Savage Sons Mc books 1-5 is a collection of MC romance stories which revolve around five key characters and the women they fall for. Havoc - A sweet like honey accent and a pair of hips I couldn’t keep my eyes off.That’s how it started.Darcie Summers was playing the part of my old lady to keep herself safe but we both know it’s more than that.There’s something real between us.Something passionate and primal.Something my half brother’s stupidity will rip apart unless I can get to her in time. Cyber - Everyone has that ONE person that got away, right? The one who you wished you had treated differently. For me, that girl has always been Iris.So when she turns up on Savage Sons territory needing help, I am the man for the job. Every time I look at her I see the beautiful girl I left behind but Iris is no longer that girl. What I put into motion years ago has shattered her into a million hard little pieces. And if I’m not careful they will cut my heart out. Fang-The first time I saw her, she was sat on the side of the road drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. The second time was when I hit her dog. I had promised myself never to get involved with another woman after the death of my wife. But Gypsy was different. Sweeter, kinder and with a mouth that could make a sailor blush. She was also too good for me. I am Fang, President of the Savage Sons. I am not a good man, I’ve taken more lives than I care to admit even to myself. But I’m going to keep her anyway.
View MoreMonsterFang stepped out of the shelter of the dark doorway the moment I pulled my bike to a stop at the curb. His face was pensive. Yanking down the bandana from around my nose and chin, I made my way over to him. “Where is she?”Fang thrust a thumb over his shoulder, indicating that she was inside, but didn’t move out of my way so I could push through. Cyber had rung me, insistently until I had finally picked up his call fifty miles outside of town.Four words were all he said. He didn’t need to elaborate. “She’s at The Otter.”And I knew instantly who he meant. But what the holy hell was she doing there and more importantly how had she found me?“She’s inside but…”I dragged my attention back to my president. “What the hell is she doing here, Fang?” I gritted out, running a shaky hand through my hair. “Shit.” I tightened it into a fist. This couldn't be happening. It was meant to be a simple job. I had been promised it would be. And now the girl I had seduced on The Family’s ord
AngelaPushing my way into the bar, I straightened my shoulders. I was bone-weary after driving all night and most of the day, and I needed a strong drink. Letting my eyes travel around the room, I frowned for a second before letting the lines of my face smooth out, replacing my scowl with a smile. The place was everything I had been expecting: a dive bar. The kind of place where I usually wouldn’t be seen dead. But then I wanted to be seen. I wanted every person in that stupid backwater town to see my face and recognise me. The quicker they did, the quicker it would get back to Monster. If I was in luck he might even be in the bar itself. Monster owed me. And I had the perfect way he could repay me for the damage he had done. My dad wanted me to be married, and legally I had to be in order to get my hands on my trust fund. But nowhere had it mentioned who I had to get married to.He had started this mess so he owed me. He could get me out of it.The bar fell silent as I sauntered m
Angela“But Daddy,” I whined in my best little girl voice as I stared at myself in the mirror, swiping the bright crimson red lipstick over my lips for a second time. Baring my teeth like an animal, I preened, checking that my teeth were free of any. As always I looked perfect. Sexy. That was the word everyone always used when talking about me. Well, not everyone, but my friends, their friends. Anyone who saw me sauntering down the street.“Daddy, I was looking forward to coming home tomorrow and seeing everyone. With work, it's been so long since I’ve been to church with you all.” Grinning at my reflection, I carried on with my little girl charade. It was the part I played around my family, the mask I had to wear. It was all an act; it always had been and it was one that I had perfected over the years. I hadn’t been the sweet innocent girl my father needed me to be since I was fourteen. By the time I was fifteen I had men and boys eating out of the palm of my hand and… I shook myse
Monster“Stop fucking looking at it.” Gritting my teeth, I tore the tablet out of Havoc’s hands. He was trying not to smirk at least, which was more than anyone else in The Drunken Otter. Pope and Cyber were giggling like schoolgirls smoking their first joint. They weren’t even trying to hide it. And who could blame them? I would be laughing too if our roles had been reversed. “Fucking perverts.”Throwing back his head, Pope laughed. “There’s not much to perv on from what I can see.” He roared at his own joke and my face closed down. It wasn’t even a frown. I literally shut down. I had to, otherwise my emotions would get the better of me and I would hurt someone.And by God, I wanted to hurt someone. I wanted to do it so badly that my palms itched with need.“Or are you saying it’s not you?” Cyber cocked his head to the side. His face was serious. “Because I have to say, brother, it really looks like you.” He scanned the tablet sitting on the bar in front of him. His brow furrowed. “E
