Desert Rebels MC Series

Demon - He's a known womanizer and a man with secrets, but he runs Desert Rebels with an iron fist. He had an old lady once, and he doesn't want another one. A spirited little club girl catches his eye, but fear of commitment forces him to push her away. Trouble and betrayal in the MC brings them back together, leaving him with a decision to make--either trust her and claim her, or send her away for good. Bobbie - She's a club girl whose purpose is to satisfy the men, but there's only one man she wants--the president of Desert Rebels. He avoids her until the pain of seeing him with every other woman causes her to leave. But leaving doesn't keep her from getting into trouble with the club, and soon she's right back where she started. Distrust and betrayal comes between them, but Bobbie's determined to prove to Demon that she can be the old lady that he needs. Excerpt - I dropped the towel and reached for my panties. "You've lost weight." I screamed and jerkily grabbed my tee, bringing it up to cover me. My eyes darted to the bed where the voice had come from, finding Demon sitting up against the headboard with his long legs crossed at the ankles. Relief and anger vied for first place in my emotions, but anger won out. "What the fuck, Demon?! What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I watched him like a hawk as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet. A few short steps, and he was stopping in front of me. I forced myself to hold his sharp, assessing gaze. His eyes dropped down the front of me, burning me with their intensity. "Get dressed. You're going with me." His arrogance fueled my anger. "No. I'm not." I so wanted to slip into my tee, feeling exposed in spite of the fact that I was holding the shirt against my body. He'd seen me naked before, but this situation felt far more intimate than when he'd watched as I'd tried to wash Roland off of me. His eyes hadn't held that predatory, hungry look like they were now. He took a threatening step closer. I took a step back, coming up against my dresser. I caught my breath, feeling a rush of heat envelop me. I did not want Demon, I didn't want him to touch me. I hated him. He leaned down close to my face. "I caught you with our enemies, bitch. Considering the trouble we've had and the fact that you conveniently left the club right before all that shit went down, you look guilty as fuck." "You're crazy!" I hissed. "My leaving had nothing to do with what happened at the clubhouse, or with your brothers. As for finding me with your enemies, they took me, asshole. One of those cages was mine!" I was trembling with emotion. Something flickered in his eyes. "That may be, but there's still too many unanswered questions right now. Until I get to the fucking truth you'll be a guest of Desert Rebels." "Fuck you, Demon! Get out!" "Maybe if you hadn't run, I wouldn't be here now," he growled, so close to me I could feel his breath against my face.

He can't resist her. She can't refuse him. Lies will rip them apart. As enforcer of the Desert Rebels Cole's job is to protect his MC. A favor for a friend has them taking in a young woman they think is trying to get away from a crazy ex. Turns out she's lying. When the truth comes out, so does trouble to the club. Cole wants Raven, but will their insane attraction to one another be enough to overcome the deception and give them a chance at happiness?

She was a fucking goddess, the kind that men would go to their death willingly just for a taste of her.  To see if the reality lived up to the fantasy. But I wasn't a man. I was a fucking monster. And her interest in me was going to be her ruin. The only thing I gave a damn about was my club, and my brothers. And I was going to show her just how fucking dangerous I could become. Excerpt He brought the bottle up to his lips, finished off the contents, and then threw it off into the darkness behind him in a violent move that caused me to shiver. Then, without a word or warning, he took the few short steps to where I was sitting and reached for me. I gasped when his hands wrapped around my upper arms and he hauled me to my feet. "You're going to regret this, but I know you want it as much as I do." I didn't have the wherewithal to utter a single word in response. It was all I could do to take in air as LD hauled me down to the edge of the porch where the light didn't reach us. I didn't even make a token attempt to resist. He didn't give me the chance to anyway. He was big and brutal and so strong that I was helpless. The next thing I was aware of was being pushed up against the side of the house and crushed by the big body behind me. "LD—" "Don't talk," he snarled against my ear. The feel of his hot whiskey breath against me caused a full-on body reaction. I could feel the strength of his arousal against my bottom and couldn't stop myself from thrusting back into it. His hiss told me what I was doing to him. I was dressed for bed, barefoot, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of boy shorts and a cropped tank that left a lot of skin exposed. It was easy for him to finger the material aside. His movements were rough. I sucked in my breath as his teeth skated over the length of my exposed neck. *Explicit language and adult situations. Book can be read as a standalone but readers may want to read the series in order for a better reading experience.

