Grizzlies MC

Missy: The dirty little secret Dad left in the basement was supposed to be our salvation. Guess nobody told him you don't take cash from killers without savage consequences. Now, the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club owns my sister and me. We're only alive because the rugged hulk with the piercing eyes who won't stop ordering me around says so. He saved us, but he's also an enigma I don't understand. Brass: I claimed her on impulse, and all my brothers laughed. Didn't know I'd end up with a smoking-hot spitfire who looks at me like I'm the devil himself. I expected my reputation to crack, but my damned mind's going with it. She's got me questioning my own club and asking myself every single day how long I can keep my hands off her. Contains mature themes.

Christa: Hell always screams into my life on two wheels, so why the hell does he look like heaven? Rabid's nothing like the other vicious thugs in the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. When I see the dark ink dancing on his stunning body, I almost believe he's here to save me, instead of just seduce me. But I won't be fooled again. All the club brings is ruin, and they're back to give me more.Rabid: I can't get her outta my skull. My brothers say she's like broken glass, but they don't know Christa's already lodged in my heart. She's tense, suspicious, and totally scared. I'm gonna find out why. Secrets don't mean a thing if she's in danger. Contains mature themes.

Sally: He's going to kill me when he finds out. I should've left Roman behind after our unforgettable fling two summers ago. I wasn't supposed to end up having his kid, always looking over my shoulder for the last man in the world meant to be a father. But danger has a funny way of betraying a woman's best-kept secrets and reigniting old flames that should've died on a hot summer night. Roman: I tried like hell to push her away, spent every waking minute on whores and booze. Then I found out what she'd hidden, and I lost my damned mind. Sally's lies stole more years off my life than prison did. No chick makes a fool outta me. And I'm not fooling when I tell her I'll get my perfect wife, even if we're faking it all the way to the altar. Give me a week. I'll conquer her spitfire tongue and remind her what it's like to ache desire. Contains mature themes.

Elle Jo: Forget the flowers and tender kisses. I'm marrying a man who took a bullet for me tomorrow, and I don't have a choice. Did I say he's an outlaw? Asphalt has slain more men on the road and taken more women between the sheets than I can ever count. He's arrogant and savage. So, why the hell can't I keep my lips off his when he gives me that smirk and whispers filthy things in my ear? Asphalt: She thinks it's pretend, and club business is the only reason I'm slapping my brand on her skin. What a damned joke. Elle got away from me years ago. Never again. I'm putting her where she belongs the second I hear "kiss the bride." Yeah, I told my brothers I'd go along with this sham marriage to save the Grizzlies MC. They don't know how bad I need her. This isn't pretend anymore. The good-girl act won't save her this time. I'm keeping my bride. Contains mature themes.