The Devil's Highwaymen Nomads Series.
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About the book:
'CRANK'
The Devil’s Highwaymen Nomads #1
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.
I was young, too young to have seen the things I had. On the run from my past. Chasing my nightmares
away with sex and booze and praying to any god that might be listening to finish me off sooner rather than later.
The day our worlds collided was the day that everything came apart. Our lives were set on a path that
none of us could change.
Maria was my Demon.
And whiskey was my escape.
But Hope? She was my redemption
'CRANK'
The Devil’s Highwaymen Nomads #1
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.
I was young, too young to have seen the things I had. On the run from my past. Chasing my nightmares
away with sex and booze and praying to any god that might be listening to finish me off sooner rather than later.
The day our worlds collided was the day that everything came apart. Our lives were set on a path that
none of us could change.
Maria was my Demon.
And whiskey was my escape.
But Hope? She was my redemption
Sketch
The Devil’s Highwaymen Nomads #2
Wild love always happens when you least expect it.
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…I should have known that one taste would never be enough.
Nancy was unlike any woman I’d ever met; untamed, gutsy, and ready to fight me every step of the way. She didn’t want me, or the complication one night with me would give her… good thing I was prepared to go to war to get her in my bed and out of my head.
Nancy…
Miles City, a place full of bad memories that I swore I’d never return to, yet there I was back in the little town I once called home. Those memories soon became the least of my problems when Sketch roared into my life clad in black leather and riding a motorcycle, all six foot of attitude and raw savageness.
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.
Yet I couldn’t help the whispering of my heart telling me that if we got this right, together we could be the perfect storm. Together, we would find wild love.
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…I should have known that one taste would never be enough.
Nancy was unlike any woman I’d ever met; untamed, gutsy, and ready to fight me every step of the way. She didn’t want me, or the complication one night with me would give her… good thing I was prepared to go to war to get her in my bed and out of my head.
Nancy…
Miles City, a place full of bad memories that I swore I’d never return to, yet there I was back in the little town I once called home. Those memories soon became the least of my problems when Sketch roared into my life clad in black leather and riding a motorcycle, all six foot of attitude and raw savageness.
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.
Yet I couldn’t help the whispering of my heart telling me that if we got this right, together we could be the perfect storm. Together, we would find wild love.
Battle
The Devil’s Highwaymen Nomads #3
I had to have her or die trying.
I was born into this world.
Unwanted.
Unloved.
Underestimated.
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.
Quinn
Battle 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.
I was born into this world.
Unwanted.
Unloved.
Underestimated.
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.
Quinn
Battle 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 #4
The Devils Highwaymen Nomads #4
Could prey and predator ever be anything more?
Fighter…
The club was my family, my blood, my entire world. They were the only thing I cared about…until her. Until Penny.
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.
And if she didn’t submit?
I’d be the one to punish her.
And I’d make her love it.
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. He’d do anything they ordered him to do, a machine in a man’s body clad in dark leather and chains, and now he had a single focus…
Me.
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.
Fighter was the monster in the dark, and I was his willing victim.