Category: The Skulls

Zero

The Skulls, 6

Zero’s foolish mistake could get them all killed.

Ten years ago, Zero tortured a man for killing his friend. Then Zero set the building on fire, to kill the man and torch the evidence. When he left the burning building, he thought the man was dead—but he wasn’t. Now, Zero’s enemy is back, and the game of cat and mouse is about to start.

Prue has loved Zero for a long time. He was her brother’s best friend, and he’s protected her through thick and thin. After she got shot by his enemy, he’s there to save her life. The ghost of his enemy lurks everywhere, hitting out when they least expect it.

No one can stop him, and no one can save them.

One by one, Zero’s friends fall, and he’s helpless to stop it. His enemy has all the control, and there’s nothing he can do. The only one he can trust is Prue. She’s been with him through everything, and now it’s time for them to take the man responsible for tearing their lives apart and put him in the ground.

How much can Zero sacrifice before it’s too late?

Be Warned: anal sex, bondage, violence

Excerpt:

“Hardy and Rose are known for showing off in front of everyone. They will do everything in front of an audience. His one rule is not to touch. Rose is his woman. If they touch, he’ll hurt them.”

She moaned, wriggling her ass against his cock.

He gripped her hips, hissing. “Be careful, baby. I’m holding on by a thread.”

“Are you wanting to fuck me, Zero?” she said, glancing over her shoulder up at him.

“You know I do.”

Prue turned around, sliding a finger down his chest until she cupped his cock. “I’m wet, Zero.”

Spinning her so her back was pressed to the wall, Zero gazed down into her eyes. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” he asked.

“I’m not drunk. I’m happy. I’m relaxed, and I can’t think of a single reason why we can’t fuck. It has been weeks, Zero, months.” She leaned in close, pressing kisses to his neck. He groaned as she bit down on the flesh of his neck. “It has been so long since I’ve felt a nice hard cock pounding inside me.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said.

He couldn’t get any more turned on. His cock was so fucking tight. Zero imagined the imprint of his zipper would be on his cock.

She grabbed his hand, bringing his fingers to her mouth. He watched her open her mouth and suck one then two fingers into her mouth, getting them nice and wet.

“What’s the matter, Zero? You never have a woman tell you what she wants?” she asked.

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Killer

The Skulls, 5

Kelsey is married, and Killer needs to get away from her before he does something he might regret. Losing himself in a drunken night is not the answer, especially when he can’t stop loving her just because she’s off-limits. He confronts Kels to get all the details.

Her world is crashing around her. Everywhere she turns, she feels trapped. Panicking, Kelsey takes matters into her own hands. She would have succeeded, but Killer saves her, acting quickly.

Never before in all of his life has Killer been scared, and he’s even taken lives with his very hands. But seeing Kelsey’s on the brink of death, he knows he has to do something to protect her from the man who calls himself her husband.

It’s a race against time for Killer to protect his woman, as her husband is not all he seems to be. He’s got enemies who are looking for any way to hurt him. Will The Skulls be there for Killer, or will he face his enemies alone in order to protect the woman he loves?

Be Warned: anal sex, spanking

Excerpt:

She watched him hold a towel out for her.

“Come on, baby. It’s time to rest.” She stood up stepping into the towel he held out to her.

As she followed him to the bedroom, he dried his hair with a towel before running it over his body.

His body was to die for. Hard muscle covered in ink. She’d always gotten aroused by the sight of him without a shirt, and now she knew what he looked like completely naked. He bent down over the cases, opening each one.

“Here, I imagine you’ll want to put this on to sleep in.”

Catching the sheer nightwear she turned her back to him to dry her body. By the time she’d put the lace on she wondered what the point was. Anyone with good eyesight would see everything she had on offer.

Killer already lay in bed, staring at her. “Remind me to thank Alex when I see him next.”

“Why?” she asked.

“That,” he said, pointing at her body, “is fucking perfect.” He lifted the covers giving her room to slide in.

“We’re sleeping together?”

“We’re married. Where else do you expect me to sleep?”

“Right.” She toyed with the rings on her wedding finger wondering how she was going to keep up the falseness.

Sliding under the covers, Killer banded an arm around her waist, drawing her close. She felt his cock rest against her ass.

“You’re not wearing any clothes,” she said.

“Of course not. I never wear anything to bed.” He snuggled in close, his large body making her feel small compared to him. “One day you’ll be wearing nothing at all.”

“Why would I do that?” she asked, feeling wide awake.

