Satan's Knights Prospect Trilogy

They're called one-night stands for a reason. If you're lucky, there's a lot of mind-blowing sex and then you never have to see or speak to the person again. It's fun and uncomplicated. In my case, Bash hightailed it to the airport the next morning so I definitely never expected to run into the former prospect for the Charon MC again. But when his mother passed, he dragged his pipes all the way from Texas to New York, and now he's crashing at the Satan's Knights clubhouse. Which also happens to be where I work and the scene of our one-night crime. If I thought forgetting the orgasm champ was hard before, it just became damn impossible. Grief can shake a man, make him question his whole damn life and have him taking chances he never thought he'd take. Chances like moving to Staten Island, New York. Chances like prospecting for a new club. Chances like being around a certain fiery bartender who has been in my head since we shared one incredible night. Even though I should be completely focused on earning my colors, there's a part of me that wants to chance chasing Lydia Gallo for more than one night. I want to break down her walls and uncover every one of her secrets . . . patch be damned. Contains mature themes.

One way or another, all men pay for their crimes. Some do their time locked in a cage, while others meet their due karma without a judge or a jury. My debt to society is almost paid, and soon I'll be free to get my son the justice he deserves. Justice he wouldn't be due if only I had done my job as his father and protected him. There's just one hitch, and her name is Charlotte. The gorgeous and completely inexperienced paralegal's mission seems to be making me a law-abiding citizen and not a vengeful son of a bitch. But underneath her prim and proper facade, there is a woman begging to be unleashed. If I wasn't so hell-bent on breaking the chains of pain bound to my boy, I'd be tempted to unravel Charlotte and show her what it's like to ditch the law and walk on the wild side. And there's no time for me to succumb to her efforts to make me a decent man. I've agreed to prospect for the Satan's Knights MC, and my pretty little paralegal is about to learn there ain't nothing noble about a man who sells his soul to the Devil in the name of revenge. Contains mature themes.

Walking the line, exercising self-control, and respecting boundaries was never my thing. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife-it's one of the ten commandments and the number one rule you don't break when you're a prospect for the Satan's Knights. I fell in love with the former vice president's wife. A lethal mistake on my behalf that only left me bitter and standing on the edge of an overpass. I would've jumped if it hadn't been for the terrified girl, crying on the other side of the fence. She was seventeen and the district attorney's daughter. She was also pregnant with my little brother's baby. Desperate to avoid the wrath of her powerful father, she hid her pregnancy and protected us all in the process. If anyone deserved a happy ending it was Carrie. What she got instead was a damn tragedy. The kind of unimaginable horror that crushes your soul and breaks your heart. Now, we're both standing on the edge of the overpass, walking a different kind of line, ready to jump. Contains mature themes.