Hell's Minions MC Series

April 13th. Just a date on a calendar, right? Not for Shooter. Nope. That was the day his heart was ripped out of his chest and thrown in a blender. A day that changed his life forever. In high school he'd foolishly thought he and Quinn would marry after graduation and eventually start a family. He'd prospect for the Hell's Minions MC and she'd go to college. Wasn't it a kick in the head when life had a way of not going as planned? As far as he as concerned, it was all Quinn's fault and he'd blame her until the day he died for throwing away what they could have had. Fine. Life goes on. Fast forward twelve years. He should have known today, of all days, would be the day Quinn Palmer came crashing back into his life. April 13th. Just his luck. If it wasn't for an urgent call from his sister Mia saying she was in trouble, he would have never come face to face with the woman who wrecked his world. He wouldn't be standing here with all the old hurts and memories he'd buried with booze and women for the last twelve years clawing at his insides. Part of him wanted to make sure she and Quinn got home safe, then abruptly disappear from her life like she did his and never look back. Another part of him wanted to grab her by the arms and shake her, demanding to know why she destroyed everything between them. If this was Fate giving them a do over, wouldln't he be a fool not to take it?

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. That was the slogan, right? Well, for Slate that wasn't necessarily the case. What started out as a drunken celebration in honor of one of his club brothers getting married, ended up being a night he couldn't forget. Scratch that. It was a night he couldn't remember. Like in, he had no memory at all of what he might have done that night. All he knows is that he came back with more than he had gone out there with. If the marriage certificate in his duffel bag and the silver wedding band on his finger were anything to go by, he was married. Married!? What the hell? He has no memory of who this mystery wife is or even what she looks like. For that matter, where the hell is she? Someone suggested he scroll through his pictures on his phone to see if there were any clues. His Hell's Minions brothers found the whole idea that he was married to some random woman hysterical. Slate, not so much. As far as he was concerned, his best course of action would be to hunt this woman down and ask her for an annulment. If that didn't work, he'd beg her for a divorce.

What if …   A stupid game people played just to torture themselves when they don't like the way things worked out.   What if it had been me who stayed behind?   What if she had seen me first?   What if I'd been the one she tricked into marrying her?   Would he be the one living the dream life right now?   Cole was through playing the "what if" game. The fact of the matter was, Sophie was married to his best friend and that was never going to change. It was time for him to accept that and move on. Then he wonders, what if he found someone to call his own? Would his feelings for Sophie go away?   He tries his best to keep a lid on his feelings with booze and women, but none of them move him the way she does. She's smart, funny, loving to her family and friends, and sexy as hell. The more time he spends with her and Slate, the harder it is to be around them, wishing he was the one going home with her and waking up next to her every morning.   He feels like a loser, pining for a woman that can never be his. He tells himself he has to stop obsessing over his best friend's wife. The man is like a brother to him. What kind of man covets his best friend's wife?   One night, he reaches his breaking point. He can't take being so close to Sophie and not let his feelings for her be known. He knows if she or Slate ever found out, their friendship would be over. He can't risk having the two most important people in his life hating him, so he leaves town to get his head straight.   He thinks he's making progress in his new life until his club president calls and tells him there is an emergency and he needs to come home. Hanging up, he's forced to admit that his feelings for Sophie are still there. He'd failed to exercise her from his heart. It didn't matter, it was time to man up.   Cole had avoided his club responsibilities long enough; he heads home with every intention of being the best friend he can be to Slate and Sophie. The operative word being "friend". The true test to his vow will be the first time he comes face to face with Sophie.   Will he be able to be around her and not tell her how he feels? What if he told her? What if she returned his feelings? What if she told him to drop dead? What if Slate wanted to kill him?   What if …