Reckless Bastards MC

As an ex-Navy SEAL there are a few guarantees in life. Avoiding relationships is one of them. Dealing with PTSD is another. So when I come across the Reckless Bastards MC, it’s perfect for a man like me. Last thing I expect is to encounter Jana Carter at a painting class. Don’t ask why I was there. I can hardly keep my eyes off of her. She’s a shy, sultry vixen, and she grabs ahold of me so hard, I can’t let go.

They call me Golden Boy. And I went to prison for a crime I didn’t commit. Out now, I’m a million plus richer for the screw up, with a sweet tattoo joint and my club, The Reckless Bastards watching my back. But when Teddy calls and tells me she wants ink to cover up her pain, my whole world is turned upside down. She’s trouble with a capital T. And way too close to home. She’s too good, especially for a dog like me. Then I find out she has a stalker. I’ll f--k up anyone who tries to harm her.

I screwed my best friend’s little sister. When I promised I’d take care of her, this wasn’t what I had in mind. Especially after a bad turn in Afghanistan put him six feet under. I’ve done the unthinkable, and I don’t know what’s worse. That I didn’t know or that I’m not sorry. Because she’s all grown up now. She revs me up hotter than a sunset ride. Even if she’s not meant for me, or the MC life. I’m dark where she’s pure. A killer where she’s kind. But in the sack, we’re dynamite. The dirty, hot AF kind.

Holy hell, what just happened to my life? A one-night stand made me a daddy. My baby mama? She’s sweet, hot, and freakin’ delicious. I’ll marry her for the good of our kid. And because I want to. Rochelle calls it a fake marriage, but I know it’s real. I’ve just got to make sure she falls in love with me. She says she doesn’t need me. That she can do it on her own. But I’m not going to let her. Especially as her ex is making threats. She says he’s dangerous. But he has nothing on me. He may be ruthless but I’m a killer.

Trained killer. Government hacker. MC. I’m many things, though my friends call me Jag. And like the big cat I’m ruthless, especially where my club is concerned. I lost my first love in a war zone and I’m not interested in revisiting that pain, until a certain electric-blue-haired hacker chick reappears again. She’s totally badass - we were the best of friends in another life. Virtually. And now someone wants her dead. For real. I don’t want to fall in love again, but I don’t want her to be my friend. When she’s in my arms, I can’t let go.

She’s everything I don’t deserve. But exactly what I need. As the prez of the club, business always comes first. Always has. Always will. No one knows the pain I hide. The mistakes I’ve made. The loss and guilt. Then she walks straight into the chaos of the MC. This outlaw doesn’t deserve her. She’s everything that’s good and kind - a great mom to her little boy. Hell, she doesn’t deserve this. I shouldn’t want her, should just leave her the hell alone. But I can’t walk away. Not this time.

I’m the newest patched member of the motorcycle club and I want to prove myself. Do something good for the club. But when I set eyes on Marisol, things change. Now all I want is her. In my bed all night long. First, I’ll have to deal with the cartel punk she’s been hangin’ with. The jerk has ideas above his pay grade, starting with her. But I’ll finish him. And have Marisol back in my arms in no time. Should be as easy as pumpkin pie. Making the ladies holler for more and fighting the MC war is what me and the club does best. It’s a hell of a way to spend the holidays.