I know what I want. So when opportunity knocked, I took it. I grabbed my shot, willing to do anything to make it happen. From the beginning, I knew I was destined to be with the six-foot-four, bourbon-eyed Rock God. Only back in the early days he wasn’t a god. Rhys Granger was my brother’s friend, the boy next door who wrote verses and played his guitar in our garage. He was talented. Exciting. Damaged. The kind of guy who made all the girls cry… Except for me. I thought I was special. Tur...

I’ve made two impulsive decisions in my life, and both have involved the notorious enforcer of the Disciples MC. First, I humiliated myself by spying on him. Second, I decided to throw caution to the wind and show up at probably the worst possible time. He’s dangerous, demanding, and able to consume me with just one look. He’s also on trial for murder, and no one in his club trusts me. You’d think I’d run. I mean, the cards are stacked against us. But I can’t escape my need, this all-consu...

ANTOINETTE Axel Fontaine has a giant... At least that's what everyone says. Unfortunately, it's true. All. Of. It. He's dangerous, scary, and addictive. Without a doubt, the last person I should fall for is the VP of the Disciples MC. I'm out of my league. He's a six-foot-four, blue-eyed biker god. I'm an ex-ballerina turned stripper who should run away. But how do you escape the one man who ignites your body and consumes your very soul? Axel doesn't do relationships. But I'm betting I can...

Blade McCormick is not a nice guy. He’s pure adrenaline and smells like smoke and leather—the kind of guy you look at and know he’s going to be a combination of nasty and irresistible. The moment I allowed myself to touch his hot skin and kiss his full lips, I. Was. Done. Like currency, I’ve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He’s a bad guy. But then again, I’m not a good girl. Blade’s the president of the Disciple...

I don’t apologize or regret the destruction I’m about to cause. I’m at peace with what I must do...nothing can or will stand in my way. Not even the raven-haired beauty with golden eyes who haunts my dreams. No one is innocent in the story of my life. Fairy tales don’t exist! I. Make. No. Excuses. Everyone needs to atone, and I’m the man who is going to see to it.

I fell in love with a redheaded boy, a boy who was kind and good—until he wasn’t. He broke my heart once, twice…I’ve lost count. Like a dark god, he haunts me. He smells like smoke and cinnamon, with danger seeping from every pore. He is my savior, my lover, exciting and addictive. I should’ve seen it coming. Never trust a Disciple. You have to sell your soul to the devil to get one to love you. I would. I did. My name is Dolores Dunghart, and I might have done the unforgivable. I don’t ca...

They call him a legend—one of the greatest guitarists of our time. The mighty Ace of Spades brought in to produce my album and save the day. Not only is he covered in tattoos. He’s gorgeous, talented, and infuriatingly arrogant, even demanding I trust him. Trust him? I. Hate. Him. I’m a former child star turned rock princess, caught up in all kinds of bad press and scandal. I need to stay focused on my music and career. Not get distracted by his filthy mouth and piercing eyes. If only our ...

I found Reed and loved him more than I loved myself. We were young... beautiful... ?entitled?. Money and private schools, our families' lavish parties and posh New York City apartments—it was all mere window dressing. What was real was our obsessive love, which grew right along with us as we moved toward adulthood. It consumed me, and only in his arms did I feel wanted and safe. But I have a secret. It's big and, to some, unforgivable. And it's why I let Reed destroy me, or maybe I destroy...

Reed took all my firsts like a shiny present. He made promises with silky words I greedily kept as truths. But the moment I faltered, he took everything away. Now we're both guilty of sins. As we come together for Grandfather Ian's funeral, it's time to face what I've done—what we've done. The boy I've loved since age eight is now a man, his rage palpable, his turquoise eyes piercing me with an intensity that sets me on fire. Each delicious kiss seems to peel away our ugly past—a past we'r...

She was an assignment: a selfish brat who'd run away from home and who’d found refuge in an MC, a spoiled pain in my ass that I had to bring back to Daddy. Only—Isabelle is nothing like the picture my initial research painted. Yes, she's a brat. Yes, she's insecure. And yes, she's a Disciple…sort of. But she's so much more than that. So broken, yet so hopeful. So lost, yet so eager to be found. I found her—but that means her father has too. Taking her home was supposed to repay a favor owe...

Invaders threaten us from above, below, within, and beyond. Not scared enough yet? This anthology will help! From the Horrific Scribes web archive of original short fiction (and some poetry) come 24 selections that involve horrific invasions. Only 23 are short stories--one is a group of poems--and that's not the only way the book cover deceives you. None of the stories involves UFOs attacking Earth. Horrific Scribes seeks "the provocative, scary, and strange," and these w...