Disciples

Blade McCormick is not a nice guy. He's pure adrenaline and smells like smoke and leather-the kind of guy you look at and know he's going to be a combination of nasty and irresistible. The moment I allowed myself to touch his hot skin and kiss his full lips, I. Was. Done. Like currency, I've become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He's a bad guy. But then again, I'm not a good girl. Blade's the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn't scare me. If anything, I think I scare him.

I don't apologize or regret the destruction I'm about to cause. I'm at peace with what I must do...nothing can or will stand in my way. Not even the raven-haired beauty with golden eyes who haunts my dreams. No one is innocent in the story of my life. Fairy tales don't exist! I. Make. No. Excuses. Everyone needs to atone, and I'm the man who is going to see to it.

I fell in love with a redheaded boy, a boy who was kind and good-until he wasn't. He broke my heart once, twice...I've lost count. Like a dark god, he haunts me. He smells like smoke and cinnamon, with danger seeping from every pore. He is my savior, my lover, exciting and addictive. I should've seen it coming. Never trust a Disciple. You have to sell your soul to the devil to get one to love you. I would. I did. My name is Dolores Dunghart, and I might have done the unforgivable. I don't care if you judge me...I've judged myself. But this is how we live. And this is our love story: Edge and Dolly forever.

ANTOINETTE Axel Fontaine has a giant... At least that's what everyone says. Unfortunately, it's true. All. Of. It. He's dangerous, scary, and addictive. Without a doubt, the last person I should fall for is the VP of the Disciples MC. I'm out of my league. He's a six-foot-four, blue-eyed biker god. I'm an ex-ballerina turned stripper who should run away. But how do you escape the one man who ignites your body and consumes your very soul? Axel doesn't do relationships. But I'm betting I can change his mind. AXEL I don't do relationships, I don't do drama, and I definitely don't do love. I'm not Prince Charming. I'm the VP of the Disciples, and the club is my family. The last thing I need is a violet-eyed enchantress who smells like candy and has some sort of voodoo chemistry that's messing with my mind. She needs to go. She's a distraction... a weakness I can't have. Men like me fall in lust, not love. So why is she still here?

I've made two impulsive decisions in my life, and both have involved the notorious enforcer of the Disciples MC. First, I humiliated myself by spying on him. Second, I decided to throw caution to the wind and show up at probably the worst possible time. He's dangerous, demanding, and able to consume me with just one look. He's also on trial for murder, and no one in his club trusts me. You'd think I'd run. I mean, the cards are stacked against us. But I can't escape my need, this all-consuming pull I have with him. He may be wrong for me, but he's the very force that brings me to life.

She was an assignment: a selfish brat who'd run away from home and who'd found refuge in an MC, a spoiled pain in my ass that I had to bring back to Daddy. Only Isabelle is nothing like the picture my initial research painted. Yes, she's a brat. Yes, she's insecure. And yes, she's a Disciple...sort of. But she's so much more than that. So broken, yet so hopeful. So lost, yet so eager to be found. I found her, but that means her father has too. Taking her home was supposed to repay a favor owed. I just didn't realize that home was the most dangerous place in the world for her...