MC Romance

Zack by Lilly Atlas

Title: Zach
Series: Hell’s Handlers MC Book 1
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2018

Toni knows what it means to make mistakes. She has experienced firsthand how walking down the wrong path can send life spiraling out of control. Fortunately, she had someone in her life to pull her from the gutter and help set things right again. As penance for her past, she pledges to suppress her baser desires and focus on finding a steady, dependable connection with a man, even if that means embracing a boring lifestyle.
Zach is anything but dull. As Enforcer for the Hell’s Handlers MC, he embodies the outlaw lifestyle, rife with violence, women, and motorcycles. When Toni moves next door, Zach can’t resist the possibility of a quick, hot, fling. He discovers, however, that she’s not the easy conquest he’s used to.
While Zach works to convince Toni she belongs in his bed, a tenuous relationship with a local gang blows up and threatens his MC family. Zach’s world is turned upside down when he’s unable to keep the danger from touching his club. As Toni fights to resist Zach’s pull, her own peace is shattered by demons from her past. With enemies both old and new barreling down, Toni throws out her rules and turns to Zach for aid.

Before she can help it, Toni finds herself entrenched in Zach’s outlaw world. Is it possible for her to curb her desires, or is she doomed to repeat the mistakes of her past?
None of it will matter if Zach can’t keep the enemies at bay.

