Author: Nicole James
Series: Evil Dead MC #14
Release Date: February 24, 2022
Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC
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We shared one crazy mistake of a night.
Now she just walked back into my life in a sexy little string bikini...
And her son has my crooked smile and dimples.
On leave one night thirteen years ago, I slept with my battle brother’s little sister. Layla was wild, uninhibited, and everything I could ever want, but nothing I could have.
So I walked away.
I let her live her dreams, instead of pining after a man deployed.
When I got out, I never looked her up, instead I went searching for the brotherhood I missed, and I found it with the Evil Dead MC.
Now, out of the blue, she's back.
And this time I won't walk away, even if her brother will want to bury me six feet under when he finds out.
When trouble at the Club starts piling up, I know exactly who's to blame.
Officer Rebecca Reilly, our new sheriff's deputy, is a jealous woman.
But she'll be sorry she ever screwed with me, because I'll do whatever I have to do to protect my club and my woman.
Series: Evil Dead MC #14
Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Cover Design: Lori Jackson Design
Author: Nicole James
Release Date: February 24, 2022
Finally, I drop my heavy weight to her again, and she clutches me tightly, accepting it gladly. Our sweat-slick skin presses together, the burning heat of our bodies sending warmth down to my soul.
I’m so wrung out I don’t want to move, but I know she can’t take my weight forever, so I pull out and roll to my back. When my breathing recovers, she turns on her side away from me.
I go up on an elbow. “Hey.” I dip my face in her neck and wrap my arms around her. “You okay?”
She nods, but doesn’t answer verbally.
I rub her upper arm, and bury my nose in her hair. “You smell like honeysuckle.”
“It’s my shampoo.” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“It reminds me of home.”
“Mississippi.” I lift up and run my hand over her bare hip. Her skin is golden in the firelight. It’s then I see the spot of blood on the white sheet, and go still.
“Jesus Christ. Layla.” My voice is a whisper.
“Baby. You were a virgin? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s done now.”
I’m thrown by her words. It’s almost like it was a chore to be done. Lose your virginity. Check.
“I don’t understand.”
Her shoulder lifts in a small shrug. “There’s nothing to understand.”
“You could have told me to stop. Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want you to stop.”
“Because I wanted you.”
“But you hardly know me. That isn’t something you do.” I pause, studying her, but she still has her back to me. “How old are you?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah. All of a sudden it sure does. Please, God, tell me you’re of age.”
I breathe an internal sigh of relief. But more questions follow. “How does an eighteen year old girl end up the live-in housekeeper on a ranch?”
“I’m not exactly the housekeeper.”
My mind is spinning. “Then who exactly are you?”
“Layla Draper. Chris is my brother.”
I practically fly off the bed to stand naked next to it spearing both hands through my hair. “Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
She rolls and tucks the sheet across her breasts. “Yes, that’s what we did.”
I stare at her in horror. Oh my God. Chris is going to kill me with his bare hands. “Do you know what position you just put me in?”
“I just gave you my virginity. You seemed to enjoy yourself. You should be pretty happy right now.”
“Happy? Have you lost your goddamn mind? I’m a dead man walking.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. He doesn’t even know. And he won’t hear it from me, that’s for sure.”
“What fucking game are you playing?”
“Look, you want the truth?”
“I’ve been a good girl all through high school. Always home in my virginal bed by nine. Never let a boy get past second base. Always followed the rules.”
“And you picked tonight to break every one of them?” I pace across the room and back, then catch her trailing her eyes over my naked body, and freeze. “Hey. Eyes up here, missy.”
I go to grab the blanket, but she grabs my wrist and pulls me down.
“Get back in bed. The damage is done, and I don’t have cooties.”
I lay next to her, punching the pillow for good measure to let her know I’m still pissed. That only gets me another chuckle from her, this time with full body shake.
“What was this all about, Layla?”
“Like I was saying, I’ve always played by the rules. But I’m going off to college next month and I didn’t want to go a virgin.”
“So, it was just something to get out of the way?”
“Something like that.”
“That’s a fucked up way of looking at it. It’s supposed to be special, with some guy you love.”
“My prince, you mean? He was taking too long to find me.”
“You are the strangest woman I’ve ever met.” That gets me a smile.
“You called me a woman, and now, finally, I feel like one.” She turns her head on the pillow to look at me. “Have you ever been with a virgin?”
