Beast

Lyssa I should have known I'd end up with a biker. Most of my friends sighed over men in suits. Not me. I always liked a bad boy in grease-stained jeans. Probably comes with being raised by a club President. My daddy didn't raise a fool, but my mother raised a dreamer. And if there's one thing I've dreamt about the last few years, it's Beast. He's big. All alpha. But more importantly, the first time I see him in person, the moment our lips touch, I know he's going to be mine. I might have been the princess of the Dixie Reapers, but I was meant to be his queen.

Beast A goddess walked into my clubhouse and turned my life upside down... in the best of ways. Just one problem. Well, two. The first is that my little pixie-sized honey isn't just any woman. Her daddy is the President of another club, and her grandfather is a world-renowned assassin. And secondly, trouble is on her heels. The punk who thinks he can take what's mine is easily dealt with, but going...