“Through the night, I get horny. When you’re naked I can slide into your body rather than take care of business with my hand. You’ll come in handy.” He kissed her neck, moaning.

Nipples hardening once again, she pressed her thighs together at the sudden heat swamping her core.

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you, baby?” he asked.

His lips were making her nerves stand on end.

“Yes,” she said.

His fingers caressed her stomach before sliding down to cup her pussy. “Fuck, you’re burning up.” He pushed her nightgown out of the way to slide a finger between her wet folds. “Fuck.” Killer kept cursing. “Why didn’t you tell me how desperate you were?”

“I thought I did when I offered to sleep with you,” she said, staring at the far wall.

The hard brand of his cock made it hard for her to focus on anything else but his touch. She felt on fire from it.

“We’re not going to fuck tonight, baby. I’ll take care of you,” he said.

His other hand cupped her breast as he worked her clit. She frowned. Killer was going to touch her bring her to another orgasm while she didn’t even get to touch him?

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The Skulls

Tiny

The Skulls, 4

Tiny is the leader of The Skulls and the main protector of Fort Wills, but that wasn’t always the case. He has a dark past, and it’s about to come and bite him in the ass.

Eva cannot stay with a man who’ll keep her in the dark. She’s the daughter of the man who runs the underground fighting circuit in Vegas, and there is iron in her that none of the Skulls suspects. Backing down from what she wants has never been in her nature, but Tiny is too far gone. There’s no hope of holding him.

When Tiny and his boys are attacked on a drug run, he has no choice but to head to the woman he loves. Tiny doesn’t know which of his men are alive or dead. He only knows his past has finally caught up with him. But how can he go back home without his daughter’s man?

Lives will be tested, and lives will be lost. Tiny will be pushed to the breaking point, and he’ll have to make a choice. Who can he save when all seems lost?

Be Warned: spanking, anal sex

Excerpt:

Eva stared at him feeling the intensity of his gaze. Not once had he asked her to stay, and yet she knew it was what he wanted. They were not good for each other. The last few years had confirmed that for her. This game they played was only hurting the both of them. One of them needed to make it stop, and she was going to be the one to do it by leaving. Vegas was her safety ground. Her father would guarantee it.

“Tiny, I’ve got to go.”

If she didn’t get out of Fort Wills now then she never would. Eva knew in her heart she would let Tiny walk all over her simply to be near him. Her love of Tate was nothing compared to the feelings this man evoked within her. At times she thought she’d drown on her love for him. No man, not even Gavin, had made her feel this way.

“No, you don’t.” He took a step closer, and now she had no choice but to back away. His presence alone made her feel like jelly. She took a step back, but Tiny kept on coming. Eva finally stopped with her back against the wall. His hands rested on either side of her head. Tiny was taller than she was, even in her heels. The top of her head reached his chest, and she had no choice but to look up at him. His dark brown eyes, so like Tate’s at times, stared down at her. Where Tate’s eyes were filled with innocence Tiny’s eyes were filled with pain and power. This man knew what he was doing at all times. He had a past, and it was colorful in a bad way.

“What are you doing?” She wasn’t afraid of Tiny. He’d done everything he could to protect her over the last few months. She’d been shot and hurt because of his club. No, Tiny wouldn’t hurt her, but his enemies would.

“Nothing you don’t want.” He leaned in close. His breath fanned across her face. She smelled the mints he kept inside his drawer.

Eva kept quiet waiting for his next move. His lips brushed across hers, and she jerked back. She stopped herself from slamming her head against the wall. The small touch was like a bolt of lightning through her body. Her cunt clenched as her nipples hardened becoming attuned to this man before her. He owned her responses. There was nothing else for her to do other than let go.

The door to the room was closed, so no one would interrupt them. No one would dare interrupt them if they saw her enter.

“Open for me,” he said.

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The Skulls

Nash

The Skulls 3

The Skulls, 3

The biggest mistake he’s ever made could get him killed.

The Skulls have a set of rules, and Nash has broken one of them. He’s using drugs. Since Sophia rejected him, Nash has been spiraling out of control. When he puts Eva’s life in danger it’s up to Nash’s brother Lash to save him from himself.

Sophia never realized the protection The Skulls provided her until she was attacked. Lash saved her but with an ultimatum. She helps save his brother, or he makes it known she’s not under Skull protection.

Sophia’s feelings for Nash have always been her weakness. As she keeps her word to his brother, trying to help Nash overcome his addiction, the two of them grow closer through his pain, and Sophia realizes she cannot run any longer.