It had been a year since the woman Sax loved walked away. He'd thought Holly had been it for him, that he'd found something that would last a lifetime. But some things just weren't meant to be. After a year on the road, he returned to the Desert Rebels, ready to move on with his life without her...until she shows up...and with a baby.   Excerpt "Which one of my brothers do I kill?"   The coldness of his tone frightened me. He meant it. "I never cheated on you," I whispered hoarsely. A sob escaped me. "I love you."   He pounded the pillow next to my head. "Enough," he snarled impatiently. "I don't want to hear that fucking lie out of your mouth again." Even as he growled the angry words, he kept his voice low.   It wasn't a lie, but his tone revealed that he wouldn't believe that it was anything but. That he'd made up his mind, and he was too filled with hate and rage to contemplate any other possibility. Ava could very well be his, but telling him that wouldn't help at that moment. He was fueled by alcohol and another emotion that I hadn't seen in him before. A kind of desperation.   "I loved you." Again in the past tense. His tortured whisper broke me. "I. Loved. You." His mouth moved against the side of my neck as he spoke, the feel of his firm lips causing little tingles down my spine.   I felt his hands glide down the side of my barely clad body where he gripped my hips brutally hard. I remembered how good we were together. How every time we'd fucked, it had felt as if it were the first time all over again. The excitement, the intense ride to completion, had never waned between us. As the hard ridge of his cock rested against my pelvic bone, I thought how easy it would be for Sax to open his pants and just slip into me.

Bull plays as hard as he works in the MC, and he likes his life just the way it is. No commitments and a different woman in his bed every night. But a sweet little nurse catches his attention and before he knows it he's dealing with more than just trouble in the club. Excerpt I found his crooked grin a turn-on, and I scolded myself for letting my libido get out of hand. The waitress showed up with our beers, and I noticed that a couple more buttons had been undone on her uniform. I watched Bull to see if he noticed, and just as I'd expected, his eyes dropped from her smiling face to the deep cleavage she had on display. When she bent over to set his beer down her boobs practically popped out of her top. I rolled my eyes internally and brushed off the mild unexpected jealousy I felt. The man was not even my type, but then my type hadn't been working out for me so well lately. The waitress moved to set my beer down, all the while keeping her eyes on Bull. "Thanks for the beer," I said, because I'd been taught to be polite. "And the view." Bull had just taken a drink and practically snorted out his first mouthful. The woman's smile dropped and her head snapped my way. Our eyes met as she straightened up. I kept the friendly smile on my face, undaunted by the sharpness turning her eyes to stone. What, did she think she wasn't being obvious? "I'll be right back with your meals." She spun around and left. I caught the humor in Bull's eyes. "She doesn't know that we're not together. What gives her the right to come on to you like that?" I laughed softly, reaching for my beer. "She'll probably spit in my food now." His deep chuckle caused goose bumps to run down my spine. "Hate to burst your bubble, Sprite, but she knows we're not together." My smile disappeared. "Why? Is she your girlfriend?" He shook his head. "She knows my type." "And what's your type?" "Not you." *Recommend series be read in order: Cole, Demon, LD, Sax, and Bull

