CRANK
I found my deliverance in the form of a bottle of whiskey and a woman named Hope.
Hope was the opposite of everything I stood for and believed in; she was innocent and pure and beautiful in a way that was soul deep, yet I couldn’t help falling for her. We only had one night—just mere moments in a lifetime really, but it was enough to change me forever.
Maria tasted like venom and looked like sin. She was beautiful and poisonous. She was dangerous—way more than I knew at the time, and she never pretended to be anything but my worst nightmare. I never stood a chance.
Whiskey was bad for me, but in the end, Maria was probably worse.
SKETCH
Sketch…
I’d never expected to fall in love in my lifetime. I’d made plans and falling in love sure as shit wasn’t one of them, but where Nancy California was concerned my mind and heart were at war.
She was wild and beautiful, and all I could think about was having one taste of her…
Nancy…
Sketch was dark and dangerous, a thunderstorm too alluring to resist getting drenched in. All I could think about was him, claiming my body for his own. But he was everything that was wrong for me, and if I wasn’t careful, the chaos we created together would leave me broken-hearted.
We had no future.
We were two very different people, on two very different paths.
BATTLE
I lived hard. I rode fast. And I chased my demons away with whisky, women and fighting. Then I met the Quinn Bailey, and everything changed. I wanted her like I’d never wanted anything else before. The heat between us was blistering, but she belonged to another brother. I tried to stay away from her for as long as I could, but the fight was lost. I had to have her or die trying.QUINNBattle scared me. But for all the right reasons. There was no denying what we had, and staying away from him was an impossibility. But I was Ripped’s old lady. I was loyal to another MC. I belonged to another world. Another man. But Battle was a soldier ready for war, and my love, the battle he was fighting for, and be damned the destruction we left in our wake.One way or another, we had to be together. In life, or in death.
FIGHTER
Fighter…
I was a soldier for the Devil’s Highwaymen, and Penny was a job gone wrong. An order from my president: take the girl and keep her hidden until it was time to give her back. Only as the days went on, I wasn’t sure I wanted to give the fiery little brunette back. With a mane of long dark hair, golden wolf eyes, and a sassy mouth that spat poison at me every time she opened it, she needed to learn my rules, and quick.
Penny was a wild woman, and all I could think about doing was taming her.
Penny…
He was brutish and stubborn, moody and single-minded, and he’d protect his club at all costs. I hated him and everything he stood for and wanted nothing but to be away from him. But as the hours turned into days and the days turned into weeks, I began to feel something I’d never felt before…A craving for his brutal touch.
His rough kisses. And his depraved punishments.
Claire C Riley Books 