Includes Cerberus MC Books:

23. Spade

So I forgot about the night I spent with Sylvie Davis...big deal. Listing all of my one-night stands would be impossible. It’s par for the course for any man who decided early in life they’d rather enjoy a buffet instead of a single entrée. But now my boss has ordered me to accompany her back to her hometown.

His words: She needs a little help.

Translation: I think you could fall for this girl.

Leave it to the MC president, and every other chump in this club, to think I need help where women are concerned. They think love is the final answer in this game of life. If you don’t have it, you’re losing.

I know they’re wrong but find myself grateful that I agreed to go. It doesn’t take long for an ex to come sniffing around. I say he’s bad news. She says I’m jealous. With the vibes I’m getting from this guy, I find myself hoping she’s right. The alternative is bad for everyone concerned.

24. AroIt

It takes a lot to shake me, and even when I’m upset, most people wouldn’t even know it.

There was just something about the last job that kept me from keeping my cool. I know how dangerous it is and knew even better when I had to be carried away that day, becoming literally less of the man that entered that compound. I was ordered to rest, recover, and recuperate, all under the watchful eyes of the team’s psychologist.

She was there to get in my head, to watch for signs that I might be a danger to myself. She became my outlet, the calm to the storm trying to take over in my head. There would be no problem with what we were doing because the possibility of returning to work with the Cerberus MC was never going to happen, and if there was an off chance I would, walking away would be easy, right?

25. Boomer

Secrets are poison. They eat away at you from the inside.

I doubt there’s a single person in the club who would have a problem with who I am. Keeping my mouth shut is all about my own shame. Who I am isn’t acceptable.

That’s what my Fundamentalist family raised me to believe, but even after leaving home, I couldn’t be myself. Fighting against it never really became a struggle until the flirty bartender set his eyes on me.

He made me wish for things I couldn’t have. Resisting him was easy until that first kiss. Now there’s a very real chance my shame will ruin us both.