Tennessee 2008
It was finally fucking over.
Or maybe it was just beginning.
Either way, years, years of busting his ass, taking shit, and being treated like a worthless maggot were finished.
The vote was unanimous.
He was finally a brother.
Well, he was ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the way in. They couldn’t just vote him in and chuck him the patch he’d been salivating over for the past three years. No, they had to throw in one last challenge, and a bitch of a test it was.
A branding. The Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club emblem. On the left forearm. It was as important as the patches on the leather cut each brother wore. So important, if a man was tatted on his left forearm he couldn’t even prospect. No, the emblem had to be seared into clean skin, so anyone and everyone would know who belonged to the motorcycle club.
And if being branded wasn’t bad enough, there were rules that went along with the barbaric ceremony.
Every brother had to be in attendance. Heckling, ribbing, waiting to see just how much the new member wanted to be a part of the life. Waiting for them to crack.
No screaming.
No tears.
No passing out.
A grunt of pain was allowed, but beyond that, any outward show of weakness would null and void the unanimous vote to end the prospecting period and make him a fully-patched member of the Hell’s Handlers MC.
He wouldn’t make a peep. They could cut his fucking arm off and beat him with it and Zach still wouldn’t utter a sound. That patch was his, and the only way he’d give it up was if some lucky motherfucker managed to pry it from his cold dead hands. Even then, he’d haunt the bastard and wear the thing as a spirit.
A shrill whistle cut through the raucous laughter and drunken male partying. Usually, the sound of fucking joined with the rest of the noise, but not tonight. This was just for the men, brothers in all but blood. At least this early part of the night. After Zach got his patch, they’d bring in the club pussy and he’d have his pick of the litter. One, two, hell even three women if he wanted. He’d earned it watching brother after brother partake in the sweet privilege that was not bestowed on prospects. Club pussy was for patched members only.
And now he was one.
His dick twitched in his pants but died the moment his president spoke. “Okay, fuckers, listen up.”
All around him, his soon to be new brothers lowered their drinks and gave their president, Copper, their full attention. At twenty-nine, Copper was young to be in the role of club president, and since he’d been at it for almost four years already, he was officially the youngest leader in the club’s near fifty-year history.
“We’re just minutes away from welcoming another brother into the club. Shit, Zach’s been one of the best prospects we’ve had. Tough as fuckin’ nails, pulls more than his own weight, never runs his mouth, loyal.” A puff of steam drifted from Copper’s mouth as he spoke to the group.
The prez wasn’t one to be fucked with. A good few inches over six feet, with a beard the color of a dirty penny, and plenty of hair to match, he was mean as a starving pit-bull. But Copper had the respect of every man in the club. Not just because he was the president, but because he’d earned it dragging the club from the brink of disaster and making it a thriving brotherhood once again.
Zach blew on his hands, trying to infuse some warmth into the frozen digits. The night air was colder than a witch’s titty and standing around shirtless for the past half hour hadn’t helped anything.
“Just one more test of this asshole’s strength before we let him be one of us. Ready boys?” Copper waved Zach over to the mountain of wood crackling and spitting sparks. Sticking out of the bonfire, a long branding iron roasted away, just waiting to scorch some of Zach’s skin.
Shouts of encouragement and a few hecklers betting on how much of a pussy he was and what octave his scream would hit, reached him as he made his way to the fire and his waiting president. Careful to keep his expression neutral he drew up next to his prez and waited. Wasn’t that the whole point? Act like he wasn’t scared. Wasn’t about to shit his pants in anticipation of what would probably be the worse physical pain he’d ever experienced.
Fuckin’ Copper’s beard split and his teeth gleamed in the flickering fire. Prez lived for this bull. And if he didn’t, he sure acted like he did with that shitty grin of anticipation. “Anything you want to say first?”
Zach shook his head while he bounced on the balls of his feet, hitting his pecs as hard as he could. Maybe if he could get some pain going somewhere else, the burn of the iron wouldn’t be so bad.
“Won’t work,” Copper said as though reading his mind. “Tried the same thing when I was in your spot. Ain’t nothing gonna make this shit any better.” He bent and retrieved a bottle from next to his foot. Zach had no idea what it was full of, moonshine probably. “You know the drill. Bottle in your left hand. Ten seconds to drink as much as you can. Hold your arm out straight. I’ll mark ya. No dropping the bottle. No spilling. No screaming. No puking. Stay on your feet for two whole minutes. Then you’re a fuckin’ brother.”
Zach nodded. His chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm as his breathing increased and the blood sped up in his veins. After blowing out a breath, he grabbed the bottle and brought it to his lips, tilting his head back and opening his throat as much as he could.
Some of the nastiest hooch he’d ever tasted filled his mouth and flowed down his throat, burning a path to his stomach. Ironic really, since he was about to be burned all to a crisp anyway. Somewhere, in the distance, he could hear his soon to be brothers cheering like a bunch of wild baboons, but he managed to drown out most of the noise. All but the sound of Copper counting down from ten.
Zach tore the bottle from his lips and extended his arm. Unable to look away, he stared in fascinated horror as the glowing end of the iron made contact with the thin skin of his forearm. There was a fraction of a second where his eyes registered the flesh-to-iron connection, but the pain hadn’t yet reached his brain.
And then it did.
All-consuming, searing pain like he’d never experienced fired through his nerve endings. Though the spot being branded was no bigger than a silver dollar, agony seemed to encompass his entire body until he couldn’t recognize where it originated from. There was also an audible singe accompanied by the stench of melting flesh.
Blinding pain was a phrase he’d heard before, but now he’d lived it. Darkness clouded his vision and he slammed his knees back, determined not to give into the blissful oblivion that hovered just out of reach.
All around him, men screamed and hollered, but he couldn’t make out their cries over the rushing in his ears. Nostrils flaring with each forceful inhalation and exhalation, he mashed his teeth together probably pulverizing the enamel as he fought to remain conscious.
Then the nausea hit. Instead of helping to lessen the pain, the damn moonshine sloshed in his gut and started a trip back up his esophagus, just as disgusting the second time around.
His eyes locked with Copper’s. The grinning bastard was definitely enjoying it. All the more motivation to remain standing, quiet, and avoid vomiting the moonshine all over.
Copper pulled the iron away and tossed it to the ground, but it did nothing to diminish the agony. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled his gaze away and checked his watch. Seconds ticked by slower than the thickest motor oil dripping from an engine. Finally, Copper looked at him again and this time his smile was genuine, welcoming. “Two minutes, brother.”
Brother. Sweeter fucking words had never been spoken.
Copper grabbed him by the elbow and held up his throbbing arm. The pain was still there, but now the rush of excitement at achieving his three-year long goal overrode the worst of it. That and the moonshine was kicking in.
With a loud whoop of triumph, Copper held up Zach’s branded arm. “Say hello to your newest brother, men.” Cheers rose up all around.
Zach swayed on his feet as pain and nausea still warred for victory over his consciousness.
Copper whistled, reigning in the crazy. “He’s now to be shown the respect any other brother receives. He’s going to make a damn fine addition to the club.”
Zach’s chest constricted as pride surged.
“Proud of you, brother,” Copper said, for Zach’s ears only. “You were one hell of a prospect and you’ll be one hell of an addition to the club.”
“Thanks, Prez.”
Raising his voice again, Copper turned to the rowdy crowd. “Now someone get Zach a beer and some pussy. The man’s waited long enough.”
They wouldn’t be giving him any pain medication for the burn but losing his dick in a club girl should take care of the last of the discomfort.
Brothers converged on him from all angles, slapping his back and welcoming him. Not only would the moment be burned into his skin forever, but it was seared into his brain as well.
Best night of his life.
He was in.
Now it was time to set his sights on an executive position.
Enforcer would do quite nicely.
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.


