Bøger af Kerri Ann

Wyatt Crown was mine. I was his.I'd been cherished by a man that had once cherished nothing. Feeling his hands on my body. His breath on my skin. The soft whisper of him caresses my soul. He was imprinted on my soul. In that moment I didn't feel alone anymore. I do now.After the crash, I fear the outcome of those I love. I'm afraid as my world crumbles. Calling out in the cold darkness, the lack of a reply crushes me. My heart breaks. Shredding into a million pieces, it leaves me broken and scarred.Why am I going through this again?

Why the hell did it have to be her?The bartender at Four Horseman was a walking wet dream and now she's my damn job. I thought it would be simple. Get intel from the witness. Ignore her sass and sexuality. I was wrong. She's more than I bargained for. I may risk everything to save her from her fate. My life, my future....my club.Busta... My jailer. I thought he was good-looking at the bar. No more. The man is arrogant, ruthless: a complete prick. I need a way out of this and through him is the best.I need to find a chink in his armor. I'll do what it takes to gain my freedom. Anything to get free. Except giving him the intel he wants.

Charged and explosive. Like a keg of dynamite... Ryker Women come when I call. Panties drop--if they're wearing them, and we both get what we need. No relationships, no attachments, just a good time. So when Kate came into my shop with her wrecked car, her snappy wit, sassiness and fiery attitude immediately made me want her. Only thing is... She's the exact trouble I don't need. Kate Trust no one. Trust nothing. Believe in only yourself. Alone is safe. When you're running from the mafia that destroyed your family, and continually attempts to murder you, you'd find that safe too. Pulling up to the garage, I'm annoyed by the sinful, broody, crass mouthed mechanic. His cocky attitude urges me to fight him at every turn. His smarmy smile makes me want to knock it right off his face. But... He does smell fantastic. And that linebacker chest begs for scars. Maybe a quick stop can't hurt? From the bestselling author Kerri Ann, Charged is a standalone romance mafia story.

I see their evil. Their malice and greed.I see myself in them.My sins laid bare and bleeding free for all to see, I'm torn by my pious duty and the blood of family.My brother and the MC want me back. It's not my home and not where I belong. When an attack occurs and they need my help, their desires are my undoing.They use her.My vice.My Scarlet.I've fought their pull like the taught string of the bow.Like me, a single shot let loose will ruin everything.I'll break my vows. I know it. For her.Originally a part of The 7 anthology, Rook is the novella that ties KING to PAWN in the Broken Bows Duet. Do not miss the novella that started it all.

Lucius and Oubliette have been dragged through hell. The Broken Bows have lost leadership, gained it, and found themselves in further disarray, and just when things were looking up, disaster struck again. I can't tell her why. I can't tell her I'm sorry. I can't even send flowers to apologize... What I can do is fight. I'll find a way to return to Oubliette. She is all that consumes me, and my only reason to live. I swore when I did this that I would save her further pain, yet, I caused more. This was my biggest mistake. It's Christmas time. A time that should've been spent with family. I'm not. I'm fighting for sanity. I'm fighting the need to scream at the injustice of what we've gone through. What I've gone through to be here. I'm lonely, I'm sad, I'm broken. It's no one's fault but his. He ran from me though. He left me alone in a world without him. The why doesn't matter anymore. That was until I moved past the pain and learned to love again. This is the conclusion. It can't be said that all love is beautiful, there is certain tragedy to it. Some more than others.

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even...Who's kidding, who?This was the Broken Bows MC clubhouse. There's always something stirring.Busta and the boys had gone through hell recently with the DEA, a nasty cartel and a battle with a rival club. So everyone by this point deserved a bit of downtime, happiness and tinsel. Would it happen?Not a chance.In this short Christmas story Busta, his girl Oubliette, and the boys of the Broken Bows find themselves in odd frivolity, alcoholic antics and strangely unorthodox positions with a saddle. Like usual, in Bows fashion, there's even a secret that would have you wish you'd skipped to the last page.Enjoy the eggnog, the insanity, and the merriment that is a holiday in a Broken Bows MC clubhouse at Christmas.

