Sons of Hell MC Series by Rebecca Joyce

Sarah~. I am the only daughter of Beth and Mike Brewer (the town of Rosewood’s only coffee shop owners) and I have been in love with Cord ‘Gunner’ Montclair since my parents moved to Rosewood, Virginia. The problem? The beautiful man is eighteen years older than me and refuses to give me the time of day. To make matters worse, my father has openly threatened to kill Gunner if he even looks at me. Thanks, Dad, for cock -blocking me! Gunner~... moreSarah~. I am the only daughter of Beth and Mike Brewer (the town of Rosewood’s only coffee shop owners) and I have been in love with Cord ‘Gunner’ Montclair since my parents moved to Rosewood, Virginia. The problem? The beautiful man is eighteen years older than me and refuses to give me the time of day. To make matters worse, my father has openly threatened to kill Gunner if he even looks at me. Thanks, Dad, for cock -blocking me! Gunner~. I knew the second I laid eyes on Beth & Mike’s daughter, Sarah, that she was mine. The problem? She was a minor at the time and even I knew better than to make a move on a Marine Sniper’s daughter. Reluctantly, I steer clear of her until she comes home for the summer instead of living it up in Europe as planned. Within forty-eight hours, my quiet, idyllic life has turned into a game of cat and mouse. All because I gave into one hot lusty summer night. Now, my life is up shit’s creek without a paddle! Hiding as my life depends on it, I know I’m on borrowed time. Not only do I have a bullseye on my back, but my brothers want a piece of me too when Beth bans all the Sons of Hell brothers from her shop. However, when an ex-boyfriend comes to town and causes trouble, I do the one thing no one ever expected me to do. .. I claim her. less

I never thought I’d be a young mother at nineteen. After the sudden death of my parents, I didn’t think twice. I dropped everything to care for my obnoxious six-year-old brother. Working odd jobs, I did what I could to survive after I learned a former family friend took everything our parents left us. We were surviving but not living until my brother found a drunk biker in the woods close to where we lived... moreI never thought I’d be a young mother at nineteen. After the sudden death of my parents, I didn’t think twice. I dropped everything to care for my obnoxious six-year-old brother. Working odd jobs, I did what I could to survive after I learned a former family friend took everything our parents left us. We were surviving but not living until my brother found a drunk biker in the woods close to where we lived. I didn’t know how it happened or why, but my parents raised me to never look a gift horse in the mouth. When trouble strikes, my brother calls his new friend for help and I learn that through the pain of grief comes something I never knew I needed. Family. Five years ago, I lost the love of my life and never recovered. I go through my days doing what needs to be done but never really living. I live in a colorless world with no laughter, no love, nothing left for me to care about. On the anniversary of her death, I do what I always do. I ride. Only this time, my ride turns into a chain of events I never saw coming when a brat calls my honor into question. When my actions cause an innocent more pain, my brothers force me to face my pain and grief before I lose the one thing, I never thought I needed. In the depths of grief, two people learn that forgiveness, patience and compassion are what the soul needs to move on. This installment of the Sons of Hell is an emotional journey of love, acceptance and moving on as two people learn to face grief head on before they lose everything. less

When my sister falls sick, she begs me to temporarily fill in as the secretary for the mayor of Rosewood. I grumble, moan, maybe stomp my foot a time or two, but then reluctantly agree. For two weeks, I’ve spent my days fielding cranky callers and dodging the mayor’s wandering hands. This was not what I signed up for. It was a big ask, considering I rarely left my little cabin on the mountain waiting for the hot biker who liked to skinny dip in my hot spring. That man is F. I. N. E. . moreWhen my sister falls sick, she begs me to temporarily fill in as the secretary for the mayor of Rosewood. I grumble, moan, maybe stomp my foot a time or two, but then reluctantly agree. For two weeks, I’ve spent my days fielding cranky callers and dodging the mayor’s wandering hands. This was not what I signed up for. It was a big ask, considering I rarely left my little cabin on the mountain waiting for the hot biker who liked to skinny dip in my hot spring. That man is F. I. N. E. .. Fine! Totally lickable! I’m the quiet Never sister. The one everyone knows about but rarely sees. While my sister is the life of the party, I’m the recluse. I prefer the solitude of silence, my pet rat Apollo and my raunchy biker romance books, where I can pretend to be anyone I want. When the mayor doesn’t take no for an answer, I find myself rescued by the smoking hot, skinny-dipping biker and that’s when my life turns into an honest to God romance book! Life is P. E. R. F. E. C. T. Bail’s and I finally agreed to a ceasefire. My brothers are happy and even with my sister’s hounding me twenty/four seven, my life is smooth sailing. Easy Peasey Lemon Squeezy! When the club gets a walk-in asking for help, King puts me on the case. I should have known that nothing stays perfect forever, because when I meet the heavenly Henley, I realize that I may have just met my match in every way. The woman is not who she seems. With smokin’ good looks that rival mine, a wicked sense of humor, and the whole vulnerable damsel in distress aura down pat, I find myself all tongue tied and twisted up inside. With my sisters hounding me about the universe, Cameron on my ass 24/7, and helping my bestie out of a jam, I find myself at a loss for words and no direction. Thank God my club brothers and sisters are eager to help, because who doesn’t need a bunch of laughing hyenas and three witches stirring the pot? ! less

