S. J. ROWE

KARTER —

I ain’t looking for much, just a place to fit in and call my own. Been chasing after other’s dreams for so long, it’s taken me a while to figure out what I want. One thing’s for sure, the moment she bumped into me, I put a claim on her. She just doesn’t know it yet.

KATRINA —

I wasn’t born into club life, but I know the rules better than most. I got a few of my own, too. One being that I’ll never tie myself to a prospect. But he’s not in the club... yet. I hope this law-abiding hottie, is worth breaking a few rules over.

Maddy —

I don’t do commitments. And I don’t stay in a place long enough to get attachments either. But now I’ve got two after my only friend calls in a favor that’s long overdue. Hiding myself is one thing, but hiding with two kids who have never known happiness is harder than expected. Especially when he comes knocking. Well, more like demanding and riding a Harley.

Chains —

The system failed me. Got me locked up for a crime I didn’t commit. Five years is a long time to want justice, but all I want once I get out is to find my sister’s kids. She died while I was locked away, and I refuse to be separated from my family a minute longer.

I can’t believe this chick won’t give me my kids. That’s fine. I can wait this out. I learned how to play nice behind bars for five years. What’s a few more days of pretending to be the good guy before I get what I want? And I always get what I want.

Just never expected that I’d want her and would be willing to go to war to keep her.

Bulldog —

My club and my daughter are all I need; ain’t got time for anyone else. I especially don’t have time for a CPS chick to take my kid. Don’t care if the chick’s got family in the club or not. No one comes in and takes what isn’t thiers. And just like my kid, my heart ain’t up for the taking either.

Izzy —

Having someone growl at me about my job isn’t new to me, more like a daily hazard. But what this guy needs to realize is that I don’t care that he’s the VP of a motorcycle club. Or that the club thinks I need protecting to prove themselves in a way. Nor does it matter that the guy makes every part of my body sizzle when he glares at me. I just care about making sure the girl isn’t hurt. Not like me.

If I can save one kid from my fate, then I’ll do anything I have to. I just hope I don’t lose my heart in the process… or my life.

Julianne —

Ever fallen so hard for a guy, you forget your own name? Neither have I, not that I can remember. But that’s the problem—I remember nothing. Not why I crave sugary drinks and candy. No clue why I have a minor obsession with telling bad jokes. And I especially have no idea why a motorcycle club has decided I need a babysitter. I’m actually not even complaining about the last one. My babysitter is fine with a capital F. If I had to lose my mind to find him, I’m not even mad about it.

Flint —

I screwed up, and now I’ve got to pay up. I never expected the payment to come in the form of a walking disaster. But if the debt to get back into the club’s good graces is watching over some amnesia chick, no matter how cute she is when she curses at me, I’ll do it. I’ll even find a way to get her memory back. Don’t care how long it takes—weeks, even—I’m willing to play the babysitter if she keeps doing things that keep me on my toes and my heart beating for the first time in a long while.

While I might be in this for the long haul to figure out this girl’s mystery, the rest of the world isn’t. Or at least not the ones trying to kill her before she remembers what she doesn’t know. I made a mistake once; I’m not about to make another. Having this chick lose her life might just be the biggest mistake of mine.

Cheyanne —

I don’t have friends. And I’m not crazy, my mother had me tested. I have my uncle, but he’s in prison. While I’m not great with social cues, I do know it’s not a good dinner topic to bring up I’m related to someone charged for treason. But that doesn’t seem to bother him. A beast of a man who takes me for what I am and doesn’t question. Or at least not till his club thinks I’m the enemy.

Mad Max —

When I got out of jail, I swore I’d never go back. The freedom to do what I want and have my club brothers beside me again is all I need to keep me on the law’s good side. Or, just not to get caught like last time. But when I left, I never expected I’d be pulled toward someone with ties to those still inside. To a man I’ve grown close to that made me question if I could have loyalty to both the Hounds and him.

My club doesn’t trust her and wants me to stay away. Her uncle made me promise to protect her. When lines get crossed, and she makes a decision that affects the lives of the innocent, I don’t know if I can hold up my end of the deal. Just not sure if I’m breaking my promise to her uncle… or my club.

GATOR—

I’ve been called many things. Soldier was the term I signed up for. Prospect is what became of me. Gator is what I earned. A Hound of the Reaper is who I am. I finally have the full patch at my back and a group of brothers to call upon if needed. I’m more than just the grunt, I’m part of the whole freaking brotherhood now. And I’m looking for my old lady.

BAILEY—

Life is good. Not great, but that’s okay. Or so I thought till a certain biker decided I needed more, needed him. He’s young—too young for someone with a past filled with hurt and pain, to deal with the likes of me. I went through hell to get where I am. I’m not going back to it when this town learns I’m dating a man who wasn’t even driving when I was getting drunk in bars. But the more I push him away, the more he keeps coming back. If I’m not careful, one of these days he really will go away, and he’ll take my heart with him.

As if dealing with a broken heart is my only problem. My high school nemesis is back, and rumor has it, so is an enemy of the Hounds. Now is not the time to get caught up in a love story, not when people are going missing. Especially when they’re my students. I might not fight for my own happiness, but I’ll fight for those who can’t. And Gator will fight, too—with me, against me, and, if I’m lucky, for me. But will it be in time?

Releasing September 18, 2024

BASS—

What happens when the jokes run out? When the funny isn’t so funny anymore? Jokes are what I hide behind. They’re the solace in my life. But even I tire of them. It’s been a year since I’ve been back to see my brothers, and I’m looking for the R&R I was promised. But the club’s new tenant has decided that rest and relaxation is the last thing I’m going to get. And the more time I spend with her—and the kid—I’m not seeing the downside of it like I thought I would.

MILLY—

Ollie is the only thing that matters. Nothing else, to include my life. I owe him that much after what he’s been through at his young age. I can do this, have been doing it on my own for years. But I’m exhausted of having to fight for our lives for every minute of every day. I refuse to give up, but I might kill for a full night’s sleep again. But I can’t sleep, because that’s usually when they come. And that’s when our dreams—or should I say nightmares—become our reality.

I don’t need help, but when a biker club, and a particular biker, forces themselves into our lives, I have little choice. I can play the part, keep up the lie, until it all comes crashing down. Only when the truth comes out will they see, just like my family, that the problem isn’t worth the fight. That the war that Ollie and I bring to their doorstep isn’t worth the price of admission into the club. Even if my heart, and my life, are on the line.