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The Skulls, 17

Ink knows Darcy has a “little girl” crush on him, and he finds it sweet and cute. However, when Darcy becomes sick, it brings back memories of a past he doesn’t want to remember. Put in an impossible position, he hands in his leather cut and leaves Fort Wills, never intending to look back.

For three years, Darcy has been filled with guilt. She knows she’s the one responsible for losing Ink. She never meant to force him away, but she did. So when Ink returns, she wants to put everything right.

Ink now has a fresh purpose in life. With the aid of her parents, Ink is going to help Darcy move forward, to live her life, to be independent. Ink wants to be her friend. 

But jealousy isn’t something he expected to feel with Darcy. She’s younger than he is, and he shouldn’t fall for her, and yet, he can’t live without her. 

For Darcy, having Ink to herself is a dream come true, but how long can it last? He left once. Will he leave her again? There’s no way she’d be able to live with that kind of heartache—should she even take that chance?

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He saw Darcy clearly.

The guy she was with wasn’t someone he recognized. Whatever he’d said to Darcy had made her laugh though. Her head was thrown back, and she looked so incredibly happy. He stopped, watching her. She looked happy. She’d pinned her short locks up, and she wore a pair of jeans and a large shirt.

This Ward was making her laugh, and giving her happiness, and it bothered him. He’d never been like this with anyone else, so seeing her like this, happy, it was hard for him to go and interrupt.

You’re also jealous.

He remembered how she’d try to make him laugh or talk to him. When she had a crush on him, she’d always tried to make him happy.

This Ward, he didn’t know who the guy was, but he wasn’t going to let Darcy get hurt.

He stepped around the building and walked with purpose toward them. Darcy saw him first, and the smile on her lips vanished. Now that hurt. He’d done nothing to hurt her in all the time he’d known her.

“Ink,” she said.

“Darcy, if I knew you needed to have lunch brought to you, I’d have dealt with it.” He was being a grade-A dick, but once he started, he couldn’t seem to stop.

“Is this a friend of yours?” Ward the prick asked.

“Yes. He’s friends with my mom and dad.”

He clenched his teeth together, hating that she’d made that distinction between them. She’d never once referred to him as her parents’ friend.

“Lunch is pretty much finished, and I think I should start heading back. It has been a pleasure, Darcy. We must do this again sometime.”

“You have my number.”

Now Ink wanted to destroy the bastard’s phone. Was he the only one that cared about her safety? Right now, it fucking felt like it, and it was pissing him off.

The picnic table was wrapped up, and he reached for Darcy.

“She’ll call you when she wants to see you again.”

Ward didn’t take a hint and leaned in, kissing her cheek.

Ink wanted to hurt that pretty face. To mark it up so the fucker knew never to touch her again.

Finally, Ward left, and he and Darcy were alone.

“What the hell?” Darcy asked. “What was that?”

“What do you even know about that guy?”

“How did you know I was even here on a date?” she asked. She stared at him and laughed. “Wow, Tabitha. She was the one who encouraged me to go on this date, and yet she’s telling you all about it.”

“She should tell me, especially when you put your life in danger.”

“Danger? There was no danger. I didn’t go back to his place, nor did I go somewhere in his car. I had a picnic lunch with him close to where I work, surrounded by people. I’m not stupid, Ink. I know what I’m doing!” She yelled at him.

“You’re so determined to date. That guy could be a serial killer. You ever thought of that?”

She gasped. “So you’re saying the only kind of guy I could possibly get is the kind that goes around killing people. There is nothing wrong with wanting to date. It’s a perfectly logical thing to want to do. I don’t want to be alone and miserable for the rest of my life.”

“Guys are not just going to want to date, Darcy. They’re going to want a whole lot of other things.”

“I know, and I want them too.”

“You want sex.”

“Yes!” She yelled, getting into his face. “I want to experience everything. Do you want me to spell it out for you, Ink? I want everything. I want sex. I want to be desired, needed, craved, loved. You name it, I want it all, and it has to start with dating. With finding a guy who is not afraid of the club or my family.” She shoved him hard. “Now leave me alone.”

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The Skulls, 16

Butch was sent to Vegas as a punishment many years ago. For the sins of his past, he must repay in kind. By being close to Ned Walker, he’s found a life for himself and his wife, Cheryl. 

However, with the impending birth of their first child, tensions rise. After several failed pregnancies, the fear is there with every day that passes. 

