Meet the Breed Motorcycle Club…
“You don’t have to do anything. I’m gonna take care of everything.” I mean it, too. While sinking my d*ck inside her tops my current wish list, I also intend to make this good for her. She’s had a sh*t deal in life, and I absolutely want to kiss her better. The way I see it, all she has to do is enjoy. I’ll do all the rest. I’m practically a Boy Scout and she can pin the medal to my goddamned chest later. First, I have my mate to kiss.” ~ Jace Jones
To keep the peace between two rival wolf packs, Cajun werewolf Jace Jones agrees to become the alpha of The Breed pack and motorcycle club. There’s just one catch: he needs to mate the former alpha’s daughter and he’s damned certain she hasn’t chosen him. His new mate is sweet and sexy as sin, but she’s also been brutalized by the pack and the last thing she needs is one more wolf in her life. But before he can take his place as leader of the Breed, he’ll have to teach his woman her place… in the club, in his arms, and in his heart.
Werewolf bikers? Pass. Keelie Sue Berard has spent a lifetime trapped in the motorcycle club’s misogynistic world, first as the alpha’s daughter and then as a mate. She’s kept her mouth shut and her head down trying to survive, so she’ll do whatever it takes to walk away free to live her own life. But Jace terrifies her. He protects her. He owns her. And now he wants her…
Werewolf shifter Ware Evans lives for the road, his bike, and his MC. He has his own brand of honor. And when a member of the Breed motorcycle club kidnaps a human female, Ware’s ready to take action. Free the girl. Punish the wolf. Make sure said girl never talks about the club or reveals its shifter secrets. Club rules come first and Ware is the enforcer of the rulebook. But when Ware actually meets the naked woman tied up in the remote Louisiana Bayou cabin, sees the fear and defiance in her soft brown eyes, all bets are off. He’ll claim her as his mate to keep her safe from the wolf pack, to make sure she’s free to ride away… and because now there’s only one rule that matters now. She’s his.
I’m not supposed to hunt her, I’m not supposed to want her, but I do. She’s run from the Breed motorcycle club, making a new life for herself deep in the Louisiana bayou, and only a bastard would go after her. Did I mention that I’m not a nice guy? – Grant
Grant “Blade” Dean spent years fighting for the Breed motorcycle club. He’s sworn fealty to the MC’s Alpha, and pack comes first. Until he takes a bullet rescuing a human female from a drive-by shooting. He’s no white knight, and he’s tired of the fighting. He’s found his woman, and now he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her…
Blade is fifty shades of wrong and Leah Holmes knows it. She knew it when she gave him her virginity four years ago and she knows it when she drags the injured wolf onto her houseboat. He’s not human. He’s a bad boy biker, a killer—and a wolf. Giving a big, bad wolf a second chance is stupid… isn’t it?
I don’t play well with other wolves. The pack needs muscle, and I provide it as their enforcer. My biker name is Gator—after the alligator that chewed my face up. Sure I can make a woman scream with pleasure, but the scars on my face? That’s truth in advertising right there. There’s not an ounce of pretty in me. I fight, I ride—and I do it alone. So chasing the gorgeous marine biologist who wanders into my bayou hunting for wolves is not my smartest move. She’s Beauty. I’m the Beast. That story’s already been told and life’s fresh out of happy endings.