Sons of Sin MC
Raven Blackwood is trouble Savage never wanted back in his life.
Sharp, fearless, and tied to a cartel war she didn’t start, Raven returns to Vegas carrying a past men are willing to kill for. Savage, the ruthless president of the Sons of Sin MC, knows one thing with brutal certainty, Raven is a complication he cannot afford.
But when the cartel comes hunting for information Raven doesn’t have, Savage faces an impossible choice… protect his club or protect her.
As violence escalates and loyalties fracture, desire collides with survival, and the line between control and trust blurs.
In Savage’s world, love isn’t safe.
It’s war.
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:
Her mouth finds mine without hesitation, without testing this time. The kiss is deeper than before, hungrier, familiar enough to skip pretense. I respond instinctively, one hand settling at her waist, the other threading into her hair.
She exhales against my mouth, body pressing closer, heat flaring sharp and immediate between us like we haven’t missed a single fucking beat through the years. I don’t pull away. I don’t slow it. This isn’t restraint, it’s consent moving forward together.
Her hands slide up my chest, pushing my cut off and dropping it on the chair behind me. Her fingers splay on my torso like she’s memorizing bone and muscle. When she tugs at my shirt, I let her. The fabric goes over my head and hits the floor somewhere behind me.
Her eyes flick down, then back up. Approval flashes there, quick and unguarded.
“Savage,” she murmurs, mouth already tracing along my jaw.
I answer by pulling her head back with the leverage I have from fisting my hand in her hair and kiss her again, slower this time, deeper. My hands slide down her back, thumbs brushing bare skin where her shirt has ridden up. She shivers and it’s not from cold.
I guide her back a step until the backs of her knees hit the bed. She doesn’t sit right away. She reaches for me instead, fingers sliding under my belt, testing, asking without words.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Yes,” I say quietly. That’s the moment everything sharpens.
Her mouth curves in a small, satisfied smile, and she leans in again, kissing me like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her hands work my belt free, deliberate and unhurried, and I feel the shift in my body, my want turning heavy, demanding.
I don’t rush her. I want her present for this.
She pushes my belt aside and presses her palm against me through my jeans, pressure just enough to make my breath hitch. I groan softly before I can stop myself.
Her eyes darken. “You’re not as controlled as you pretend.”
“I am only when it matters,” I reply. “This, this is where I need to let loose.”
She laughs quietly and kisses me again, harder. I lift her then, no hesitation, and set her down on the bed. She goes willingly, hands gripping my shoulders, legs parting instinctively.
I brace myself over her, weight supported on my forearms so I don’t crowd her. Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging just enough to ground me.
“You’re shaking,” she observes.
“Because I want you,” I say simply. Again, I offer the truth instead of a lie or even a simple evasion.
“And you’re still waiting.”
“Yes.”
Her hand slides between us, fingers curling into my waistband again, more certain now. She shifts beneath me, body aligning, invitation clear and unmistakable.
I lean down, kissing her neck and her collarbone, my mouth tracing heat into her skin while my hands follow, mapping, learning, remembering. Her breath stutters. Her nails dig lightly into my back.
I’m seconds away. Seconds away from giving in and taking what I want. From giving her what she wants.
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