For Cheryl, she sees not only that fear for their child, but also the demons that haunt Butch. He’s constantly filled with regret for what he’s done, but she doesn’t know if he wishes to go back to Fort Wills or if he’s ready to stay in Vegas.

He was the child of a Prez. Leading is in his blood. Can he go back to being a club brother, or is it time for him to forge his own path? 

Butch must continue to go forward, and to do that, he wants to take The Skulls in a new direction. He wants to help Lash expand them.

Does Butch have what it takes to be Prez? Or will he be stripped of his cut, and finally pushed out for good?

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They could only handle so much grief before it completely tore them apart.

“Last time I checked, you had a wife,” Ned said.

Butch didn’t stop punching the bag in front of him.

After a few seconds, Ned grabbed the bag, holding it firmly. Again, he didn’t have a clue what the guy’s age was, but he held that bag as if it didn’t have any weight in it.

As Butch hit it several times, Ned tutted.

“So, this is what you do all day and you wonder why your marriage is in trouble.”

“You’ve never been married, so you don’t get to tell me how to deal with my problems.”

Ned held his hands up. “Clearly, what you’re doing right now is working.”

“What do you want from me, old man? Seriously.”

“I think the biggest question here, Butch, is what do you want?”

Silence fell between them.

Ned chuckled.

“You see, in this world there are two kinds of people. There are those people that do everything, and then there are those that sit around blaming everyone else for how shit their life is.”

Butch rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this.”

“You have all the time in the world. You spend a lot of time here already, nothing wrong with taking a few more minutes to listen to some advice.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? My dad?”

“Nah, if I was your dad I’d have put you over my knee when you were a snot-nosed kid.” Ned pointed a finger in his face. “You have everything at your fingertips. Your entire life ahead of you and you’re wasting it for what? Why the fuck are you here?”

“Because I fucked up! Is that what you want me to say? To be honest with you. I fucked up, which is why I landed myself here with you.” He glared at Ned. “I had to take my punishment, and not only that, I dragged Cheryl down with me.”

“Down? Where the fuck are you down? I don’t see anything down about your situation. You’ve got a wife that thinks the world of you. A baby on the way. Life’s been tough, but here’s a newsflash, no one owes you shit. You want what you want, and you take it. Simple as that.”

Butch shook his head and started to walk away.

“Here’s a question for you, Butch, you think you could go back?”

This made him pause.

“What?”

“To Fort Wills. You think you could sit at the table in your fancy church meeting, listening to Lash?”

“What the hell does this have to do with anything?” Butch asked.

Ned stared at him. “You’ve been on your own for a long time now, Butch. Longer than a lot of men are away from their clubs unless they’re part of the Nomad chapter. You’re your own boss. You make the rules here. What makes you think you could go back to taking orders? You look around you and you see this as a punishment? This is fucking freedom right here. The only problem right now is you’ve not got the balls to take what you want.”

With that, Butch walked right up to him and, old man or not, landed a blow to the bastard’s face. Ned didn’t go down.

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

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The Skulls, 15

He’ll do anything—kill anyone—to protect her.

Steven was used to women falling at his feet. But where once he would have relished to see a woman there, any woman, nearly losing Sally in an attack on the club woke him up. Now he can’t imagine life without her. The biggest problem is she’s Whizz’s adopted daughter—but there’s also an age gap between them. Everyone sees her as part of The Skulls’ “kids”, even though she’s in college, and old enough to make her own decisions.

When Sally’s best friend, Drew, makes his intentions known, she knows there’s no competition. She’s always loved Steven, starting from her girlish crush at fifteen, now to full-blown love as a woman.

Neither Sally nor Steven can deny their attraction. It’s there, always close to the surface, and Steven can’t take not having her. But can Drew prove that he’s the one for Sally? Can she bring herself to break Drew’s heart? And what will Sally do when she realizes her past is coming back to haunt her, and that it was Steven who opened the door?

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Steven sat back and tried to think over the past couple of years. Sally rarely stayed at the club, not since she got shot in the leg.

“You know it’s safe now.”

“Don’t, Steven.”

“You’re not going to the club because you don’t feel safe.”

“I visit the club all the time, Steven. It’s not that, okay? I just … I like having some quiet time. I used to have it all the time, but something changed.”

“You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he said.

She chuckled. “I know.” She took her hot chocolate from him and snuggled up close.

Steven wrapped his arm around her, stroking a thumb down her arm.