Series: Devil’s Reach by J.L. Drake Books Include Trigger & Demons

Title: Demons
Series: Devil’s Reach #2
Author: J.L. Drake
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2018
Publisher: Limitless Publishing 
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctors Design


I thought the light would bring redemption. 


But it only brought the Devil to my doorstep. 

My demons are breaking through, and the reaper is moving closer. 

My weakness has been exposed, and there’s only one person who can calm this hell… 


I broke a promise to myself, and now I’m paying for it. 

I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be a part of this hell. 

But I don’t have a choice… 

The reaper is riding bitch on our backs. 

DISCLAIMER to add to online listings:
This is Book 2 in the Devil’s Reach trilogy, and it ends with a cliffhanger. Intended for readers 18 or older. May contain…triggers.


“If what becomes too much? Minnie…” I tried to grab her hand, but she veered off toward Brick. “I thought it was just an edible, as in pot.”

“Hello again, leather pants.” Rail appeared at my side. “I was wondering when we were going to meet you again.” 

Trigger rolled up on his bike. He was in a black t-shirt that hugged his biceps and chest, and dark jeans and boots. His cut seemed a bit tight, a sign he had been working out a lot. 

He didn’t remove his sunglasses, but his stare nearly made me trip as I walked over and took the helmet he handed me. 

“You look good,” he muttered. “You’ve been missing for the past week.” 

“Just dealing with some stuff.” 

“I don’t like it.”

“I know.” I flipped my hair back and pulled the helmet on. “Me either.” I swung my leg over the bike and rested my hands on his hips, and he pulled me so I hugged him. He flicked the engine over and backed us out. 

An hour later, we hit a wall of traffic and came to a complete stop. That was when I began to notice the leather cut that wrapped Trigger’s midsection was as smooth as lamb skin. As I moved my sensitive fingertips over it, I felt a ball of warmth grow in my belly. 

My thighs flexed as Trigger shifted his weight. I didn’t mean to ball his shirt in my hands, but fuck me, everything felt amazing. 

“You okay?” His raspy voice caught me off guard, and I jolted on the seat, and oh-my-God, it was amazing. “Tess?” 

“Please stop moving,” was all that shot out of my mouth. He flipped up his visor and turned to look at me. I shook my head and moaned as his ass rubbed my front. My jaw clenched, and I started to grind my teeth.

“Put your visor up.” 

Oh, shit, don’t get alpha on me. I may lose it right here on the freeway. 

I quickly shoved it up and stared into his confused eyes. 

“What are you on?” 
“Nothing.” I almost moaned when he moved again. 
He stared a beat longer before he snapped his visor down and turned back around. 
Ohhh, yes. I wanted to tap his shoulder to get him to do that again, but the traffic started to move. 
Sweet, horny Lucifer. I’d broken out in a light layer of sweat, and my thighs burned from the grip on the seat. Three hours on the bike, and its vibrations had built me up to a pleasure-painful level. I’d finish myself off if I weren’t surrounded by the crew. 

