Sons of Sin MC
He’s the hardened VP of the Denver Chapter’s Sons of Sin MC. He lives for destruction, not love, and right now he’s on a mission. She’s an ER doctor, she lives to heal, and right now her mission is running from a dark and dangerous past.
A single bullet changes everything.
Their passion is addictive. Their love is a fight for survival.
Will their worlds collide or burn to ashes? Will the biker with blood on his hands ever get his girl?
Meet the dangerous biker who’ll protect his club no matter what the cost, and risk his life and his soul for the woman he wasn’t supposed to fall for.
SONS OF SIN MC SHARED WORLD
Welcome to the Sons of Sin MC, a world of blood, brotherhood, and forbidden desire.
These men rule the road with ruthless fists and merciless hearts. Feared by their enemies, loyal only to their club, they live by a code written in steel and stained in blood. But even the darkest souls can’t outrun fate when it comes in the form of a woman who tests every limit.
In this shared world, each story brings you deeper into the chaos, where danger is constant, loyalty is tested, and passion burns hotter than fire. Dark, gritty, and unapologetically sinful, these motorcycle club romances deliver all the danger and smut you crave.
Step inside the world of the Sons of Sin MC … if you’re brave enough to ride.
Excerpt:
“No, poor soul can’t be more than seventeen, and she’s got this ugly tattoo on her right shoulder. A first I thought it was a dog or a wolf but it’s a hyena.”
“A what?” My belly clenches and my mouth dries.
“A hyena, you know, ugly face, snarly mouth, hackles.” She narrows her eyes at me.
“Yeah, I know what a hyena is.”
“And she said she didn’t want the tattoo, it was forced upon her.”
“So, they’d know she was theirs if she ever wound up dead,” I say. “An ownership stamp.”
“Ownership? Owned by who?”
“The Hyenas.” I step away and run my hand through my hair. Squeeze my eyes shut. So, they were doing exactly what we’d suspected and now one of the mules had turned up on death’s door. “Fuck.”
“Who are the Hyenas?” she asks.
“A nasty bunch of bastards by anyone’s standards, and if they stood before me now, I’d take out every last one of them. Happily.”
“Oh, not your friends then.”
“Hell, no.”
I stare at her. She stares at me. Her lips are shiny, as though she’s just licked them and the shadows mean I can’t see her freckles anymore.
“You shouldn’t have come here.” I step closer again, until our bodies actually touch and she’s against the wall.
She hitches in a breath, her breasts grazing my chest through our clothing. My cock responds. Down, boy.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathily.
“You shouldn’t have come here. You’re stirring up a hornet’s nest.” And that nest was stinging me. My stiffening cock was becoming decidedly painful in my leathers.
What is going on with me?
“I didn’t know what else to do,” she says, “I told the ward to call security if she has any visitors.”
I laugh, not a pleasant sound. “You think hospital security guards will be able to stop the Hyenas? Not a fucking chance, those poor guys will be pushing daisies within the week. You should all be scared, fucking terrified, you most of all for digging around.”
She stares me dead in the eye. “I’m not afraid of monsters. I’ve dealt with my fair share of them.”
The determination coming from her hits me in the solar plexus. She should be afraid. Afraid of me and the Hyenas, but she’s got guts. She’s not intimidated. And fuck, that is sexy.
“Help her.” Her jaw tightens. “You just admitted you owe me a favor, and I’m passing that favor on to her.”
“Interesting logic.”
“Makes sense to me.” Her eyes flash. “Are you going to or not? I have a place to be.”
“Where?”
“Home to bed. I’ve been on a twelve-hour shift.”
“Bed.” The right side of my mouth curls into a half smile. Fuck, right now I’d like to be putting her to bed. Naked. Wet. Gasping my name as I sink deep.
Jesus, my cock is at full hardness now and taking charge of my brain.
I curl my hand into the nape of her neck and draw her face to mine. “I’ll help her,” I whisper gruffly onto her lips, “on one condition.”
She sets her hands on my cut, the ends of her fingers curling against the leather. A pulse in her neck throbs onto my palm. “What condition?”
“You kiss me.”
“I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Reaper, as in Grim.” I smash my lips onto hers and groan when the sugary taste of strawberry gloss hits my tongue.
She whimpers but doesn’t resist.
I take that as a good sign and tip my head to deepen the connection. My tongue finds hers and she presses up against me.
We are nothing to each other but suddenly everything to each other. I groan and grind my cock onto her body. What I wouldn’t give to fuck her now, turn her around, strip off those scrubs and sink deep. I’d show her the best time she’s ever had. Ruin her for all other men.
“What are you doing?” She pulls back and shoves me.
I let her have her way and release her.
“Making a deal,” I say and shove my hand into my leathers, adjust my cock.
“You’re very presumptuous.” She wags her finger at me.
The cute gesture makes me laugh. I’m a big menacing guy, yet she dares to do that? She’s really something else.
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