Drinking his own hot chocolate, he stared at the screen becoming aware of Sally pressed against him. The shirt she wore didn’t hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The movie got steamy just like it had to when he was having difficulty right about now. Sally wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a woman, and they’d always had this thing between them. He’d kissed her, for God’s sake, and it had been the only touch he’d had from a woman in years.

Yes, he’d been celibate for a long time now, and it was fucking killing him.

Her hand landed on his leg, and he glanced down at it, wondering if she’d done it on purpose.

Stroking her arm, he stared at the screen.

“Does it always feel like they make it look?” she asked.

He glanced down at her. Her eyes were dilated, and her lips were slick from her licking them. He’d never thought brown eyes were all that attractive until he looked at hers. They were so clear, so beautiful, and she belonged to him. He knew it deep in his soul that she was his, and no one was ever going to take her away from him. Moving his hand up to her neck, he stroked across the pulse, which was pounding.

“It depends on the person you’re with. There are some really shit lovers out there.”

“Shit lovers? You sound like Adam.”

“The brother is rubbing off on me. I can’t help it.”

She sighed. “I like what you’re doing.”

His cock was pressing against the front of his jeans. He turned, cupping her cheek and tilting her head back.

Running a thumb across her bottom lip, he watched as she opened her mouth, and then he couldn’t resist. Closing the small distance, he pressed his lips against hers. 

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The Skulls, 13

Seven years ago, Gash was sent to prison on false rape and murder charges. He put the club first, but now it’s time for him to get his revenge. There’s one woman from his past who may have all the answers: Charlotte. But is she also to blame for his imprisonment?

From the first moment Charlotte saw Gash, she fell in love with him. He was a hardened biker, but she saw something inside him that touched her heart. Now time has damaged both of them, and neither is the same. As they dig deeper into the past, Gash realizes Charlotte is not guilty and was hurt, too, by his enemies. Revenge matters even more now, for her sake, and now that Charlotte is in his life, he’s not going to let her go.

When their enemy’s identity is revealed, will Gash risk Charlotte’s life, or will he let Master go to protect the woman he loves?

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Charlotte was so warm, and it felt so good to be warm. She opened her eyes, and frowned as she blinked sleep from her eyes. It had been over seven years since she had a good night’s sleep free of nightmares. She became aware of a rock hard body at her back with a thigh between hers.

That was something she’d never woken up to. Gash had been completely out of it the night they had slept together, and there hadn’t been any kind of snuggling like this.

Glancing behind her back, she saw that Gash was wrapped around her. His large body held her in place, not letting her move.

“Stop moving,” he said.

“You’re awake.”

“It’s hard to sleep, babe, with you moving around all crazy. Just go back to sleep.”

“You’re holding me!” She yelled the words, shocked that he was holding her. It had been the best night’s sleep of her life, and now she knew why. Gash had been wrapped around her, and she couldn’t think of any other excuse as to why she slept so well.

“I’ve not slept like that in years, and it feels so damn good.”

She tried to wriggle again and came into contact with his dick. He was rock hard. Charlotte didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Moving on my dick is not exactly going to help the situation, babe. You’re turning me on, and I love a nice warm pussy in the morning.”

“I’m not yours.”

“You possess a nice pussy though. I bet if you let loose one time, you’d be soaking wet and begging for my cock.”

“Shut up.”

“Nah, I don’t want to shut up.” The hand on her stomach moved down, and before she could stop him, he cupped her pussy between her thighs. “That’s it, baby. Don’t fight what you want, and give yourself a chance to have what you want.”

“I don’t want you.”

“You don’t? How long has it been since a man has touched this body, Charlotte?” His hand slid beneath her night shirt and touched her intimately.

Charlotte couldn’t fight the arousal that rushed around her body.

“I feel how wet you are, babe. You’re soaking wet, and I’m not even touching the lips of your pussy. Open up for me, and I’ll show you what a good time is really all about.” As he was talking, he’d already slid his hand inside her panties and started fingering her pussy. “Ah, there she is. You’re so wet, Charlotte. You’re coating my fingers.” He kept teasing her pussy, and Charlotte, she couldn’t fight anymore. It had been over seven years since she was with a man, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Spreading her thighs, she moaned, and he pressed two fingers inside her as his thumb stroked over her clit. “That’s it, Charlotte, let go, and give me those cries.”

Moaning, she closed her eyes, and thrust her pelvis up against him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot. How did I not know this? I’d have taken you out for a test drive.”

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