“Nope. You’re a first for me.”
She grins. “So I’ll be memorable that way.”
“That’s a fact. ‘Til the day I die I’ll remember this night.”
“Good. Then we both will.”
I stare at the fire for a while, and finally give up trying to make sense of this whole night. “So, college, huh?”
“Yes. I can’t wait.”
“What are you going to study?”
“Pre-law. I want to go to law school one day.”
“A lawyer, huh?”
“Yep,” she says proudly. “I’m going to get justice for people, the ones that never get it. The ones the system lets down. Those are the people I want to help.”
I chuckle. “I think those are the lawyers that never make any money, darlin’.”
“I don’t care. That’s not what’s important.”
“You say that now. Wait until you have bills to pay.”
“So is there a prince in this future plan of yours somewhere?”
“I don’t need a man. I refuse to be one of those women.”
“I’m not going to be home cooking dinner and waiting for a man to come in and take me for granted while he eats his meatloaf without talking to me.”
I can’t hold back the chuckle. “Layla, I just met you and even I know that no man will ever be able to take you for granted.”
She clasps her hands behind her head and smiles at the ceiling. “Good.”
“What other dreams have you got, besides bein’ a kickass lawyer and all?”
“Get the hell out of Texas. I’m sick of flat nothing for as far as the eye can see. I want to live near the ocean and maybe mountains.”
“I can understand that. What else?”
“I’d love to start a charity someday.”
That gets my attention, because it’s about the last thing I expect her to say. I swivel my head to look at her. “A charity? What kind?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet. But it’ll come to me eventually.”
I grin. “I’m sure it will. Come here.” I pull her against me, and tuck her to my side. My calloused palm strokes down her bare arm, loving the touch of her soft skin under mine. She wraps a hand across my chest and snuggles closer. I kiss the top of her head. “You’re somethin’ special, Layla. Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.”
That gets me a squeeze.
“Get some sleep, babe. I’m beat.”
I stay awake long after her breathing evens out and I know she’s drifted off. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about how badly I’ve fucked up and how in the hell I’m going to get out of this mess.
I eventually dose off. Like always, I’m back in Afghanistan, walking some road when a bomb goes off in front of me, taking out a Humvee and everyone near it. I’ve had the same dream over and over. But this time I’m startled awake by the distant sound of a jet high overhead. I jerk, and I’m breathing hard, my heart racing. It takes me a minute to remember where I am and why there’s a warm woman pressed against my side.
Then it all comes flooding back. Layla. She’s Chris’s barely legal little sister. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I twist my wrist and look at the time. 5:45 a.m.
The only thing I know to do is get the fuck out of here and back to the guest room where I’m supposed to be sleeping.
The fight or flight reaction takes over, and this time flight wins the day. I’ve got to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible. I manage to slip from the bed without waking Layla and pull on my clothes and boots.
I stand next to the bed, straightening my cuffs as I stare down at the beautiful girl. Last night I fucked up, royally, but somehow I know I’ll never regret being with her. She’s the soothing balm my weary soul needed. My eyes connect with the glint of metal on the table next to the bed. The key ring she’d pulled from her pocket. I don’t know what makes me take them and slip off the small round silver medallion that catches my eye. I read the scrolling words engraved on it.
Life is beautiful – enjoy the ride.
I certainly had. I slip it in my pocket as a keepsake, and then I pause and take off my dog tags. I can always get replacements, so I leave this set on the side table. It’s all I have to leave her to remember me by, and our night together. I take another last look at her then sneak out like a fucking coward. I have a lot to fear. I just fucked the eighteen-year-old sister of my Navy SEAL host and friend. And that, I’m sure, will not go over well.
When outlaw biker, Cole Austin sees a young woman handcuffed and being dragged across the yard of the Dead Souls Motorcycle Club’s remote clubhouse, he’s stunned by the realization of just how dark his world has become. This scene is even more than his twisted soul can stomach. Compelled to intercede and save her, he has no idea his whole world is about to change. He believes he’s doing the right thing until a secret she’s hiding makes him question if saving her may be the biggest mistake of his life.
The two strike a deal, a deal they may both come to regret.
Is there anything he won’t do for her or are there some things he just can’t?