Thankfully, Trigger signaled we were stopping for a break at the next rest stop. We took the exit and rolled up at the light before the small park. 

When Trigger kicked his foot out to stabilize us, I grabbed the side of his leg and begged my body to let go. 
His hand landed on mine, and I wanted to cry. His touch, his smell, his everything made my world tilt on its axis. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on. 
I was either going to kill someone or have the most mind-blowing orgasm known to woman in public.
The bike slowed to a stop, and he proceeded to wiggle around then slid the length of his leg across me. I tossed my helmet, and my palms dug deep into the hot leather. I felt like I was balancing on the loose rocks that lined edge of my orgasm. I had never not-wanted to come so badly in my life. 
My mind shifted to images of Trigger touching me. 
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
Oh, please.
“That’s one major fuck-me face.” Rail burst my steamy moment. 

I glared at him, but it did nothing for my problem. “What?”
“Just makin’ an observation.” 
“Observate somewhere else.” 

“Yeah, you probably need to finish that off.” He wiggled his fingers and winked. 
I closed my eyes and managed to channel my thoughts back to being underneath Trigger. His hands on my skin, his lips on my neck, his…
A shadow crossed my face and blocked my warmth. “What did you take?” 
A deep jolt tore through me as my mind decided if it he was real or not. 
“Please,” I nearly panted. “Don’t talk.” I rubbed my hands down my pants. The leather was warm and sent goosebumps through me. 

“I’m not entirely sure, as this is the first time I ever took ecstasy, but I think I took ecstasy.” 

He blinked “Where did you get E?”


Bestselling author J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children. 

When she’s not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing. 
An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue. 

She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed writing them.


Series: Dead Presidents by Harley Stone

Title: Link’d Up
Series: Dead Presidents MC Series #1
Author: Harley Stone
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2018 

President Tyler “Link” Lincoln of the Dead Presidents MC, runs a club dedicated to helping military vets readjust to society. When his sergeant at arms is arrested for the attempted murder of a prominent Seattle figure, Link’s search for a lawyer brave enough to fight for justice leads him to an alluring defense attorney with a bleeding heart and a steel backbone. 
 This isn’t the first time Emily Stafford’s commitment to defending the falsely accused has put her in harm’s way. Smart, cautious, and independent, she knows how to defend herself. At least, she did until she joined forces with one sexy, overbearing, tattooed MC president.
Flames run hot as Link and Emily seek shelter in the club’s converted fire station, working against the clock to uncover the truth and save a somewhat innocent man. 

Emily pulled out a bandage and I grabbed her hands, stopping her from ripping it open.
She looked up at me, lip curled, eyes daring. “What’s the matter? Is the big bad biker afraid of a little Band-aid?”
“Big bad bikers don’t use Band-aids.” I was so damn hard for the little firecracker, I pulled her against me so she could feel my reaction.
She glared at me. “I told you not to touch me.”
“What’s the matter? Is the big bad lawyer afraid of a little touching? Scared you might like it and attack me? Fuck me, even?” Lowering my head so my lips were less than an inch from her neck, I added, “You showed me what you’re capable of. You don’t like this, babe, you can stop me anytime.
She pushed me away. “You’re a client, Link. There are rules.”
I grinned. “First off, I’m not your client. Havoc is.”
“You paid me.”
I crept closer, my hands settling back on her hips. “The club paid you.”
“And you’re the president of said club. It’s a fine line.”
But this time, she didn’t pull away. She wanted it as much as I did. I could tell by her dilated eyes and shallow breathing. If I slid a finger over her folds, she’d be wet for me. The surety of it made me even harder. I circled my arms around her waist and pulled her closer as I nibbled and kissed my way up to her jaw. She tasted sweet and her skin was buttery soft against my lips.
“Second,” I breathed. “Are you telling me it’s illegal to sleep with a client?” I knew it wasn’t. I’d looked up the law.
My lips grazed her neck again, and she sucked in a breath. “Not exactly illegal, but frowned upon. It could damage my reputation.
I claimed her mouth, temporarily cutting her off.
When I let her up for air, she dove right back into her objection. “And I’ve worked my ass off to be wanted for my skills in the courtroom, not the bedroom.”
Words breathy, objection weak at best, I knew I had her. Smiling as my hands drifted down to give her ass a squeeze, I brushed another kiss against her plump lips and said, “What if I want you for both?”
I pulled her tighter against me and she opened her lips with another gasp. It was all the invitation I needed. Grabbing her ass, I picked her up and walked until her back pressed against the wall, all the while, exploring her mouth. Pulling back long enough to take in her lust-filled gaze, I ran my fingers through her hair, releasing it from the bun. It fell in waves past her breasts. Holy shit, I wanted her. I was so hard it literally hurt.
“My god, you are so beautiful,” I said, tucking a lock behind her ear. “I can’t wait to get you naked.”
Harley Stone writes mafia romance and funny-as-shit romantic fiction. When she’s not writing, she’s busy living out her real adventure in southwest Washington with her husband and their five boys. 



