Quinn Ryder

Filly's Remorse, #3)

Life hardens a person, especially when you grow up in the foster care system.

I did what I had to in order to survive, I just never meant to drag my sister down with me. Joining the Vicious Vipers was the only way to get us off the streets, but I had no idea that I was selling one bad life for another. I came at the club the same way I did everything I touched—hard, doing what I had to in order to secure that Prez patch I was itching to score.

But somewhere down the rabbit hole I lost my sister, and now it was too late to get her back. If I had never formed an allegiance with the damn Devil’s Armada MC, I may have had a chance to save her. Instead, she jumped in bed with a monster, only to become a monster herself, one I couldn’t redeem if I tried.

The remorse I felt surrounding my life decisions was heavy and weighing me down, but it had nothing on the stupid feelings I was trying to hide for a man I should’ve never jumped in bed with in the first place. Scythe was enemy number one, but somehow his smile and the way he made me feel was keeping me from running my dagger across his throat and burning his club to the ground. These stupid feelings were creating chaos within my ranks, and I was quickly losing the power I worked so hard to obtain. Now I had to choose between my club and the enemy, and I knew, despite how easy it seemed for others, it was one choice that may be too impossible to make.

Filly's Remorse 

Specter's Wake

Cipher's Code

Rex Prospecting for one of the biggest outlaw motorcycle clubs in Garter County isn't easy, especially if you're disabled. After a tragic bike accident left me deaf in both ears, I was forced to live my life in silence, with only the memories of what the world sounded like before I lost my hearing. I never thought a group of bikers would accept me into their ranks knowing I had a disability, so when the opportunity presented itself to get a cochlear implant in exchange for my loyalty to the Devil's Armada MC, not only did I get to hear something again, I also gained a new brotherhood I never expected. Being a prospect in the Armada came with a lot of rules, and I didn't mean to break a rule by falling for Desi, but my heart bleeds for the broken and abused sweet butt, and suddenly I'm experiencing a new kind of silence--the kind where I have to keep my mouth shut or lose the only woman who can hear the real me. Desi My life isn't something I'm proud of. You don't get the name Down for the "D" Desi by acting like a prude. To get ahead in this world, you have to give it . . . and in order to stay at the MC's compound, I have to be ready to give it anytime, anywhere, no questions asked. When my father kicked me out of his mansion, I never thought I'd find myself on the doorsteps of the Devil's Armada, but it's the only place I can hide without my past catching up to me. I wasn't planning on violating the club rules by messing around with one of the off-limits prospects, but the sweet, innocent Rex spoke to me in ways I can't explain. If the club finds out, it could be bad for both of us, so instead of showing our love, we hide it, using sign language as a way to express our forbidden love for each other without anyone catching on. One thing is for certain, you don't have to hear love to feel it, and sometimes the best love, is the kind of love that always remains silent. TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains scenes and situations that may be triggering for readers. If darker MCs aren't your thing then this book and series might not be for you.

The Devil's Armada MC Novella

Silent Love

Cami's Connections

Linny Lawless

P T Macias

TWISTING THE THROTTLE AND REVVING FOR LOVE. Ten amazing authors that bring you MC Valentine's stories of couples that you already know and love.Ten feared men, that would fight through hell to protect their women. They are rough and coarse but their heart is true, and now Valentine's is approaching, how do these bikers celebrate a day dedicated to love?

MC Valentine's Anthology

Revving for Love

Everyone needs a backstory-even those whose backstory isn't filled with rainbows and pretty ponies. I'd made a lot of mistakes in my life, but I don't hold myself accountable for the decisions I had to make. That's my sister's problem-she made me what I am. I spent half my life stuck in her stupid shadow and she's led me down roads that would make your skin crawl. Now that I have a chance to branch off on my own, I'm going to make something of myself and find my own power without her. The path I chose was supposed to lead me to finding my own identity; instead, it has led me straight into the arms of a villain hell bent on corrupting me. His poisons are addicting, and I crave his evil as much as I craved my independence from Filly. Now the only tracks I want to make leave scars along my skin, and the ones I left behind, I'm hoping to cover up; that way my sister will never see the monster I've become.

A Devil's Armada (O.L. Novel) 1.5

Dusty's Tracks

I went through the seven stages of hell when I fell in love with Damien Valentine.The man was as addicting as he was menacing, and there was a part of me that knew I was better than him, the same part that knew I was better because of him. He waltzed into my life when I least expected it and fueled desires, brimming deep beneath the surface.He loved to torment me, and the pleasure I got out of Damien's sick desires left me engorged on my own growing devotion for him. He was the master I never knew I needed, and the only savior I had from the skeletons threatening to destroy me. When he disappeared without a trace, he left me lost, lonely, and searching for answers. Life simply was not worth living if Damien wasn't there to tell me how to live it, and now that he was gone, I was in a new kind of hell, one that I wished I never knew existed. Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, SlothHe made me feel them all while I was in his possession, a subservient slave to the monster who controlled my every desire. Yes, I fell in love with a monster.But when your only cardinal sin is falling for the man who kidnapped you; Hell seems like a picnic compared to living without him.

Quinn Ryder

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