Fallen Souls MC

*He came back from combat scarred and bitter at the world. She moved into town with smiles and sunshine. Can her light outshine his darkness?*
Camden Carmichael. She’s too sweet, too young, and far too innocent for her own good. The woman trusts everyone and everything, which is going to get her into trouble one of these days.

As a former military sniper and the current enforcer for Fallen Souls MC, I’ve seen, experienced, and inflicted too much pain in the world to ever see the good in people again.
When the curvy goddess with ice-blonde hair finds herself caught in the crosshairs of our rival MC, I have no choice but to save her from herself. Once I have her in my arms, I find I have a hard time letting her go.
What is this ache in my chest? Why can’t I take a full breath without Camden by my side? A man like me doesn’t deserve her sweet smiles and kindness, but I crave it all the same.

He was the man sworn to protect her.
She was the only thing he wasn’t allowed to touch.
Now he’s breaking every rule to make her his.
Cassie : People call the small town of Jackson Ridge quiet. Safe.
They don’t know the shadows I grew up in.
I’ve spent years keeping my head down, staying out of trouble.
Then one night, trouble finds me—and so does the biker who’s been watching from the edge.
Massive. Tattooed. Ice-gray eyes and a voice like gravel.
He says he’s here to protect me.
I don’t even know his name.
But when he touches me, it doesn’t matter.
Because I’m already his.
And I think he’s been mine for a while.
Holt : I swore I’d protect her.
Repay the debt I owed her brother.
Move to this town. Keep my distance.
Watch from the shadows.
Never get involved.
But then she screamed.
And I broke every damn rule.
She’s sweet. Curvy. Untouched.
And I’ve been craving her since the second I saw her.
Now the whole town knows she’s mine.
And if anyone thinks they can take her?
They’ll meet Reaper, Road Captain of the Fallen Souls, and that’s the last mistake they’ll ever make.

Willow Cross has sworn off bad men, big risks, and the Fallen Souls MC who drink at Widow’s Peak Casino, where she waitresses with a bright smile and unbreakable resolve. She’s been burned before and refuses to fall for another man who lives fast, rides hard, and loves rough.

Then Gabe “Diesel” Turner walks in.

He’s not loud or flashy. Deadly calm, fiercely loyal, built like a tank. Diesel doesn’t chase women—he doesn’t have to. But the moment he sees Willow, something shifts. She’s the only light in his shadowed world, and no matter how hard he fights it, he wants her: in his bed, on his bike, in his life.

When Willow is marked as leverage when she overhears something she shouldn't, she becomes a target, and Diesel steps in. No one touches what’s his.

Now she’s under his protection, and guarded glances explode into raw, unstoppable heat.

She’s got a soft spot for strays, he has no plans to heel. Together they're in for a rough ride.
Moose : I don’t do cute.
Not kittens. Not women who talk to animals like they understand English, and definitely not the sunshine-and-rescue-mission type who just moved in next door to Rust Valley Garage.
But Hannah?
She’s got this fire—this stubborn, do-gooder heart that makes me want to shield her from the world… even if her damn cats keep sneaking into my shop and knocking things off my work bench.
Then the real trouble rolls in.
Some sick bastards running a dogfighting ring get their operation shut down, and guess where the dogs end up? At Hannah’s rescue. And when those men come looking to take them back, they don’t expect to meet the Fallen Souls. Or me.
They’re about to learn we protect what’s ours. And somewhere along the way, Hannah became mine.
Hannah : My dream was simple: save animals and stay out of trouble. But trouble finds me anyway.
Leave it to me to build the Snuggle Squad Rescue center right next to a biker gang's garage. Not to mention annoy the gruff, inked mechanic who acts like my cats insult his manhood.
When I take in a group of rescue dogs I don’t expect the criminals who hurt them to come knocking.
Now the only thing standing between me and danger is Moose and the Fallen Souls. The man may not exactly be house trained, but he shows up when it matters. He defends the voiceless. And when danger closes in, he’s the one standing between me and the people who want to destroy everything I’ve built.
The thing is, I don’t just need Moose’s protection.
I want him.
And maybe, behind all that muscle and attitude, he wanted me too.

Orion "Torch" : I’m a member of the Fallen Souls MC. My only focus is protecting my brothers and their families, until a curvy beauty witnesses something she shouldn’t have.
Now it’s my job to protect her while keeping her out of trouble since she’s decided to figure out what’s going on in the parking lot of the grocery store where she works.
If only I’ll be able to keep my hands off her.
Stevie : Everyone thinks I’m a shy, quiet girl who works at the grocery store and rides a scooter. Even giving me the nickname “Scooter Girl”.

What they don’t realize is that I want more from this small town—I want danger, excitement, even love.
After witnessing something shady taking place in the parking lot where I work and the handsome biker who has assigned himself as my personal bodyguard, I might have a chance at all three.

LOGAN “THIEF” ZANE : He fell in love for the first and only time when he was eighteen. He left her behind for what he thought was a good reason. The only choice that didn’t have him locked away in prison for the rest of his life.
Now, he’s a patched member of the Fallen Souls MC watching his brothers fall in love one by one.
He knows he’s in NO danger of falling for anyone, Arlys still owns his heart even though he hasn’t seen her in years.
His heart hasn’t given up.
When he sees her at the Club party, he’s more than shocked.
He’s poleaxed.
Has the only woman he’s ever loved fallen back into his life?
ARLYS HUNT : She fell in love with Logan Zane when she was sixteen. He was in her father’s military unit so it was perfect and hell at the same time.
Her dad wanted to control everything about her life, so she made a plan with Logan to run away together.
But Logan didn’t show up.
Years later she gave into her father’s pressure to get married, just to get away from him. Talk about going from the frying pan in the fryer! Now, she’s on her own, waiting to get her divorce decree, hoping she can be happy in this small town.
When her friend and neighbor takes her to a party to get her out and about, the last person she expected to run into was Logan.
He wants her and she wants him, but can they make it work after all of these years?
And it’s not just herself she has to worry about.
How is this all going to work?
Well, Logan has his own ideas and he’s not going to let her give up on anything because he’s Her Demanding Biker.

Loot : Running was never my choice, but it’s become my reality. Mistakes from my past leave scars that can’t be seen, only felt. The battle rages inside me—one that my loyal pup, Finick, understands better than anyone. She's seen the darkness clawing at me, the demons that push to the surface when I’m at my weakest. I’ve tried to keep it under control, but I know the day will come when I can’t fight it anymore. The day they come for me. The day Finick brings me my salvation—my saving Grace.

Grace : I wouldn’t call myself a hermit, but "antisocial" is an understatement. Growing up in my mom’s shadow, always in the spotlight, I learned to keep my distance from the chaos. A quiet life with my knitting and a good book was all I needed—until one fateful tug of yarn sent everything spiraling. Who knew that the unraveling of my peaceful world would lead me straight into the path of a man who’s as dangerous as he is irresistible?

When the older, mountain man, biker goes absolutely FERAL for the curvy girl who shows up on his doorstep. We’re talking pure insta-love. Total insta-lust.

He’s older. Grumpier. Filthy as hell. And completely obsessed.

All she wanted was a quiet getaway. What she got was a six-foot-five ex-military biker daddy growling mine before she even finished unpacking.

He cooks for her. Runs her baths. Washes her hair. Worships her curves. Then he wrecks her.