Riding With Wolves Series by Faith Winslow

Rachel Beneath those gorgeous, rippling muscles lies a monster…a player, a bad boy – a murderer. Sam Hammond has some nerve showing up to my baby brother’s funeral looking the way he does. He’s so disrespectful – all leather, shredded denim, long hair, and obvious tattoos. It’s like the bastard doesn’t even realize he’s the reason Terry is dead – or doesn’t care. I know they say it’s Terry’s own fault, but I know better. Terry was just a sweet boy who fell in with a rough crowd... moreRachel Beneath those gorgeous, rippling muscles lies a monster…a player, a bad boy – a murderer. Sam Hammond has some nerve showing up to my baby brother’s funeral looking the way he does. He’s so disrespectful – all leather, shredded denim, long hair, and obvious tattoos. It’s like the bastard doesn’t even realize he’s the reason Terry is dead – or doesn’t care. I know they say it’s Terry’s own fault, but I know better. Terry was just a sweet boy who fell in with a rough crowd. He made some mistakes, sure, but he never could have murdered a man in cold blood. Now, don’t be fooled by Sam’s hunky, bad boy exterior: he might look hot as hell, but I promise the man is cold as ice. See, Sam is the leader of the Wolves, a wild, rough biker gang my brother had no business being part of. And he’s responsible for a lot of the violence in this town. Somehow, I know, Terry’s death is Sam’s fault. I just have to prove it. Sam Rachel might be beautiful, but she’s untouchable – mostly because she hates my guts. God help me, but Rachel is completely unbearable. The suburban princess clearly looks down on me and mine, including her own brother, and always has. She was never able to accept Terry for who he was – never wanted to step foot in our world. And if I have anything to say about it, she never will. There’s no place here for a nine-to-fiver who wears little flowered dresses in our bars – no matter how sexy she looks in them. Especially if she doesn’t look twice at me. She has no understanding of loyalty, of brotherhood, of all the things that make us Wolves a family. Because she’s so narrow-minded, she will never find out the truth of her brother’s death. But I will. That is, if I can keep the gorgeous, stuck up woman off my back. less

J.T. “Carl Struthers”—when I heard the name, my heart fluttered and my jaw dropped. Once upon a time, I knew a young man by that name. He was simple, sweet, and sexy, and we briefly shared something very special. But, that was a long time ago, and a lot has happened since then… And, now, for the first time in 12 years, Carl Struthers’ name has come up again—as the primary suspect in the murder investigation I’ve been assigned to... moreJ.T. “Carl Struthers”—when I heard the name, my heart fluttered and my jaw dropped. Once upon a time, I knew a young man by that name. He was simple, sweet, and sexy, and we briefly shared something very special. But, that was a long time ago, and a lot has happened since then… And, now, for the first time in 12 years, Carl Struthers’ name has come up again—as the primary suspect in the murder investigation I’ve been assigned to. Could the simple, sweet, sexy man I used to know really be a “bad guy” now? Sure, he broke my heart and did a few other questionable things—but, is he capable of murder? Gator I’m a biker and an outlaw who’s been around the block a few times. So, I guess you could say I got a lot of skeletons in my closet… And, now, I got a dead body there too, and a ghost from my past investigating it. Detective J.T. Knowles and I used to be an “item” back in the day, but we haven’t seen each other in over a decade. But, now that a dead junkie turned up on her watch, and I’ve been linked to the crime, she’s back in my life, and, if I play my cards right, I might be back in the game… Now, ain’t that a happy coincidence? less

Butcher My plate is pretty full. I’m a biker and a musician. I’ve got a 9 to 5 job, lots of friends and associates, and a busy “home life.” The last thing I need is any more complications—or any unnecessary attention. But, unfortunately, that’s just what I got… Up until now, I’ve managed to keep my identity and personal life a secret, but some snarky reporter recently caught wind of my music and started writing about it... moreButcher My plate is pretty full. I’m a biker and a musician. I’ve got a 9 to 5 job, lots of friends and associates, and a busy “home life.” The last thing I need is any more complications—or any unnecessary attention. But, unfortunately, that’s just what I got… Up until now, I’ve managed to keep my identity and personal life a secret, but some snarky reporter recently caught wind of my music and started writing about it. And, now, I’ve got fans and groupies coming at me from all angles, including one who just might get more than she’s after… Lexi I swear, I’m not a “groupie” or anything, but I’m totally fascinated with a local musician named John “the Butcher” Crane. He plays the guitar like a god, and is one sexy devil when he does it. But, of course, he isn’t perfect. He’s totally unapproachable and keeps to himself—and, I, for one, am not okay with that. I’m determined to meet him and find out about the man behind the music, and I’m not gonna stop at anything until I do… less

Nico I was looking for a black-haired, tattooed bombshell—and, when I walked into Pinky’s Bar, I found one. Hannah Hammond was right where I thought she’d be, right when I thought she’d be there, which was pretty convenient. But, hell, it didn’t make my “assignment” any easier. Someone had paid me to find Hannah and bring her back from L.A... moreNico I was looking for a black-haired, tattooed bombshell—and, when I walked into Pinky’s Bar, I found one. Hannah Hammond was right where I thought she’d be, right when I thought she’d be there, which was pretty convenient. But, hell, it didn’t make my “assignment” any easier. Someone had paid me to find Hannah and bring her back from L.A. to Nevada, and, given what I knew about her, I knew that getting her to come with me would be incredibly hard… But, I had no idea just how hard it would be, or just how deeply this assignment—and this woman—would affect me. Hannah Of all the bars in L.A., he had to walk into mine… No joke. I stopped in for in a drink on my way home from an appointment, and, lo and behold, a tall, dark, handsome stranger walked in—looking for me. And, the reason he was looking for me was the shock of a lifetime—and, so was everything else that happened from the moment I met him. Nico Simms might be a “professional,” and he might think he knows my story, but he’s got another thing coming to him if he thinks he’s gonna be the one behind the wheel on this ride. less