Ruthless MC Series by Theodora Taylor

Since aging out of the foster care system and becoming a nurse, all I dreamed of was marrying a nice doctor and moving to a two-story house in the suburbs. So how did a dangerous biker gang criminal end up handcuffed to my bed? And why did I agree to let that animal teach me how to. .. ahem. .. do things. Wicked things. In the very same bed he's been handcuffed to in order to keep me safe? Long story. And it didn't end well... moreSince aging out of the foster care system and becoming a nurse, all I dreamed of was marrying a nice doctor and moving to a two-story house in the suburbs. So how did a dangerous biker gang criminal end up handcuffed to my bed? And why did I agree to let that animal teach me how to. .. ahem. .. do things. Wicked things. In the very same bed he's been handcuffed to in order to keep me safe? Long story. And it didn't end well. Now it's time to marry my doctor fiancé and make all my former foster kid dreams come true. But who do I spot at the back of the church after I walk down the aisle to join with my perfect groom in marriage? That dangerous MC. His ice-cold eyes are blazing with rage. And this time he's totally unchained. Gulp. It's not such a nice day for a white wedding after all. I'm not even one-percent sure I'm going to get out of this one with my heart--or my soul--intact. less

Now it’s time to marry my doctor fiancé and make all my former foster kid dreams come true. But who do I spot at the back of the church after I walk down the aisle to join with my perfect groom in marriage? That dangerous MC. His ice-cold eyes are blazing with rage. And this time he’s totally unchained. Gulp. It’s not such a nice day for a white wedding after all. I’m not even one-percent sure I’m going to get out of this one with my heart--or my soul--intact... moreNow it’s time to marry my doctor fiancé and make all my former foster kid dreams come true. But who do I spot at the back of the church after I walk down the aisle to join with my perfect groom in marriage? That dangerous MC. His ice-cold eyes are blazing with rage. And this time he’s totally unchained. Gulp. It’s not such a nice day for a white wedding after all. I’m not even one-percent sure I’m going to get out of this one with my heart--or my soul--intact. Reader Note: This is book 2 of the Waylon Duet,. less

RED: Five years ago, I was as boring as boring could be. Seriously, my name was Bernice. But then came that one month when I pretended to be somebody else entirely while working at a roadhouse biker bar…. Big Mistake. Huge. Who knew one month pretending to be an interesting bad girl could ruin a boring good girl’s life? GRIFFIN: When I saw her, I knew she’d be mine. My old biker crew told me she was untouchable—that I’d never be able to land her without my fame and last name... moreRED: Five years ago, I was as boring as boring could be. Seriously, my name was Bernice. But then came that one month when I pretended to be somebody else entirely while working at a roadhouse biker bar…. Big Mistake. Huge. Who knew one month pretending to be an interesting bad girl could ruin a boring good girl’s life? GRIFFIN: When I saw her, I knew she’d be mine. My old biker crew told me she was untouchable—that I’d never be able to land her without my fame and last name. So I did what any rock star with a big…. ahem, ego would under the circumstances—wagered five figures on me seducing the untouchable girl behind the bar. RED: When the insanely hot biker, who wouldn’t have looked at Boring Bernice twice, asks me to come back to his place, I decide, “why not? ”. It was just supposed to be a silly fling…. GRIFFIN: It was just supposed to be a stupid bet. But what started out as fake got plenty real—especially after I lost her. Five years. I spend five years searching for her. And when I find her…. RED: Five years. I managed to hide from him for five years. He’s powerful and dangerous, and I’m not sure what he’ll do if he discovers the secret I’ve been keeping from him for four years and nine months. So when he finds me…. What’s this story called again? Escaping the Ruthless Biker? GRIFFIN: No, that’s not the title. The story is called Red…. Red and the Big Bad Reaper. And you’re about to find out why. less

