Rebel Kings MC

Opposites attract. The outlaw biker and the accountant. Straightlaced vs straight to hell. Or heaven, depending on how you look at it. And you can look at it any way you like, doesn't mean it's true. Either way, falling for snarky Alexei Ivanov is the lightbulb moment I've been waiting for my whole damn life. Or at least since my head got turned by someone else. A man I call brother, but he's so much more than that. I've loved Saint Malone for years. My loyal wingman has owned my heart so long I figured it had died of yearning for him. But Saint is as fragile as he is deadly. I don't know how to help him until Alexei brings me to life in ways I can't describe. He opens my eyes, and I see them both. I love them both. With the weight of the underworld bearing down on me, I just gotta stay alive long enough to tell them. Contains mature themes.

"Kill me," I choked out. "If he's dead, you gotta kill me too." One club, one heart. Three men, one soul. Can loving someone kill you? I feel like the world is ending every time I look at them. Cam. My brother. My president. He's the love of my life. And then there's Alexei. I didn't know I could feel this way about one person, let alone two. But I think of him in every breath I breathe for Cam. Every thundering beat of my heart. Because there is no Cam without him. There is no me. My life wasn't worth living until I found something worth dying for. And I'd die for them a thousand times. Contains mature themes.

"I gave my darkest secrets to a man who doesn't exist." Embry: " . . . you don't understand." Mateo lowered himself to sit, still vibrating with the need to fix me, the way he always did. "Then tell me. Explain it like I'm the simplest idiot you've ever met." I can't. I'd never told anyone. Not the judge, the jury, or the legal aid barrister who'd written me off before she'd ever met me. But as I drowned in Mateo's affection, in a love I'd done nothing to deserve, the words came tumbling out. Bad words. Dark words. Darker than sin. Darker, even, than Mateo's battered soul and the secrets I didn't know about yet. I thought those words would shatter me. Shatter us. But when the devil came for us, it wasn't mine. It was Mateo's, and the man I'd trusted with my fragile heart was a stranger more broken than his scars could ever show. Contains mature themes.

Expect: His brother's best friend. His best friend's little brother. The soft-hearted bear and the rowdy chaos gremlin. The inevitable only happens when you let it. "Riv, if you ever let me speak, you'd know exactly how I feel." I've told him that a thousand times, but River's stubborn streak is a mile wide. He doesn't want to hear it. To him, we're doomed. Cursed. Forbidden. Because he thinks I love a goddamn motorcycle club more than him. My worst nightmare is losing him before I get the chance to change his mind, and in our world, bad dreams come true. Our reality is mess and pain, but I love him. And he loves me. And I'll fight for us to the end. Contains mature themes.

The missing moments you've longed for from the beloved Rebel Kings MC series, all wrapped up in a gorgeous new collection. Deleted scenes, outtakes, prequels, and character extensions for your favorite Rebel Kings boys! Contains mature themes.

"I was never scared of dying until I loved you." Decoy I met a dude in a bar once. Tall and strong, he had moon-blue eyes and tawny hair, and he moved with the grace of a lion. It didn't pan out, but that's a theme in my life, and I've spent the last five years knowing that kind stranger dodged a bullet. Divorced and miserable, I'm not exactly a catch. But the thing is, that man... he's not a stranger anymore. And he's as beautiful as I remember. Everything you want in a fake boyfriend, right? Don't ask me to explain that one. But let me tell you this: I thought my biggest fear was losing my daughter. Then Folk came home, and I realized you can give your heart to more than one person. We have a second chance. Darn it, we deserve it. But this life, man. It's a journey. And there's no guarantees we'll both make it to the end. Contains mature themes.

The vice-president of the Rebel Kings MC. The girl of his dreams. And the six-foot-five firefighter-turned-bodyguard they can't resist. Nash It's three in the morning, and we're in her bed. My body throbs from his mouth on me, my blood still whooshing in my ears. I want to make him feel like this, so I can drown in it. So I can drown in him. Goddamn, I want to suffocate in every fiber of Locke Halliwell with the woman I love at my side. He has me fragile already. She has me in pieces at her feet. And man alive, I wish that was all I had to worry about. But this life. It's vicious. It's deadly. And if I can't protect every soul I've ever loved from the past, the future is already in ashes at my feet. Contains mature themes.

The bestselling Rebel Kings MC series returns with Ranger and Viktor's long awaited love story. Expect: a damaged Russian mobster and a grouchy nomad. Hurt comfort, second chances, forced proximity. Love ain't true if it doesn't hurt. Viktor The message from my brother lies bold and bright on the screen. This will be it. Four words that could mean the end or the beginning. And for many years, as long as my sister was safe, I haven't much cared which. But as my gaze falls on the woven thread knotted at my wrist and the rough diamond of a man sleeping beside me, I realize everything has changed. Ranger. I want more than a hot summer with him. A handful of stolen nights. I don't deserve him-no one does. But true to the fear I've carried since I met him, I can't give him up. We survive together, or we die. And if we live? I will love his divine heart forever. Contains mature themes.

Nash, Locke, and Orla return in this full steam, page-turning Poly Romance. Why Choose one book boyfriend when you can have two? Hold tight for the sizzling conclusion of this heart-pounding hurt/comfort love story. Locke: Three is the magic number. I gave them my heart, and they gave me theirs. But the downside of living my best life is that I have everything to lose. And sometimes it's not the obvious thing that rips it all away. It's fate. It's chance. It's the worst luck in the world for the soul who least deserves it, leaving me drowning in the one cruelty I can't take. The one storm I can't weather. I'm not a religious man. Not even close. But I'm praying right now. For her. For him. For me. Cos there is no us without him, and I won't survive it if everything we've fought for is nothing but a dream. Contains mature themes.