Satan's Devils MC San Diego Series by Manda Mellett

Lost. All my life, it seems, I’ve made mistakes. Once, I lost everything. Failure seems to follow me around. I didn’t spot what a snake Snake was—he had planned a mutiny right under my nose. Yeah, he did well when he appointed me as his VP. I followed him blindly, never suspecting a thing. Now Snake is dead and I’m the prez. I still spend my days doubting myself, but I’ve got the whole MC depending on me. If I get it wrong, it won’t just be me who goes down... moreLost. All my life, it seems, I’ve made mistakes. Once, I lost everything. Failure seems to follow me around. I didn’t spot what a snake Snake was—he had planned a mutiny right under my nose. Yeah, he did well when he appointed me as his VP. I followed him blindly, never suspecting a thing. Now Snake is dead and I’m the prez. I still spend my days doubting myself, but I’ve got the whole MC depending on me. If I get it wrong, it won’t just be me who goes down. Then I meet her, a woman who needs me to keep her safe. I should warn her to stay far away, tell her I’m not a man she should lean on. I’m not a person to trust when I don’t have faith in myself. Patsy. Choices, always choices. I thought I did right when I left everything behind to make a new life, choosing which of my two adult children now needed me the most. We should have been safe in our new life—nobody knew who we were. But we’ve been found. Luckily, before danger strikes, the Satan’s Devils ride up to our door. I’m no spring chicken. I’m not looking for a man in my life. But I need protection, I need help. It’s time to make a stand and not run anymore. There’s only one man I can depend on to keep us safe. The trouble is, he’s Lost. less

Niran. Unable to make it himself, Grumbler had made a simple request that I accompany his old lady to her prenatal appointment. If I hadn’t, I would never have come across her, a woman broken in only ways a woman could break. Someone who desperately needed a friend in her corner. Why did that have to be me? Believe me, I’d asked that of myself, but I couldn’t just walk away. I had to use a truck when I visited her, which meant I wasn’t wearing a cut. She didn’t know I was a biker... moreNiran. Unable to make it himself, Grumbler had made a simple request that I accompany his old lady to her prenatal appointment. If I hadn’t, I would never have come across her, a woman broken in only ways a woman could break. Someone who desperately needed a friend in her corner. Why did that have to be me? Believe me, I’d asked that of myself, but I couldn’t just walk away. I had to use a truck when I visited her, which meant I wasn’t wearing a cut. She didn’t know I was a biker. Perhaps it would have been better had she never found out. Saffie. I’m a woman on the run from my past, a past so horrific I’m surprised I survived. I thought I’d known the worst that life could throw at me, but I was sadly very wrong. When Niran came across me, I was breaking apart, and nothing could put me back together. Nothing, perhaps, then this man who seemed determined to try. Until I found out he represented all my nightmares rolled into one. The past, which I thought I’d left behind, is closing in on me. And to fight it, I need Niran by my side. Note: This book is ends on a cliffhanger, Part 2 can be pre-ordered now. It's also dark and is not for the faint-hearted or those easily triggered. less

Grumbler. I’ve given this club more years of my life than I care to remember, most recently giving them my all as sergeant-at-arms. My life is settled and just the way I like it. I’m too old to change now. I’ve never had a woman to call my own, nor fathered kids, and never felt I missed out. My brothers sometimes joke my motorcycle is my old lady, and I can’t argue. So when a photographer wants to feature my baby I can’t resist showing her off... moreGrumbler. I’ve given this club more years of my life than I care to remember, most recently giving them my all as sergeant-at-arms. My life is settled and just the way I like it. I’m too old to change now. I’ve never had a woman to call my own, nor fathered kids, and never felt I missed out. My brothers sometimes joke my motorcycle is my old lady, and I can’t argue. So when a photographer wants to feature my baby I can’t resist showing her off. It should have been simple, instead it brought complications that I never dreamed off. Mary. I’m a frazzled single mom of a seventeen-year-old girl whose life seems to revolve around challenging me. She’s not quite adult, but doesn’t see herself as a child, constantly pushing at boundaries. I spend my time trying to keep one step ahead of her, but if I give an inch, she takes a mile. Her latest endeavour? To model for a perfect stranger. Oh, the battles when I said she wasn’t going without me as chaperone. I was right, something was off about the situation, but what it was took a while to emerge. I can’t imagine how I’d have coped if it hadn’t been for the gruff biker called Grumbler. Note: This book is dark in places and may contain triggers. less

Niran. Saffie’s past was darker than I’d ever expected, and now I’m embroiled in the thick of it. I’m fully prepared to forfeit my life if it means I save hers, but I have no idea how I’m going to achieve that objective. I do all that I can, lying to convince them I’m one of their kind despite having the wrong skin colour. Trouble is, it’s Saffie who believes my lies, and I convince her I’m on their side. In front of me, they hurt her, I’m powerless to stop them... moreNiran. Saffie’s past was darker than I’d ever expected, and now I’m embroiled in the thick of it. I’m fully prepared to forfeit my life if it means I save hers, but I have no idea how I’m going to achieve that objective. I do all that I can, lying to convince them I’m one of their kind despite having the wrong skin colour. Trouble is, it’s Saffie who believes my lies, and I convince her I’m on their side. In front of me, they hurt her, I’m powerless to stop them. And now it’s me that’s going to die. I vow, if I have to, I’ll return from the dead with the Devil by my side if that’s what it takes to avenge her. Saffie. Caught back in the trap I thought I’d escaped from, I don’t see how there’s any hope for me now, especially when the one man I trusted turns out to be a liar. Now he's betrayed me, I hate Niran with everything that I am. I should have realised members of MCs share a bond, pacts make between clubs trumping all other loyalties. I need someone to be on my side, or else I’m going to die. Bikers are scum. No one should never trust them. Note: This is the second part of the story. It's dark and not for the faint-hearted or someone easily triggered. less