A troublemaker, that’s all she was to him. When outlaw biker, Crash, suddenly finds himself a rich girl’s bodyguard & babysitter, he thinks he’ll teach the stuck-up girl a lesson. The world saw a classy wealthy lady. All he saw was a spoiled little rich girl. Until she reveals the shattered girl inside that tries so hard to hide her fears with a façade of arrogance, attitude, and sass.
He’d tear down those walls she tries so hard to build, if only she’d let him.
Could the love of a man so wrong for her be the only one to save her?
And in his darkest hour, would her love be enough to save him?
The love of his life just rode up on the back of a brother’s bike. Will Shades’ desire for earning a VP patch stand in the way of any future he could have with Skylar? When a rival MC shows up looking for her, things go from complicated to damn near impossible. Does Skylar come with more baggage than Shades is willing to sign up for?
For years after Shades had lost Skylar, he’d tried satisfying the emptiness of losing her with booze, women and the club. He’d turned his frustration at having to give her up into a determination to climb the ranks of the club, but he hadn’t counted on the fact that the pull he’d felt toward Skylar had only lain dormant in him all these years. Or that all it would take to reignite it was just one look at her. And he sure as hell hadn’t counted on her showing up on the back of a brother’s bike.
For the hot-as-hell badass biker, women have always come too easily—until Crystal. Buried under the sexy-as-sin tomboy with the smartass mouth that can put any man in the MC in his place, is a feminine side she only reveals when pushed. And Wolf is just the man to push. Problem is she’s the only woman to ever push back. Which only makes him more determined to have her.
The Evil Dead MC gave Wolf his nickname. They said it was because women stood about as much chance with him as Little Red Riding Hood stood against the Big Bad Wolf. And maybe that’s true.
When it comes to his club, Wolf is all about loyalty, his brothers, and the freedom of the road.
When it comes to women, he’s all about the chase. He loves the hunt, he loves the challenge, and he loves women.
Life in the Evil Dead MC isn’t easy, and neither is loving one of them. It’s a life that can leave a man scarred and bloody. And sometimes the fallout is far reaching and takes more than a man is willing to give.
It can be just as risky for any woman brave enough to love one of them.
The scars of life run deep, for both Wolf and Crystal.
Sometimes life doesn’t give you a fairytale, sometimes you have to make your own.
And sometimes it takes a spitfire to tame a hell-raiser.
Ghost lives his life under one rule—never fall in love, never get tied down to just one woman. Focusing solely on his MC, he is able to remain unattached and free—until a girl from his past is dropped in his lap. She was a line he swore he’d never cross. Now, to obtain an alliance his club needs, he’s forced to use her in ways he’d never imagined. She needs his protection, and she’s the one woman he can’t refuse.
When Ghost finds himself unable to keep his distance from Jessie, will he be able to push his feelings aside and use her as a pawn for the attainment of his club’s goals? Or will he put the club and their lives at risk to follow his heart?
When lies and secrets come between them, can they overcome everything to find their own piece of heaven?
The boys of the Evil Dead MC are out on business—the shady kind that happens in the dark of night miles from nowhere—when Red Dog gets a call from one of his club brothers. Seems Red Dog’s ol’ lady has picked tonight to take off and go drinking fifty miles from home. Just wait until he gets his hands on her. Only problem is—that may be easier said than done.
The fact that she waits until he’s six hours away—doing an arms deal on the California-Oregon border—to pull this stunt, doesn’t amuse him.
What ensues is a game of hide-and-seek with the boys all helping their MC brother track down his ol’ lady.
Along the way, Red Dog remembers why he fell in love with his little China Doll in the first place.
A tale of revenge, loyalty and debts owed. He’s the Enforcer for the New Orleans Chapter of the Evil Dead MC. She’s a nurse, kidnapped and thrust into a situation out of her control. Chained to a bed, his wounds on fire, his mind foggy with fever, Blood is losing all hope of ever making it out of the stifling New Orleans row house. Until the door opens and an angel of mercy is thrust inside. Nurse Catherine ‘Cat’ Randall stared at the man on the bed. He’s dark and dangerous and everything she hates—just another filthy biker. Only he isn’t. He’s nothing like the others. And she’s his only hope of escape. Can she risk helping him? Can she trust a man who wears an MC patch? How can he be her savior when he wears the face of her deepest fear?
