Showing results for "The Disciples" in Romance

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 a-s 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.

Having been raised by a kingpin, Frank was groomed to follow in his footsteps. Stanley had begun to teach Frank the game when he was only ten years old, but love was never part of the curriculum. When CeCe met Frank, she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She thought their love would last forever. Even though her mother hated him, CeCe fell in love with Frank Disciple. He showered her with any and everything her heart desired, but the one thing she needed from him, money couldn't buy.

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 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.

They came for her in the night. When she wakes, she's in a cell. She has no idea if it will help, but it is the only option she has: She tells them she belongs to the Savage Disciples MC. Years ago, he lost everything. Now, the club is the only thing Jager allows himself to care about. Nothing matters but his Savage Disciple brothers. At least, until she arrives, and he has a decision to make.

I was well on my way to the top as one of Nevada's fastest-rising defense attorneys. That is, until I caught a high-profile case with a client known for . . . neutralizing his enemies. My firm asked me to do the impossible, a task I was sure to fail from the beginning. But that misstep would lead to deadly consequences. I somehow managed to escape my client's clutches, but only to end up with an unlikely savior; a sexy biker with the city's most lethal motorcycle club. A dangerous man who lets no one stand in his way.

I thought coming to this unknown town would keep me out of trouble, that it would be the perfect place to hide and start a new life. Instead, I found myself a different kind of trouble. The kind of trouble that makes good girls like me want to be all kinds of bad. This obsessed hero is dark and dirty and willing to unleash all kinds of evil to protect the woman he loves. Hold on tight while he takes you on a fast and sexy ride in this stand-alone motorcycle club romance with no cheating, minimal angst, and a guaranteed HEA.

Sydney finds more than she bargained for when she gets lost on her way to report for a new job and finds herself at a lifestyle club. Peering in through the window, her attention - and libido - are both snagged by a man delivering some old-fashioned discipline to a young blonde. After he runs Sydney off, both are surprised to discover she is the new chef he’s hired for his ranch. Caden wanted to turn away the cheeky woman he’d caught spying on his club without remorse, but desperation for a chef forced his hand. Sydney proves to be an asset to his employees and a pain in his butt.