I had to depend on myself, my own wit and will. I had to find a way to survive. I had to play the game to win. That had been my life as a hostage of the Queen. Until Codero arrived I'd never known a kind touch of a lover, or the soft words of hope that now whispers in my mind. He lit a fire in me and I swear I will never become that slave to someone else's whims again. Coming home to the United States was supposed to be a happy homecoming. It's been a bigger nightmare than the Queen's domain ever was. Murianos is making sure it's another level of hell. Codero and I try to carve out time for us, but with his brother missing, his mind is on other problems. I swore I'd be independent and that I'd find a way to make my life my own, but right now, I'll take all the help I can get. I can't go through this again. Knight is the second in the Restless Souls MC series, but the crossover series is best read in this order. RookKingPawnGambitQueenKnightBishop's Play

When the bad guys are the good guys who do you trust? When those tasked with upholding the law should be who you turn too, what happens when you cannot? That they're the monsters that go bump. They're the truest evil in this world. A war is coming to the Motorcycle Clubs of Los Angeles and I for one don't wish to be a part of it anymore. Captured, the Broken Bows showed me the depth that some will go too to survive.They showed me their malice. Their darkness. Their evil. Not him though. Not him. The Broken Bows Enforcer showed me a compassion I would never expect from someone so vicious. Am I'm willing to find out more about him? To scramble through the mire of his deception. Can we find a love in the damage as the clubs are torn apart, or will we succumb to the despair?I hope for survival. I hope love will survive.Reading order: Rook (Broken Bows MC, Novella)King (Broken Bows MC, Book One)Pawn (Broken Bows MC, Book Two)Queen (SoCal Soulless MC, Book One)Gambit (Christmas at the Clubhouse, Broken Bows MC, Book Three)Knight (SoCal Soulless MC, Book Two)Bishop's Play (The Finale to the Broken Bows MC, Book Four) (This ties up both storylines)

Stepping into the club I had no misgivings about what I'd find, but Rush was a surprise. Tall, dangerous; hands that roam everywhere. His voice is a smooth silk caressing your soul. He's excessive, he's empowering, he's dangerous. He's more than I bargained for. My club swims with sex. There are always able and willing bodies to enjoy. As the owner, I have one rule: Find your relief, enjoy them and set them loose - anything more and your head gets twisted up. That was my rule. When she stepped through the door I knew I wanted her. I wanted to taste her.I needed to feel her soft body up against mine. I had to touch her. I had to see the colour rise in her cheeks. One time should have been enough to clear her from my system.Did I know it would become more? Maybe I should have stayed away.

They never tell you that after graduating college that you would be so desperate. That without a job or a penny to your name you'd work anywhere. Seeing the help wanted sign on the doors of the Humble Gentlemen's club, I thought it would be an easy job. That slinging drinks all day would be a quick buck. That I could just do my job and go home. It was easy until it wasn't.When I witnessed something that I shouldn't have, I was unwillingly thrust into the middle of an all-out MC war that had been waging for years. I was captive to their whims and without a friend in the world. Until him. He was my captor.Busta was arrogant, ruthless, and a complete prick. Busta frightened me to my core, but I know that if I want to gain my freedom, I'd need to find a chink in his armor. I'd have to pull all the stops if I wanted my life back. I thought the job would be simple. I was wrong. As the Enforcer for our MC, I do what I'm told. If my President says to jump, I jump higher than needed to prove I'm up to the task. So, when the bartender from a rival club just happens to see something she shouldn't, I'm tasked with holding her hostage until I get the intel or eliminate her if needed. It's easy, simple, and a job I excel at. Normally, I do at least.Thing is, her sass, and her strength in the face of defeat as she's subjected to a no-win situation, surprises even me. As I learn what she's hiding I find myself going against the club to protect her. The real problem is her truths are unraveling my lies. I'm not everything the club thinks I am, and she could cost me everything I've worked so hard for. Is she worth my life? Is she worth everything?

There's no use in lying to myself, Jamieson Crown is everything I want.I'm drawn to his arrogance when I should avoid him. He's cocky. Sinfully hot. Dangerous to my libido. A single moment could get him out of my system. A single delectable moment.The only problem, my secrets could kill him. Literally. Is one sip of Whiskey worth it? Or could it destroy us both?

Arresting her will be the biggest mistake of my career.- Officer Risen MasonStepping away from his cruiser, he's every woman's wet dream. The mountainous thick chest that stretches for miles. The colorful tattoos peeking out under the cuff of his shirt. Then there's those stark blue eyes framed by his sinful face...Officer Mason is heavenly. Well, he was until he arrested me. He's now the enemy and I'm about to make his life a living hell...

Casper Crown on a motorcycle is fearless. He's the man everyone wants to be. Every woman wants to say they've had him and most have.I swore I wouldn't let it happen to me. I wouldn't fall prey to his dangerous charisma, but standing at his race tent my resolve is waning. It'll take everything in me to win against his charm.Did I think the rich racer that had everything could be so hollow? So...broken inside? Ten minutes ago, two women graced his bed and now he wants me. Everything he does is to fill the hole in his soul that he cannot repair. It'll take more than a few sweet words to prove I'm worth more to him than a quick one-night stand.