Claudia: When life hands me lemons, I definitely don’t make lemonade. I chuck ’em right back. Well, until security showed up and escorted me out of the hospital. That’s when booze-gate 2024 happened. Which led to the situation I was in right now. An out of work woman with a baby who was not mine. Yeah. .. don’t ask. To make matters worse, in my drunken riddled booze haze, I did the one thing I promised I would never do: sleep with a brother of the Sons of Hell MC... moreClaudia: When life hands me lemons, I definitely don’t make lemonade. I chuck ’em right back. Well, until security showed up and escorted me out of the hospital. That’s when booze-gate 2024 happened. Which led to the situation I was in right now. An out of work woman with a baby who was not mine. Yeah. .. don’t ask. To make matters worse, in my drunken riddled booze haze, I did the one thing I promised I would never do: sleep with a brother of the Sons of Hell MC. In my defense, it was the tequila’s fault. When CPS, the Sons of Hell MC and a slew of other eager beavers jump in to help me get my life back on track, the only thing they do is make things worse. To add to my growing list of complications, the big sexy man I shagged in my drunken haze won’t leave me alone. But when his Granny shows up and accidentally mistakes the baby as her great-grandchild, well, a whole new slew of complications arises. Billions of them! Frank: As the smartest brother in the club, I prided myself on my ability to stay sane and think clearly. That was until the New Year’s Eve party the club threw. Too bad I can’t remember anything from that night. In fact, the last thing I remembered was working on the new Hell’s Breath formula at the distillery with my little buddy Cameron. So, when I wake up the next morning handcuffed to a bed naked, for the entire club to see, I’m at a loss for words. My only clue? A pair of lacy black thongs and the distinct memory of a rabbit. Yeah, I still don’t understand that one. However, when the club asks me to help the beautiful local Dr. Claudia James with a minor problem, I welcome the distraction. That is until my Granny decides to pop in for a quick visit and things go sideways and downhill fast. less

SUGAR:. I have a past. So, what if it’s a little more colorful than others? We all can’t be proud of who we were and what we did when we were younger. I just never thought my past would cause all kinds of problems. Growing up in Rosewood, I knew everything there was to know about Eugene James. He’s been my best friend since kindergarten. So, I think nothing of it when I’m forced to spend time with my best friend because of my ex-husband... moreSUGAR:. I have a past. So, what if it’s a little more colorful than others? We all can’t be proud of who we were and what we did when we were younger. I just never thought my past would cause all kinds of problems. Growing up in Rosewood, I knew everything there was to know about Eugene James. He’s been my best friend since kindergarten. So, I think nothing of it when I’m forced to spend time with my best friend because of my ex-husband. Eugene and I always had awesome fun together, even if I was the level-headed normal one and Eugene was the hypochondriac who needed an Epi-Pen just to walk outside. For years, Eugene had his life in the club, while I was a full-time mom and the owner of Sugar’s Creamery. I didn’t want or need anymore complications. Besides, the two of us couldn’t be further apart if we tried. However, spending so much time with him, I learn that my best friend has been keeping a BIG secret from me. One that could change everything. I always knew too much of a good thing was a recipe for trouble, because now I was starting to believe that just maybe there was something more to our friendship. ENIGMA:. Everything was changing. Everywhere I looked, brothers were getting married, women were getting pregnant and popping out little Bettys like moles in a garden. Cameron was right. There are too many Bettys in this club. With Scribe’s wedding around the corner, three club brothers’ due home from deliveries and my sister adopting a kid, I can’t catch a break when King orders me to protect my best friend. I only have one problem with that order. I’ve been secretly keeping something from my best friend for years. Yeah… I should have known secrets don’t stay secret for long. When the truth comes out, it opens up a new can of worms nobody could have foreseen. And when old rumors reemerge, they cause a whole new set of problems and at the core is the one person I only want to protect. Welcome back to the Shenandoah Valley and the Sons of Hell MC. less

