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. 

Isabel: He's dark, rude, brooding and mean - and he's my new bodyguard. My father Oz is the president of the Death Devils MC. He wants me safe, and out of the way. I don't need a babysitter. I've been taking care of myself for a damn long time now. I don't think sexy, alpha Thorn is too excited about it either. But I'll be damned if I'll make his life any easier. I hate him for abducting me. I hate my father even more for thinking I'm some fragile flower. But what I hate most of all is the way Thorn makes me feel when he says dirty, filthy things to me.

I've turned down Story Jenkins 100 times. She's a happy hippy with eyes like an anime babe and curves for days. She's perfect, but she ain't for me. I can't be trusted with nice things. I wreck 'em. Not by choice. It's how I was made, and now, it's what I am. When old enemies roar back into town - threatening my club and the girl I don't dare claim - I'm in for the fight of my life. My fists are all I got, and I'm afraid that this time, fists aren't gonna be enough to stop the past from tearing apart everything I love.

Life isn't easy. Single mom, minimum wage, family drama. You know the story. I've come a long way in a short time, though, and it's all worth it. For Jimmy. My grumpy little guy. Then a hot biker charms his way into our lives, tempting me into wanting more. I want to go for it, but how can I trust myself when I've screwed up so badly in the past?

Scrap Allenbach is a living legend to the Steel Bones MC. A vigilante hero. Ten years ago, he gave up his freedom for me. I never asked him to. Now he's back, with some idea about how it's gonna be. He's wrong. Things are different now. I'm not the same girl he knew. After what happened, I'll never be that person again. Not with the baggage I carry and the secrets I keep.

My mother, father, brother, and sister were murdered. And I found them. My only living relatives were my grandmother and one little sister, Reese. Then, my grandmother died, leaving me as the only one responsible for my little sister. My dad was a member of the Blackwings MC. I had always planned on becoming a brother. I just thought my dad would be there when I patched in. But he wasn't, and I was slowly drowning in anger and rage. My club was behind me and did everything they could to help me. But nothing was working. Until the night I met her.

She was never supposed to walk into my club. But she did. I shouldn’t have looked twice at her. But I did. The criminal underworld is no place for a girl like her. One night with Katerina isn’t enough, but men like me can’t afford to be weak. So, I tell her to leave me behind. She does, but not before she sees something she shouldn’t. When she goes into hiding, it’s my duty to hunt her down. I have a job to do, and she needs to disappear for good. But four years later, Kat isn’t alone anymore. And the little boy right beside her looks just like me. 

I’ve been in hiding for four years. On the run from the man in whose bed I once slept. I saw something I shouldn’t have seen. Took something I shouldn’t have taken. And he’s just found me. But it’s not just my safety I have to worry about. I have a little boy. His little boy. The secret baby of a Russian mobster.  

Suzy's a control freak and has her life mapped out - work hard, find a man with a stable job, and live happily ever after. She's content with the status quo, but her plan comes to a screeching halt when he enters her life and turns it upside down. City gave up on love when his heart was crushed in college, preferring to be the typical bachelor. He spends his nights hopping from one bed to another and his days working at his family tattoo shop, Inked. 

Break the rich boys. It’s tricky, but doable. Jerks like them don’t deserve to rule Burberry Prep. No, Tristan, Zayd, and Creed are going to pay, and I plan to make an example of them. Then, there’s Zack, the varsity football d*ck. Oh, and did I mention a prince just transferred to the academy? Whatever will I do with those two? Revenge is wicked sweet; I can’t wait for a taste.

Break the new girl. That should be easy, right? Trash like her doesn’t belong at Burberry Prep. No, Marnye Reed is going down, and we plan to make a spectacle out of it. Let’s see who can make her fall in love first. Bet’s on. Any takers? Take on the filthy rich boys. They’re the idols of the school, veritable gods on earth. Old money. New money. A rising star. These guys are nothing like the ones at my old school. I might come from nothing, but I’m determined to be someone, and I won’t let them get in my way.  

HAWK - I lost everything years ago. My brother. My family. Everything that ever meant anything to me. Now the Lords of Carnage are my life. Anything I need, the club provides. Anything else is unimportant. At least, that's what I tell myself until I meet Samantha Jennings. She stirs something inside me I haven't felt for years. Back when I had hope. Back when I thought life would give you what you asked for if you wanted it bad enough. Wanting is dangerous. I've learned that lesson. But when I look in those deep brown eyes, I want Samantha. 

Diesel, the MC’s Sergeant at Arms and enforcer, is tasked with not only keeping the club’s property and its members safe but also taking care of “business” when needed. His motto, “live free, die free”, means he sees most women as nags and clingers, and he wants none of that. The last thing he needs is to have one sitting on the back of his bike and trying to dictate his life. Unlike the other DAMC women, Jewel wants to be an ol’ lady. Being born and raised within the club, her goal is to earn her place on back of a brother’s bike. But not just anyone’s. 

When strong statements must be made, Hawk, as the MC’s VP, must be the one to make them. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t consequences, like him landing in jail. Though the club keeps an attorney on retainer, the one who shows up isn’t quite who he’s expecting. Not even close. Feisty, classy, and curvy, this attorney pushes his buttons in all the right ways. And Hawk can’t ignore a challenge. However, she’s so out of his league, he can’t hope for anything more than a few chances to scratch all her itches.

The only thing Jag loves more than his custom bike is Ivy. He's wanted her ever since he could remember. However, through the years, he's had to watch her date anyone but him, since she avoids dating bikers like the plague. Instead, she gravitates toward the complete opposite: geeks and nerds. Something Jag will never be. Smart and independent, Ivy wants to be the property of no man.