MonsterThe man in front of me was everything I expected him to be. From the combed over silver hair to the perfectly pressed creases in his pants. Steel blue eyes glared at me from across the table. I was under no illusion that men broke under that stare.But I wasn’t most men. And I sure as hell wasn’t about to back down. Meeting his death stare with a smirk, I leant back on the chair, crossing my legs at the ankles. For a second, his eyes flicked towards my boots, and then slowly, as if to intimidate me further, he let his eyes drift up higher, lingering on the patches of my cut. “Monster? Is that the name I should call you? Or…” he flicked open the file on the worn tabletop, “should I call you…”“Monster is fine, Mr Monroe.” I grinned. I was getting under his skin far quicker than he was getting under mine. I could already tell. “How can I help you today?” I kept my voice even, friendly almost. Like I wasn’t stuck in an interrogation room. My only crime? Banging the old man’s pre
MonsterI didn’t get nervous, not ever, but as I slipped through the gate and into Fang's backyard, I felt something twinge in my chest. I just wasn’t sure why. I had been to dozens of these gatherings. Sure, back then it was only the older generation that had families to bring, but still, it wasn’t like I was an outsider.I knew everyone there.It was just…it seemed everyone had a partner but me. Not true by a long shot, but that’s how it felt. I had always maintained that I was happiest alone but that wasn’t exactly true. I was happiest with my brothers. They were the only family I had. And now I had to share them.My feelings were childish. Angrily, I brushed them aside, plastering my face with a smile. It was a forced one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Social gatherings were always hard. I couldn't always keep the mask in place. But I would have to. I didn’t have a choice. There were women and children milling around everywhere. Heading straight for the cooler where I could see
AngelaI knew I looked good. I didn’t need the appreciative looks from every guy that walked past my sunlounger to tell me that. But it was always nice to have people stare, even the bratty girlfriends who glared at me were rewarded with a smile. I could afford to be nice to people. On the surface anyway. I was on holiday and had just spent the night with a man who had literally blown my world apart. More than once.Even the memory of his tongue against my inner thighs had me squirming. Jesus, he sure knew what he was doing. It was just a shame that I hadn’t caught his name. Throwing back my head, I laughed, drawing even more attention to myself. Who was I kidding? Not knowing his name was part of the fun. He would always be the mysterious man I had shacked up with in Vegas, the one with the magic tongue and the monster dick. I didn’t need to know his name because I was never going to see him again. And that was exactly how I liked it.Nights like the one I had spent with him were
Monster“Is it done?” As usual, Fang didn’t mess around with polite greetings. Usually, I was all for his bluntness but there was something about the way he asked that grated on my nerves. What did he think I was? A total amateur? Of course, it was done. “Yeah, it’s done.” I flopped down on the chair opposite him, his giant clutter-filled desk between us, and ignored his raised eyebrow. “What did you think I was doing, partying on club dime and not doing my fucking job?” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. Chatting shit to Fang was always a dangerous move. And usually, I showed him the respect he deserved as my club president, but sometimes I slipped up. “Wasn't the club paying for your little holiday, Monster.” Fang’s voice was unusually calm, almost cheerful sounding, and it was my turn to raise an eyebrow at him. If I didn’t know better, I would have said he was happy. His lips kept trying to do this strange thing that I suspected was a smile.Fang happy?
MonsterThe club was jumping.The music, the flashing lights - it was all meant to say, come on in and have a good time.And I’m sure to anyone else it would have. But not to me.I saw past it all, just like I always did. It was a mask to hide the seedy underbelly of the city of sin. I knew all about masks; I wore one myself. One that I used to hide the monster I was underneath my charming smile.Looks could be deceiving, and that sure as hell was true of the place I stood in. It looked like an upscale kind of place, full of beautiful people, but I wasn’t fooled. The place stank of desperation.Reeked of it.There was no difference between the women there and the girls back at the clubhouse who would happily drop to their knees and suck my cock without being asked twice. At least the club girls knew what they were. They didn’t feel the need to put on airs and graces.They didn’t pretend.I knew that I could’ve had any one of the women gyrating in front of me if I’d wanted to. That was
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