O Come, All Ye Sinners

Limited edition Christmas anthology!

On the 3rd day of Christmas, Amo Jones gave to me…

One hellraising reckoning,

Two loved ones dying

And a broken girl hanging from a tree…

On the 4th day of Christmas, Anne Malcom gave to me...

One prison riot

Two bullets flying

Three mangled corpses

And a psychopath running free...

On the 5th day of Christmas, MariaLisa DeMora gave to me…

One plea for mercy

Two bodies writhing

Three clues to find her

Four reasons to love him

And a man determined to get his life back...

On the 6th day of Christmas, Chantal Fernando gave to me…

One broken heart

Two best friends

Three familiar faces

Four sexy bikers

Five life regrets

Six nights at a bar

And a second chance romance that’s been long coming

On the 7th day of Christmas, Giana Darling gave to me

One blind eye

Two bloody fists

Three kidnapped whores

Four attempts at murder

Five fights a wrecking

Six nights a fucking

And a bloody biker and teenage runaway finding home.

Hellraiser's Reckoning by Amo Jones

Christmas is here, but at The Devils Own headquarters, there’s always something to fear…

Hella has gone MIA, and Melissa just does not care…

Jingle bells are ringing, silent nights are screaming, nothing is as it seems, when the devil comes home singing…

Thunderstruck by MariaLisa deMora

Wildman learned a long time ago it wasn’t healthy for a man to trust. Trust led to a false confidence, and that could get a body killed. Only the mercy he’d earned would determine if that ending came quick, or slow. Brothers and the brotherhood of the club were his only allies.

Out of Sight by Giana Darling

I’d been running for so long, I didn’t have anyone to leave behind.

I liked it that way. No strings, no responsibilities, no one to even remember my name when I was gone.

The world was my oyster and I was sucking it down.

Until a dark night behind a bar when a stranger saves my life and pays a price that should have been mine to give.

Hollow Heart by Anne Malcom

Don't judge a book by its cover, that's how the saying goes, right?

It's meant to stop people from judging others based on appearances, first impressions. Because people are often a lot more-or usually, lot less-than they appear.

That is not the case with me.

What you see is what you get.

What you see a club whore for the Sons of Templar MC.

Big tits, blonde hair, pretty face. Not much else.

I serve a purpose.

I might not be doing the Lord's work.

In fact, I'm probably doing the Devil's.

But I'm okay with that.

The Devil claimed me a long time ago, when he hollowed out my insides and burned everything than made me more than I appeared.

What I was before, who I was before, it's nothing more than ashes.

I made a life from the ruins. It's ugly and empty.

But it's mine.

Until Christmas Eve.

Then my ugly life is no longer empty. And my hollow heart no longer belongs to me.

Borrowed time by Chantal Fernando

All April wanted for Christmas was Zachary Benton.