On the 3rd day of Christmas, Amo Jones gave to me
One hellraising reckoning,
Two loved ones dying
And a broken girl hanging from a tree
On the 4th day of Christmas, Anne Malcom gave to me...
One prison riot
Two bullets flying
Three mangled corpses
And a psychopath running free...
On the 5th day of Christmas, MariaLisa DeMora gave to me
One plea for mercy
Two bodies writhing
Three clues to find her
Four reasons to love him
And a man determined to get his life back...
On the 6th day of Christmas, Chantal Fernando gave to me
One broken heart
Two best friends
Three familiar faces
Four sexy bikers
Five life regrets
Six nights at a bar
And a second chance romance that's been long coming
On the 7th day of Christmas, Giana Darling gave to me
One blind eye
Two bloody fists
Three kidnapped whores
Four attempts at murder
Five fights a wrecking
Six nights a fucking
And a bloody biker and teenage runaway finding home.
Hellraiser's Reckoning by Amo Jones
Christmas is here, but at The Devils Own headquarters, there's always something to fear
Hella has gone MIA, and Melissa just does not care
Jingle bells are ringing, silent nights are screaming, nothing is as it seems, when the devil comes home singing
Thunderstruck by MariaLisa deMora
Wildman learned a long time ago it wasn't healthy for a man to trust. Trust led to a false confidence, and that could get a body killed. Only the mercy he'd earned would determine if that ending came quick, or slow. Brothers and the brotherhood of the club were his only allies.
Out of Sight by Giana Darling
I'd been running for so long, I didn't have anyone to leave behind.
I liked it that way. No strings, no responsibilities, no one to even remember my name when I was gone.
The world was my oyster and I was sucking it down.
Until a dark night behind a bar when a stranger saves my life and pays a price that should have been mine to give.
Hollow Heart by Anne Malcom
Don't judge a book by its cover, that's how the saying goes, right?
It's meant to stop people from judging others based on appearances, first impressions. Because people are often a lot more-or usually, lot less-than they appear.
That is not the case with me.
What you see is what you get.
What you see a club whore for the Sons of Templar MC.
Big tits, blonde hair, pretty face. Not much else.
I serve a purpose.
I might not be doing the Lord's work.
In fact, I'm probably doing the Devil's.
But I'm okay with that.
The Devil claimed me a long time ago, when he hollowed out my insides and burned everything than made me more than I appeared.
What I was before, who I was before, it's nothing more than ashes.
I made a life from the ruins. It's ugly and empty.
But it's mine.
Until Christmas Eve.
Then my ugly life is no longer empty. And my hollow heart no longer belongs to me.
Borrowed time by Chantal Fernando
All April wanted for Christmas was Zachary Benton.