Blood owes the pretty nurse a debt—one he’s determined to repay, even if it clashes with his duty to his club. He made her a promise. But time is running out. To keep that promise and repay the debt he owes, he may have to sacrifice it all—everything that ever meant a damn to him.
Fighting treachery, betrayal, and dirty deals, there are a hundred ways it could all go wrong, but Blood is determined to have Cat for his own. She’s fast becoming his weakness. As the smoldering passion between them flares to life, burning hot and intense, no one is going to stop him. He wants it all, and he’ll settle for nothing less.
This is an emotional story filled with twists and turns, tragedy and humor that only the Evil Dead MC can deliver. Hang on for a ride you won’t forget.
When an ex-con biker sets his sights on you, do you run? No? Not even when he comes with more trouble than you can handle? The last thing Undertaker, President of the Evil Dead MC’s New Orleans Chapter, expects to walk through his clubhouse doors is a face from his past. They’d met years ago when he’d been ordered into counseling as part of his parole. Now, a dozen years later, fate was throwing them back together. But Allison Carter isn’t a naïve girl anymore. The once fresh-out-of-college psychology intern who’d been put in charge of his case is a respected therapist and all woman now.
And the President of the Evil Dead’s New Orleans Chapter wants to make her his.
It won’t be so simple when trouble from his past threatens everything.
Eleven years locked in a cell does things to a man, but back then Undertaker hadn’t had time to deal with all his demons. He had a motorcycle club he needed to get back to, and an untimely death in the ranks had him stepping up to fill the spot of President and fulfill his destiny—one that didn’t include the cute little intern who’d been put in charge of his case. She’d known nothing of his problems. How could she?
Besides, he’d scared her to death.
But that didn’t stop him from using her to get what he wanted, no matter the cost or damage to her.
She was just a brat, until he saw her vulnerable side.
She was just a tough little smartass, until he saw the fear she hid.
She was just a job, until she wasn’t.
He has no idea what he’s done to earn the crap job of being this little brat’s new shadow, but he’s not about to let the president of his MC down. Joker was given one stipulation, she’s off limits. Holly may be a brat, but she’s also beautiful—and keeping his hands off her may be the death of him.
Joker isn’t about to stand for Holly’s bratty behavior. And he’s definitely not going to take any disrespect from her. For every stunt she pulls, he’s right there to drag her out of trouble and rein her in.
She’s a twenty-year-old girl working towards getting over her traumatic past, and moving forward with her life. That means leaving the safety she’s found at the Evil Dead MC’s clubhouse, and returning to school and an apartment on campus.
Last thing she wants is her new biker bodyguard to think she’s a scared little child. So she bluffs her way through situations, pretending to be tough and fearless, when in reality she’s the complete opposite.
Holly can’t stand Joker—but tell that to her traitorous body.
Why did he have to be so good looking?
Why did he have to be the one to make her feel again?
And why did he have to be the one man she can’t have?
A badass biker and the sexy little sprite that wants nothing to do with him.
They’re opposites in every way that matters—except one—they can’t keep their eyes off each other.
Hammer watches Tink strut past him without so much as a glance. His eyes moving over her hot little body—a body that’s been driving him crazy and keeping him awake at night. She’s the one chick he’s been infatuated with for months, but she won’t give him the time of day.
Hammer just doesn’t get it. After all, he’s a big, muscular man who turns female heads wherever he goes. Tattoos cover the skin of his sculpted body, and that combined with being a patched member of the Evil Dead MC does it for most women who are into bad boys. Not Tink, though. Unfortunately for Hammer, the one woman he wants more than any other seems to be immune to him.
Well, he’s had about enough of her snubbing him like he doesn’t even exist. He’s going after what he wants, and what he wants more than anything is that hot little girl with the short white-blonde hair. The one so petite, the guys in the club nicknamed her Tinker Bell.
Yes, that sexy little sprite is going to be his.
Tink is totally aware of Hammer’s eyes on her as she walks past. Warmth floods her body, like it does every time she’s near him and he looks at her that way—like he’s undressing her with his eyes and imagining all the sordid things he’d like to do to her. Things she lies awake at night imagining as well.
But Tink isn’t willing to risk her heart; not for a man who could hurt her like he could, a man who has already been with her sister. Raven always gets what she wants, and that’s usually anything she thinks Tink might want.