Vengeance isn’t just a team of enforcers, they’re a destination where all morals and good sense get checked at the door. Every server at the roadhouse I work at knows that Vengeance is a package deal. The three enforcers for the Ruthless Reapers don’t just share a job, they share you for one night if you dare to go to one of the rooms upstairs with them. Whenever they come into the roadhouse, they stare at me. Three wolves just biding their time until I agree to be their next meal... moreVengeance isn’t just a team of enforcers, they’re a destination where all morals and good sense get checked at the door. Every server at the roadhouse I work at knows that Vengeance is a package deal. The three enforcers for the Ruthless Reapers don’t just share a job, they share you for one night if you dare to go to one of the rooms upstairs with them. Whenever they come into the roadhouse, they stare at me. Three wolves just biding their time until I agree to be their next meal. But you know what? Hard pass. I’m on the last six months of my five-year plan to become a certified doctor. And giving my body to three outlaw bikers is not one of the items on my sensible checklist. Besides, I’ve learned the hard way you can’t trust anyone but yourself. So, nope. No way. Uh-unh. It doesn’t matter if they make my stomach flutter and my seriously neglected nether regions stir with some very bad thoughts. I’m not budging from my five-year plan. But then, my aunt’s boyfriend attacks me. One moment I’m calling Vengeance as a last resort. And the next I’m waking up in their bed. Vengeance has me now. And Reapers don’t date. They POSSESS. New plan. Figure out how to escape from these three men before they convince me to give them everything they want. My body, my mind, my heart—maybe even, my soul. less

I was born a few moments after midnight on January 1st. On my 21st birthday, my father throws me the most lavish New Year's Eve birthday party Baton Rouge has ever seen—then he tells me I'm a woman now, and that means I belong to a man he owes a blood debt. No, not a man. A demon who feeds on my family’s pain and suffering. Especially mine. His name is Hades Fairgood. But he is neither good nor fair. He's the twisted ruler of a biker underworld, and everything my dead mother warned me to avoid... moreI was born a few moments after midnight on January 1st. On my 21st birthday, my father throws me the most lavish New Year's Eve birthday party Baton Rouge has ever seen—then he tells me I'm a woman now, and that means I belong to a man he owes a blood debt. No, not a man. A demon who feeds on my family’s pain and suffering. Especially mine. His name is Hades Fairgood. But he is neither good nor fair. He's the twisted ruler of a biker underworld, and everything my dead mother warned me to avoid. Dirty rich, stupid hot, and merciless. There's not even a smidge of human left in his bitter, vengeful heart. I find that out the particularly cruel way when he renames me Persy--short for Persephone and has PROPERTY OF HADES tattooed across my back. So that I never forget. .. I'm his possession now. He owns me, mind, body, and soul. He’s a needlessly beautiful monster who I must escape. Of course, I must. It’s just…. The longer I’m with him, the more confusing it becomes. Is he a merciless monster or a wounded man in need of love? My love? It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter either way. I just hope I can escape his wrath before he ruins me. less

Is my husband a dream come true? Or the nightmare I was trying to escape before I lost my memory? I didn’t know true desire until the first time I laid eyes on him. Tall, dark, beautiful as a god—completely forbidden. He was the penniless son of the help born in the Lousiana bayou, and I was a pretty southern princess, cultivated like a hothouse flower to become the trophy on some well-pedigreed man’s arm. My mother slapped my face when she saw us together and warned me he would ruin me... moreIs my husband a dream come true? Or the nightmare I was trying to escape before I lost my memory? I didn’t know true desire until the first time I laid eyes on him. Tall, dark, beautiful as a god—completely forbidden. He was the penniless son of the help born in the Lousiana bayou, and I was a pretty southern princess, cultivated like a hothouse flower to become the trophy on some well-pedigreed man’s arm. My mother slapped my face when she saw us together and warned me he would ruin me. A few weeks later, my father made me sign a contract vowing I wouldn’t have relations with anyone until I married. So, I tried to forget him. Until one day I woke up to find out I actually had. There’s a near-decade hole in my memory. My disapproving parents have passed away. And the biggest surprise of all: that boy my mother warned would ruin me? He’s my husband now. He’s still beautiful as a god, and he’s now rich as one, too. He’s made himself over from a poor Cajun boy living on the bayou into a ruthless mogul with enough money to give me anything my heart desires. A huge house on a lake, the perfect job, and endless pleasure. He’s a total dream husband. Until one day I receive a note from someone I trust, telling me three unsettling things. 1. The beautiful god I sleep next to every night is not my real husband. 2. Before he re-invented himself as a ruthless mogul, he was the even more ruthless leader of a notorious motorcycle gang, and…. 3. I was hiding from him all the way up until my accident. Could it be? Is my dream-come-true actually the nightmare I was trying to escape? What would you do if you were me? Live with the perfect illusion? Or do whatever it takes to uncover the truth? less