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Margreet Asselbergs

Dana Hook

Tank It had always been about the ride. My love for the ride is what fuels me. It's what drives me. That freedom of the open road in front of you with not a damn thing holding you back is what I crave. I don't need much, shit I don't want much out of life. My bike, my club, my brothers, my money, and occasionally a warm and willing women in my bed is what I need. I liked my life that way. It works for me. I enjoyed the familiarity of it. But slowly things were changing. I can feel that change in the air. It's everywhere. There comes a point in your life where things just change. No matter how much I fight it. No matter how hard I hang on, it's changing. Whether by choice or not. For better or worse it gets turned upside down on its fucking head. The moment I laid eyes on her shit changed forever. Things were on their way to changing, but fuck if she didn't tip that shit right over. She hit me like a blow to the chest crippling me. Rocking my world. That girl completely blew everything I thought I wanted to shit. She took me on a wild ride and for better or worse she changed everything for me. Lil The loud rumble of pipes fills me with a sense of home. Deep gruff male voices remind me of nights spent sitting at the bar listening to the guys tell me stories. The smell of leather, grease, and smoke brings back memories of hot summer days spent around the compound. The sound of classic rock makes me want to dance. A group of rough and mean men makes me smile. Seeing a beautifully crafted bike makes my heart beat a little faster. A man in leather always makes me hot. The feel of the vibration through my body from a perfectly tuned bike takes me right back to my old life. Some things never change. Sometimes those things are never meant to change. Although much hadn't changed since I left, a few things had. The loss of loved ones, the addition of new ones. With one new addition to life things changed for me forever. My life will never be the same. He changed it all.

The Ride

Alisa Mullen

Missy Borucki

Eric Battershell

Nate Wilson lives his life with pride and heart. When his pops hands down the family bowling alley in Framingham, Massachusetts, he doesn't think twice about making it his own. Nate is a guy's guy. He is true to his old friends, his family, his dates, and his business. Sunny, a vivacious and mysterious woman frequents the alley all of a sudden. Somehow she catches Nate's attention and holds it. Nate becomes slightly obsessed with who she is and why she loves the bowling alley.He is not one to be easily distracted by a woman to the point of letting his priorities fall the wayside. However, after he follows his instinct, Nate finds himself entranced, enthralled, and in the worst predicament of his steady life.

Following the Sun

This is Book 4 in The Chosen Series but it can be read as a STANDALONE since it is Sean's story. For Mature Audiences 17+ only, please. Sean Ford has loved Lizzie O'Malley all of his adult life. Now that he is in his thirties and a successful tattoo artist, he finds himself stuck in life. He should have He could have But he didn't. Kicking himself for letting Lizzie slip through his fingers, he has to pretend that life is just peachy. His favorite past time is hiding out in his bedroom. When Aoife Flanagan arrives in Boston to do an internship with college, she is glad to have escaped the dismal life she has back in Wicklow, Ireland. As a twenty-three year old student and professional, she prefers staying in the corner at parties, hiding from everyone's attention, and sticking to the financial plan that her father outlined for her. One night... One confusing night... One amazing summer... Sean and Aoife may have been brought together by fate but to stay together means more than roses and butterflies. They must fight the world for one another. What separates them is one big ocean and one tiny question. Sink or Swim?

Sean's Story

Unmarked

The Hell's Disciples MC Series book 3 They say love comes in all shapes and sizes, and is found in the most unexpected places. I wasn't looking for anything when I knocked on that big, wooden door, but what I got was a rude ass, leather wearing biker who made me feel, and want things I never thought were possible. Rampage is crude, rude, and tough. He's everything I'm not, but he's everything I need. He's my strength when I'm weak, my shoulder to lean on when the weight of my world gets too heavy. He's my voice when I don't have one, and he holds me up when I need it the most. Love is for the weak. It does nothing but hurt your pathetic feelings, break your weak little heart, and give you the worst f*****g headache of your life. If you let that shit in, it will break what was never broken in the first place, and now it's trying to sneak in and break me. A little smartass angel has found a way to work her way in without permission, wreaking havoc on my rule of never loving anyone. Lailah is the soft to my hard, the social to my antisocial, the innocent to my corrupt, and the sweet to my mean. She's the eternal optimist when it comes to love, and without even knowing she's doing it, she's trying to make me a goddamn believer. I may not believe in love, but I do believe in Lailah. She's the calm to my rage, and that is what I do I believe in. 90,000+ Words. 18+ Due to language, some blood, sex, & a little drug use

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