Tink learned long ago not to even try to compete with her sister. It’s pointless. So, she’s carved out a life for herself surrounded by the men of this MC and the women who have become her best friends. It’s a world she thought her sister would never be interested in, and one where she’ll never have to compete with her.
Apparently, she’d thought wrong.
What happens when a badass biker wants the one woman he can’t have?
How far will he go to have her?
A woman lost in grief and pain.
A bossy biker determined to bring her back to life.
A wickedly wild ride.
Paige knows the meaning of pain and loss.
Two years ago she left town to nurse her grief over the death of her husband in a tragic bike wreck.
Now she’s back—returning to the one family that understands the depth of her loss—her MC family.
My brother’s ol’ lady.
I’ve carried unspoken feelings for her since the night we met.
Ransack and I were as close as two MC brothers could be. I was with him the night he died.
I held Paige in my arms in the trauma bay as she collapsed, her wailing sobs tearing my heart out.
And the month after the funeral, I helped her load up Ransack’s old truck and head off for Macon—taking my heart with her.
I wish I could take that pain away from her.
More than once I’ve wished I’d died in my brother’s place.
Ransack’s death had been a huge loss for me, but watching Paige drive out of my life as well, ripped my heart out.
Now she’s back.
When I see her standing across the clubhouse, instantly my lust for her flares back to life like it’s been days, not years.
She drove out of my life once, but I’ll be damned if I’ll waste this second shot with her.
All I have to do is win her heart from a dead man.
I’ll do anything to keep my woman safe.
Only problem is—
Paige is stubborn and willful. And she never does anything she’s told.
Wicked. He’s the one man I could always count on.
When I see him across the clubhouse for the first time in years, my heart begins beating again.
I need him, more than he can possibly know.
But in order to have a chance together, I have to let go of the past.
That’s easier said than done.
When information comes to light, I begin to question if my husband’s death was the tragic accident it appeared.
Determined to find out the truth… I won’t let anything stop me.
But the evidence I dig up could put everything I hold dear in jeopardy—Wicked, our future, and my very life.
I live at the end of this dark, deserted, dead-end street for a reason.
I don’t like neighbors, and I’m not into kids. So I’m pissed to learn the vacant house across the street just got rented.
When a child comes snooping around my house, I’m forced to do the last thing I want to do–meet my new neighbor. When I go to return the kid to her side of the street, I come face-to-face with one pissed off mama bear and the hottest chick I’ve ever laid eyes on–and that’s saying a lot.
Suddenly I’m all about being neighborly; the only problem is she wants nothing to do with me or my MC life.
Can I blame her?
Guess I’ll just have to change her mind.
When problems start piling up at the club, I can’t help wondering if she’s to blame. I’ve never had a woman twist me in knots like this one.
My life is simple and uncomplicated–I live for my club.
I have a feeling she’s going to complicate everything.
When I see the motorcycles pull in across the street, I suddenly realize why this rental house was so cheap and the leasing agent so eager to unload it.
But when you’re running for your life, a dead-end street with few neighbors sounds perfect.
One look at the badass biker next door is all it takes for me to know I want nothing to do with trouble like him.
He’s the worst kind of dangerous–a man built like a Chippendale dancer who radiates confidence and fearlessness. I’m sure there’s not a situation he couldn’t handle or a room he wouldn’t own just by walking through the door.
He’s the kind of man men fear and women want to tame—the kind of man my mother warned me about.
I’ve got secrets, and he wants to know every one of them.
I have a feeling he’s going to complicate everything.
Can a face from my past change my future?
When an invitation shows up out of the blue, I’m reminded of a promise I made to a girl twenty years ago and suddenly my heart is pounding.
Do I dare keep it?
She’s the one girl that ever meant a damn to me, and the one girl that got away. She walked out of my life once and it devastated me. Now life is giving me another shot, but if she walks out on me a second time I don’t think I’ll survive it.
Second chances don’t come around very often. Not for a one-percent biker like me. There are no do-overs in the MC life. Not when you’re staring down the barrel of a gun. Not when you’re deciding whether to pull the trigger.
But love? Maybe for once the luck of the Irish will shine down on me and give me a second chance with the one girl I let slip through my fingers.
Living with regret is a hard pill to swallow.
Living with the same regret twice? Impossible.
Sometimes facing your past can be the scariest thing you’ll ever do.