Voodoo Bastards MC Series by A.J. Downey

Secrets drip from the past like Spanish moss from the trees… On first glance, Bennie seems like the mildest of the brothers within the Voodoo Bastards. Nothing could be further from the truth. Baptized in blood and tempered in the fires of vengeance, club life is a quiet life as compared to what he’s come from... moreSecrets drip from the past like Spanish moss from the trees… On first glance, Bennie seems like the mildest of the brothers within the Voodoo Bastards. Nothing could be further from the truth. Baptized in blood and tempered in the fires of vengeance, club life is a quiet life as compared to what he’s come from. Sometimes, the past has a way of sneaking up on you, though… and for Bennie, it’s in the feelings stirred within his chest on a drunken bender in the Quarter by her emerald green eyes and long dark hair.Sandrine Starkweather has done her best to claw her way out of her past and takes refuge in the pulse pounding music under the bright lights of Bourbon on her days off. She’s hiding in plain sight, and generally likes to keep it that way until this drunk biker sidles up and smoothly starts dancing with her instead of on her. She can’t resist, the broken in her recognizing the broken in him and what follows is an unlikely friendship that could be dangerous to each of them but in very different ways… less

The murk of the swamp has nothing on this situation…Velina Young never pictured leaving her life in California behind on a dime to find out what was happening with a half-brother she’d never even met in person. However, that’s what she does when Garnett suddenly stops texting. She’s in New Orleans for the first time in her life, standing outside the Voodoo Bastard’s lair about to face its dragon…Saint thinks nothing of the spitfire chick walking in the front door to the club one late afternoon... moreThe murk of the swamp has nothing on this situation…Velina Young never pictured leaving her life in California behind on a dime to find out what was happening with a half-brother she’d never even met in person. However, that’s what she does when Garnett suddenly stops texting. She’s in New Orleans for the first time in her life, standing outside the Voodoo Bastard’s lair about to face its dragon…Saint thinks nothing of the spitfire chick walking in the front door to the club one late afternoon. Girls like her are a dime a dozen, looking for a thrill or a ride – except he couldn’t be more wrong if he tired with this one.Tempers spark, anger flares, and these two seem like they’re destined to be enemies…At the end of the day, loyalties are tested, and trust is in short supply, as both learn to navigate a criminal underworld more dangerous than ever before. less

When it comes to New Orleans, sometimes it’s better the devil you know…This is the case for Genesis Bordelon. She’s an emergency room physician at NOLA’s main trauma center. By chance, that’s where she met Chainsaw of the Voodoo Bastards MC; when he landed in her trauma bay as a critical patient during the Bastards’ civil war... moreWhen it comes to New Orleans, sometimes it’s better the devil you know…This is the case for Genesis Bordelon. She’s an emergency room physician at NOLA’s main trauma center. By chance, that’s where she met Chainsaw of the Voodoo Bastards MC; when he landed in her trauma bay as a critical patient during the Bastards’ civil war.She would have forgotten all about him, but for the fact that she had grown up in the MC life, and the bloodstained card he’d handed her, with a number and any favor she could ask attached to it.The biker owed her, the club owed her… still, she knew how easy it was to get tangled up in the life. She’d spent the better part of hers trying to escape it.Now it’s some years later, and Genesis is in big trouble. She saw something she shouldn’t have and the cops are no help. She isn’t eager to cash in the chit that she’s owed, but she’s backed into a corner – and sometimes, it really is better to take your chances with the devil you know rather than the one you don’t. less