However, The Skulls’ enemies are numerous, and Nash’s careless behavior has exposed the whole club to danger. Someone is plotting against the club in the hope to take control of the town, and they’re going to start with Nash. Can he stay strong as his life and that of his woman are endangered, or will he relapse into the drugs?

Be Warned: bondage, spanking, anal sex

Excerpt:

“Good.” His fingers caressed across her lips. She gasped from the electricity his touch created.

They were alone. No one was coming into the building, and Edward wasn’t chained to a wall.

Heat flooded her pussy as his thumb pressed between her lips. Staring into his eyes, she opened her mouth, accepting him inside. She heard him gasp, and then he was walking her backwards.

She hit the wall, and he crowded in front of her. He took her hands pressing them against the wall. She dropped her gaze to his lips.

“I want you, Sophia,” he said.

Biting her lip, she forced herself to look into his eyes. “I want you, too.”

His mouth was on her within seconds. There was nothing gentle about the possession of his lips. Edward plunged his tongue in deep as he held her hands above her head. Their fingers were locked together. His cock was brandished against her pussy, pressing the thickness of him into her.

Edward broke the kiss going to her neck and nibbling down to where her pulse had to be beating rapidly.

Her heart was racing and her pussy dripping wet. He always made her feel this way around him. It was like the man she’d known for a long time was finally back in her life. Pulling his hands away from hers, both palms lay on her chest, holding her steady. “If you don’t want this, you’ve got to tell me to stop,” he said.

“Why wouldn’t I want this?” she asked.

She’d denied herself once before, and she’d almost lost him. Sophia didn’t care what he said. The only reason he took the drugs in the first place was because she pushed him away.

There was no way she was going to make the same mistake again.

“Are you sure?”

Taking hold of his ears, she slammed her lips on his. “Do you doubt me now?”

He tore at the shirt she wore. She tried to help him tug the shirt over her head. They were moving fast. With her shirt on the floor, she started working on his clothing as he effortlessly got her naked.

This was going to be their first time naked together. She worked at his jeans until they were stood only in their underwear. The black boxers did nothing to obscure the view of his rock hard cock pressing against the front.

“I’m at a disadvantage,” he said, pushing the straps of her bra down her shoulders. His fingers slipped between the clasp at the front.

There really was no turning back now.

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The Skulls

Murphy

The Skulls, 2

The Skulls, 2

Tate Johnson is the daughter of the motorcycle club leader and has decided The Skulls has hurt her one too many times. Moving out of her home and cutting her ties from the only family she knows, she starts a life for herself, hoping to create new memories.

Murphy abandoned Tate for the sake of the club, but now he’s back, determined to win the love she once felt for him. But, Tate’s not letting go without a fight. She’s stubborn and refuses to listen to him.

The Club is in lockdown when two local cops are killed. An attack is ordered on Tate, but no one knows the identity of the person intent on taking down The Skulls and controlling the town of Fort Wills. No one is safe as the club is compromised. Lives are lost, people are hurt, and some will never be the same again. Everything comes down to Murphy, and he has to make a choice.

He can save his club … or his woman. Which will he choose?

Be Warned: anal sex, bondage, food as sex toys

Excerpt:

Swallowing past her nerves, she reached behind her loosening the zipper holding her dress together. If she gave herself to him then maybe she could finally move on and not spend her life dwelling on what might have been.

“Tate, what are you doing?” he asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She wiggled out of the dress until it fell at her feet. Stepping out of the dress, she kicked it aside. Removing her bra, she threw that on top of the dress, facing him completely naked. Next, she released her hair from the clip binding her hair. “I’m getting ready to be fucked.”

He didn’t move or say anything. Smiling, she stepped closer. His jacket was on the floor, revealing his tattooed arms. She’d sat with him through each tattoo. Running her hands up his arms, she caressed over each design. They were intricate, beautiful, and they brought back memories of watching his body be marked.

“Tate.” He said her name as if he was going to tell her stop.

Gripping the top if his shirt, she tore it from his body, cutting through his warning. She wasn’t going to stop. Tonight she was going to have her one night with him.

“Where’s Kelsey and Eva?” she asked.

“Tiny and Killer are taking care of them.”

“Will Killer hurt her?”

“No.”

“Good,” she said, grabbing his buckle. “We’re doing this tonight. Tell me you don’t want to, and I’ll stop. We’ll stop, and nothing else happens.”

Opening the buckle she pushed his jeans down his thighs revealing his thick cock to her touch.

