Vulture Hollow MC Series by K.A. Merikan

Don’t bring a kiss to a knife fight. Roadkill. Violent. Brash. Obsessive. In the closet. Clyde. Cunning. Ruthless. Biker royalty. Trapped on the other side of the same closet. Roadkill. I’ve hated Clyde Turner since the moment I laid eyes on him. I hate him for existing, for tempting me, for being everything I can’t have. Ice-blue eyes, a cocky smirk that makes my fists itch, a damn Hell’s Butchers MC prince. I want him violently, but since I can’t have him, I will destroy him... moreDon’t bring a kiss to a knife fight. Roadkill. Violent. Brash. Obsessive. In the closet. Clyde. Cunning. Ruthless. Biker royalty. Trapped on the other side of the same closet. Roadkill. I’ve hated Clyde Turner since the moment I laid eyes on him. I hate him for existing, for tempting me, for being everything I can’t have. Ice-blue eyes, a cocky smirk that makes my fists itch, a damn Hell’s Butchers MC prince. I want him violently, but since I can’t have him, I will destroy him. I killed his f*cking brother, and he’s next. When a fire traps us together, death feels inevitable. With no way out and nothing left to lose, we trade confessions like poison-laced promises. I say I wish I’d f*cked him. Just to break him. Just to see disgust twist his perfect face. His reply is like a bullet. “I would have let you…”. Clyde. I should’ve burned to death in that fire, because now my worst nightmare has come true. Roadkill knows. He knows the secret I’ve spent years burying beneath blood, alcohol, and loyalty to my club. I have to kill him. There’s no other way. But a knife fight leads to kisses and a deal struck in the dark. We’ll keep it quiet. No one needs to know. Enemies with benefits, nothing more. A stolen moment here, a touch there, with no strings and no club betrayal. Until one of us is dead, I’ll let myself fall into his bed, and in the meanwhile, I’ll keep looking for the bastard who killed my brother. The aftermath. Nothing stays buried forever. Not secrets, not sins, and certainly not feelings. What starts as a forbidden tryst becomes something deeper. No matter how far we run, the shadows of our clubs and the weight of our hatred threaten to destroy us. Some things you can’t come back from. But that doesn’t stop us from one last kiss. And then, just one more. ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠. “Enemy” is a standalone, steamy, angst-filled M/M dark romance where two sworn enemies from rival motorcycle clubs get entangled in a forbidden love affair. This is the book for readers who hunger for fiery enemies-to-lovers passion, devastating twists, and the thrill of a once in a lifetime love that defies the odds. Love and hate collide in this scorching Romeo and Juliet-style gay romance with a guaranteed HEA. POSSIBLE SPOILERS:. Themes: Enemies-to-lovers, forbidden love, first love, revenge, coming out, partners in crime, biker gang, first gay relationship, antihero, dark humor, motorcycle clubs, redemption, secret relationship, dark secrets, emotional scars. Genre: Scorching hot M/M dark motorcycle club romance. Length: ~140,000 words (Standalone). WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language and morally ambiguous characters. Topics of suicide, homophobia, drug and alcohol abuse, past SA. less

He’s my dream, my nightmare, my obsession. Creep. Weirdo. Stalker. Monster under the bed. Angel. Blond. Pillow Prince. Pisces. Creep. They call me Creep and they’re not wrong. I crawl under people’s beds to feel close to them. Tonight, my pick is a pretty blond twink with pink lips and blue eyes. My living fantasy. I meant to enjoy his company in secret, but I can’t just lie there and listen when his boyfriend gets violent. So I crawl out. And I kill the bastard... moreHe’s my dream, my nightmare, my obsession. Creep. Weirdo. Stalker. Monster under the bed. Angel. Blond. Pillow Prince. Pisces. Creep. They call me Creep and they’re not wrong. I crawl under people’s beds to feel close to them. Tonight, my pick is a pretty blond twink with pink lips and blue eyes. My living fantasy. I meant to enjoy his company in secret, but I can’t just lie there and listen when his boyfriend gets violent. So I crawl out. And I kill the bastard. Now Angel’s a witness to my crime, so… I take him. I’ve never had a lover. Hell, I’ve never even kissed anyone. I’m twisted. Ugly. Unlovable. But now that I’ve tasted Angel, I can’t turn back. I need to make him mine. Angel. I survived a string of shitty exes but didn’t expect a monster in a leather jacket, with hair as black as night, to crawl out from under my bed and slaughter my abuser. I fear the worst when he abducts me to his creepy den… but he doesn’t hurt me. He’s too shy to even speak to me when I’m awake and watches from the shadows instead. It’s when I pretend to sleep that he comes closer. The game makes it all the sweeter for him. When he reaches for me, he’s careful but greedy, living out a fantasy he’s too ashamed to ask for. And I let him. Because I’m curious. Because it makes my pulse spike. Because I’m starting to want it too. ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠. “Creep” is a standalone, M/M dark romance where a lonely biker with an unusual kink abducts the object of his forbidden desire and finds salvation in the boy who should’ve run. This is a book for readers who crave a protective monster with a broken past, twisted obsession, and the kind of love that crawls out from under your bed and refuses to let go. If you’re drawn to morally gray men, emotional tension, and the thrill of surrendering to danger… this one’s for you. This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language and morally ambiguous characters. less