to run my rough hands down her smooth curves. She says she's all business, but I can see her fierce, brown eyes wandering over my body. The sexual tension between us is stronger than the handcuffs she has me in. She'll never trust me. She shouldn't. Because I'm not the criminal she thinks I am…. I'm so much worse Raw Deal, a motorcycle romance set in the Steel Veins Motorcycle Club, is filled with heat, nail-biting violence, and heart-racing adventure. |
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