Life could change in the blink of an eye. I knew that better than anyone. I was living my best life when I met the love of my life. I had everything I dreamed of and more. I just never thought it would all come crumbling down a few months later. For years, I waited patiently, trying to understand, willing to trust that fate knew what she was doing... moreLife could change in the blink of an eye. I knew that better than anyone. I was living my best life when I met the love of my life. I had everything I dreamed of and more. I just never thought it would all come crumbling down a few months later. For years, I waited patiently, trying to understand, willing to trust that fate knew what she was doing. Oh, I still dabbled in my witchy-woo ways, mainly reading my cards, where I would spend hours shuffling and reading, hoping that the universe would send me a sign. .. any sign. When she does, I knew my real test was about to begin. I tried to have faith. I wanted to believe the universe knew what she was doing, but mainly, I was losing all hope. However, when fate throws me a curve ball, I question everything. Including my cards. I was the only brother in the club that no one really knew anything about. Well, except for two of my best friends. One found out by chance, the other learned the truth when the military assigned me to his unit. I didn’t like keeping things from my brothers, but with my past, I didn’t have a choice. My past wasn’t something I was proud of and spent years trying to run from it. However, one chilly fall morning, fate decided it was time for me to stop running. For a short time, I had my heart’s desires. Then fate reared her ugly head, and I lost it all. For the last several years, I’ve been trying to find my way back to the land of the living. But nothing worked until she walked back into my life. The one woman who I abandoned because I couldn’t handle my own failure. Now, with the truth out in the open, I realize that fate was giving me a second chance. A do-over. But to make things right, I was going to have to accept a past I couldn’t change and forgive myself for something I had no control over. An impossible task. Welcome back to the Shenandoah Valley and the Sons of Hell MC. Priest is book 2 in the 2024 Crossover Collection. less

This is. MANLY BUSINESS! NO BETTYS ALLOWED! It's the last week of summer and me and my good buddy Benny have manly business to take care of. However, King has the Knuckle Draggers, Banks and Hawk watching me 24/7. I can't take a piss without them hovering! If I'm gonna pull off this coup, I'm gonna need to think like a man... moreThis is. MANLY BUSINESS! NO BETTYS ALLOWED! It's the last week of summer and me and my good buddy Benny have manly business to take care of. However, King has the Knuckle Draggers, Banks and Hawk watching me 24/7. I can't take a piss without them hovering! If I'm gonna pull off this coup, I'm gonna need to think like a man. Good thing I'm the President of the Manly Club! Welcome back to the Shenandoah Valley and the Sons of Hell MC for the last week of summer before school starts, where anything can happen. And let's face it, if Cameron's involved, it generally does. This is a Sons of Hell MC - NOVELLA. less

There is a Want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. I did that once and I will never make that mistake again. No siree, bob! I learned that lesson when I turned fifteen, received some life-altering news, and continued on like nothing happened. Boy Howdy, the big guy upstairs, started laughing and hadn’t stopped yet. Since then, my life has been one eye roll, one misadventure after another. One of my problems just turned sixteen. My oldest son, Nash... moreThere is a Want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. I did that once and I will never make that mistake again. No siree, bob! I learned that lesson when I turned fifteen, received some life-altering news, and continued on like nothing happened. Boy Howdy, the big guy upstairs, started laughing and hadn’t stopped yet. Since then, my life has been one eye roll, one misadventure after another. One of my problems just turned sixteen. My oldest son, Nash. Loved that kid to death, but I was seriously considering giving him twenty bucks, a good luck pat on the back as I kicked his ass to the curb. Survival of the fittest, baby. Yeah, my kid wouldn’t survive the night. Then there was my mother. A true Southern woman, born and raised. Think Scarlett O’Hara meets Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies, who was gearing up for wedding #6. Yep, that’s right. My mom was getting married for the sixth time and apparently couldn’t plan crap without me. Add in my new Comic Book store and I was at my limit. So imagine my surprise when I spot the very person who caused one of my problems! And no, I ain’t talkin’ about the man upstairs. There is a saying in the home is where the heart is. Too bad for me ‘cause I left my heart in Southern Alabama sixteen years ago and never really got it back. Not that I had a choice in the matter. The last time I saw my heart, I was just a randy fifteen-year-old boy who had his world rocked by a true Southern Belle. In the good way, if you catch my drift. So imagine my good fortune when our paths cross again. Too bad she now has a mouthy teen who kinda looks a lot like me and enjoys causing problems. That’s when I did the math. Never one to shirk my responsibilities, I jump into the fray and brace, because that’s when life gets really interesting. When the truth comes out about why I left all those years ago, the club rallies when I receive unexpected visitors from the Russian Bratva. That’s when I realize home isn’t just a place, it’s the people who always have my back. less