She touched him, wrapping her fingers around his length and started to work him over. “Tell me to stop, Murphy. Turn around, walk out the door, and it’ll be over. No more fighting, no problems.”

Pick the club and walk away from me.

Tate didn’t say the other words, but she thought them. Staring into his dark gaze she waited for him to still her movements. Holding her breath, she stared at him waiting.

Time seemed to stand still while she waited for him to speak.

He reached up, cupping her cheek with one hand as the other covered hers over his cock. “Harder,” he said.

Tightening her grip around his shaft, she worked him over as he pushed the jeans from his body.

“No past between us tonight.”

“Fine.”

Glancing down his body, she gasped as she caught sight of the slightly red skin around his abdomen. Her name was printed into his skin, and from the looks of it, he’d done it recently.

Not tonight. Don’t question it tonight.

Sex.

She pushed her curiosity away and looked up at him. Her experience with men was a big fat zero. A dildo did as she asked without any argument. Murphy wasn’t cold rubber. He was all male.

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The Skulls

Lash

the Skulls 1

Blurb

The Skulls, 1

No one messes with The Skulls and gets away with it!

The last thing Angel Marston ever wanted was be at the mercy of The Skulls. They’re the local bikers and the club that helps keep the town safe, but they have their own kind of rules. They party hard and do whatever the hell they want. But her father’s debts to the club mean Angel has no choice.

Lash loves his club, but he wants a woman who hasn’t slept with all the crew. Angel is just what he’s looking for. She’s sweet, young … and a virgin. He wants her more than anything and has already staked his claim on her.

When Lash touches her, Angel can’t help but melt. He sets fires inside her body with his wandering hands and sinful lips. She can’t say no, and she wants him desperately.

But when all seems to be going so well for Angel and Lash, their pasts catch up to them. The Skulls have enemies who want the town and their women. Lash must decide who to put first, the club or his woman. Is Angel strong enough to stand by his side when the going gets tough? And what will happen when tragedy and pain both hit at once?

Be Warned: anal sex, spanking

Excerpt:

She nibbled on her lip, and Lash remembered her lips wrapped around a straw. He couldn’t stop it. Holding onto the back of her head, Lash smashed his lips against hers. Her hands moved to his chest, and Lash watched as she closed her eyes. When she did, he closed his own and allowed himself the pleasure of the kiss.

Angel moaned. He tilted her head back, nibbled on her lip and waited for her to open up to him. Her lips opened, and Lash took full advantage of it. Stroking his tongue into her mouth, Lash made love to her mouth. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the movements he wanted to do between her thighs.

Her hands moved to his chest, gripping the fabric of his vest. Lash moved his hand down from her head to her back. He pushed her back to the bed until she was under him.

With careful movements, Lash settled between her thighs, and the denim skirt she wore rode up high around her waist. He stroked a hand up her thigh, feeling her silken skin against his palm.

Lash didn’t press his cock against her centre. The only thing keeping him away from her was her panties and the denim of his jeans.

Making love to her mouth, Lash caressed her body as best as he could in the position. Her hands moved from his chest around to his back. Her nails sank into his shirt. If he’d been naked Lash would have her mark his back.

His cock was thick, and his need for her intensified.

“Kiss me back,” he said, breaking the kiss long enough to speak.

Before she got chance to talk or push him away, Lash claimed her lips once again.

He fucked her mouth with his tongue and pressed his palm between them. Touching her pussy he felt her heat against him. Moaning, Lash kept her mouth occupied at the same time he pushed the fabric of her panties out of his way. He needed to touch her.

Slipping a finger through her folds, Lash touched her clit. She jumped under his touch. He kept her in place, sinking his fingers into her hair, holding her there.

Lash stroked her clit feeling her cream soak his fingers. She was so close, and Lash knew she’d never been touched like this before.

He fingered her clit, kissing her mouth and hoping he wasn’t fucking up what was happening.

She cried out and seconds later shuddered under his touch. It was the most erotic experience of his life. Lash eased the touch of his fingers and then slowly withdrew from her heat.

Staring down into her face, Lash waited for her to open her eyes.

Angel looked at him, her face flushed from her orgasm. It hadn’t taken long at all. He’d known it wouldn’t.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. Without thinking he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the cream from them.

She looked away from him, biting onto her lip.

“What did I just do?” she asked.

Her words were so faint that he only just heard them. “I suggest you get used to my touch, baby. I’m not going anywhere, and you’re going to get used to my touch.”

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