Known as the MC's man-whore Loco wears the title proudly. He's living the life, and has all the pussy he wants until a poolside goddess with copper hair and curves for days catches his eye. Their attraction is instant and off the charts and one night in Millie's bed shows him that sex with the right woman could cure him of his roaming ways. Will he be able to change for her?   Excerpt   Holy shit!   As soon as my eyes lit on the stunning redhead, I fucking wanted her. And when she cast those mesmerizing green eyes on me, I knew the attraction went both ways. She tried to hide it, but the color flushing her pretty round cheeks, and the way she parted those full, kissable lips as if she were surprised by her reaction to me, revealed the truth.   And being the man-whore that I was, my dick stood up and took notice.   I was suddenly glad that I'd accompanied Frenchie to see his new woman, Lissa. I'd barely taken the time to admire her obvious attributes, nor the tiny blonde sitting next to her. I couldn't drag my fucking gaze off the curvy siren with them. She had tits that made my palms itch with the need to get a hold of them. My other hand clenched with the thought of grasping her by all that wild hair and then taking her mouth in a kiss that would stake my fucking claim.   Claim? Oh, hell no!   I couldn't believe the shit that was going through my head. I was the club man-whore, and I had a reputation to uphold. Club bitches were already complaining that my brothers were deserting them for permanent pussy, and I'd sworn it wasn't going to happen to me. Nope. No way was I giving up free and easy pussy with no strings attached for any single woman. No matter how fucking enticing she was.   "Heard you were going to be spending some time at the pool," I heard Frenchie say in his thick accent.   All at once I had three beautiful women looking at me. "Got a swim invite," I added. A laugh burst out of the red-headed goddess before she could stifle it behind her hand.   I stared down at her, willing my dick to behave even though I knew that it was too fucking late. My eyes kept going back to the huge, beautiful tits spilling out of her top. "Got something to say, darlin'?"   I could tell that she was slightly embarrassed and shy. "I'm sorry, it's just that you don't look like you're prepared to go swimming. I mean . . . " Her voice trailed off as she gestured towards the clothes I was wearing with an up-and-down motion of her hand.   I looked her over with growing trepidation. Christ. It wasn't new for me to want a woman as soon as I met her, but I couldn't remember wanting to fuck one as badly as I wanted to fuck her. She was wearing shorts, and I wondered what she had on underneath them. A sexy thong tucked between the juicy cheeks of her ass, or something that left it to the imagination?   The silence reminded me that she was waiting for a response. "Darlin', I'm always prepared."

For years Lulu hid out with the Desert Rebels as one of their club whores. A sweetheart to everyone, and a favorite with the brothers. But now the time has come for her to choose her own path and pay her own way. With their help she leaves her whoring days behind to start a new life.    Brody Savage is an assassin who works both sides of the law.  He doesn't have time for messy relationships and prefers one-night-stands. He's had his eye on Lulu for years. But as long as she belonged to the club he wouldn't touch her. Now she's fair game and he plans to do more than just touch her. He wants her for himself.     Excerpt -    Brody moved so fast I didn't hear him coming. The next thing I knew he'd pushed me up against the wall and covered me with his body. I caught my breath as I found the front of my body crushed against the wall, and turned my head sideways in order to breathe.   "The only whore here is you," he grated roughly against my ear. "I don't want to hear what you're used to. You don't know anything about me, and all that changes right now."   I felt his lips murmur the words against my ear, the warmth of his breath causing a shiver of need through my body. I hadn't been with anyone for the better part of a year, and loving sex the way I did, Brody's overwhelming closeness was turning me on. It didn't surprise me, even knowing that we didn't like each other. Since when did liking someone have anything to do with fulfilling a sexual hunger? I bumped my hips back as if trying to dislodge him, but all it did was reveal how f**king hard his dick was against my ass.   I caught his hiss as he thrust right back against me.   "What do you want?" My words came out in a husky rasp. I wasn't afraid of him, only of what he made me feel. I liked rough, take-charge men that took what they wanted. It was a good thing, because I'd surrounded my life with them. But Brody was different. Not in the way he was dominating me, but in the way that I felt for him. I wanted to hate him.   He ran his mouth up and down the side of my neck, grinding his dick into my ass. "I want you, Hellcat. And someday soon I'm going to f**k you. So you might as well get ready, because when that day comes, you'll never be the same."