I dream of more than this life.
I dream of having that great love of a lifetime.
As the only caregiver to my ailing, dementia-clouded, hateful grandmother, my life is stagnant. That means no great love story, no fun, no excitement, and only a regimented routine to keep what's left of my sanity intact.
Maybe sanity is overrated.
Appearing on my doorstep, covered in darkness and seeping death, Malachi and Salem weren't the men you'd find in an advertisement for adventure. They weren't who you'd call your best friend, giddy and lovesick over.
They were dangerous. But I wasn't afraid; I was excited.
They've shown me what unconditional love is.
Body and soul, I'm theirs. They've changed me.
Salem and Malachi mean more to me than my next breath.
The mafia has ruined my life…
Run. Hide. Repeat.
That has been my life for longer than I remember.
I know all it takes is one missed step…One person to recognize me.
When my car breaks down leaving me stranded in the middle of Louisiana, I thought that was the worst thing that could happen.
It was not.
It was him.
Ryker pulls no punches, he tells me how it is straight, and that frightens me.
He tempts me.
He makes me want to stop.
He makes me want more.
It can be my undoing.
When the mafia catches up, can I leave?
If I do, will I survive more heartache?
Looking at the sleek motorcycle that pulled up beside my cruiser on the offramp, I expected a lifted ride and a punk. I never expected her.
Not the sensual princess of the Crown racing empire. The ever gorgeous China Doll Crown.
Arresting her was the last thing I’d hoped to do today. But it’s my job and duty to fulfill.
Fighting me every step of the way, Doll amps up my need to bend her over the hood of my car with cuffs...And not in a professional way.
Arresting her will be the biggest mistake of my career.
Stepping away from his car, the officer is every woman’s wet dream.
The mountainous thick chest that stretches for miles.
The colorful tattoos peeking out under the cuff of his shirt.
Then there’s those stark blue eyes framed by his sinful face...
Officer Risen Mason is heavenly.
Well, he was until he arrested me.
He’s the enemy as far as I’m concerned. I’m about to make his life a living hell.
Careen is the third instalment in the Crashed Series. It can be read alone, but best read after Crashed, Casper’s Ghost and Siren’s Call.
I thought I could go back to normal.
Right now normal hurts.
I’ve seen things—done things—I’m not the same girl I was.
It changed me—he changed me.
The bar is locked up. The Horsemen clubhouse is no place for me, and I don’t belong anywhere that feels familiar.
I’m alone. I’m broken.
The only thing that feels right is my pain.
Our club is in ruins. It's left me at the helm.
Twists and turns took me down this path that lead to further destruction, and I know King had orchestrated it all.
Thing is, I’m no one’s pawn.
The club is all I have, and King won’t take us down. We'll play this out our way.
One way or another, he’ll pay for the damage to us, to them, to her…