Rook by Lena Bourne📖Review📖

Title: Rook (Devil’s Nightmare MC #3)
Author: Lena Bourne
Genre: MC Romance 


I only ever loved one woman. I still love her, even though she left to get us breakfast one morning ten years ago and disappeared. I searched for her for months, but she was just gone. Most days it’s all a distant memory of what could’ve been, but I do think of her whenever I wake up next to a strange woman and wish it was her.
Then I see her on the sunny Mexico City street one random afternoon, and it’s like no time has passed at all. I still want to grab her and take her to my room, not let her dress for days. Just like it was back when we fell in love.  
But she belongs to the cartel boss now. She’s out of my reach. Technically. I’m a calm man, nothing much gets me going. But Ines, she wakes the fire inside me, makes my blood run hot and has done since the day we met.
Now that I’ve finally found her, nothing and no one will keep me away from her ever again. Not even all of the Mexican cartel.

thumbnail_My Review
We get to visit Devil’s Nightmare again. I love these stories by Lena Bourne and this one is no different. Although this is a second chance story (which I am not a big fan of) I did enjoy this story. Rook is a wonderful alpha biker that has been searching for his long lost love for the past 10 years. And although he is pretty sure he is never going to see her again, he is damn surprised when he sees her across the street in Mexico City.

Ines fell in love with Rook 10 years ago. She had run away from “The Gentleman” a Mexican cartel boss. He found Ines and takes her from Rook. For 10 years he abuses and holds her prisoner. So when Ines sees Rook, it is like a dream come true. But Ines has been held captive for so long that she is afraid to leave. Sometimes it is better to let people hurt you than the ones you love.

This is a great MC and love story. I really did enjoy it. I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.



 My Review for Cross:

I read the other MC books by Lena and I have to say, I LOVED this book and can not wait to see where this group goes. Yes, I did have to go back and make sure I was reading the first book since Cross does take you “back” in time to when things happen with his daughter. But that is due to the last set of books with the Viper’s guys. But you DO NOT have to read those books to highly enjoy this book.
Cross is a wonderful father for as much as he wants to get involved. Lily understands what is going on and just wants her father to be safe and live a “normal” life. So when she starts acting out at school and is sent to the new guidance counselor who happens to be Roxanne. Cross has no problem becoming a hands on father.
This is an emotional story from the very first page to the last page. I loved it and was so intrigued with the characters I really could not put the book down. Great book and diffidently one to read!

My Review for Tank:
So this one I gave this one 4- 4/1/2 stars. I liked Tank in the last book and I liked him in this one, and I felt for Kim at the beginning of this book and understand why she went home. I didn’t have any issues with Tank and Kim and their relationship per-say, but when it came to the secondary characters, I just didn’t like some of them and their attitude. There were just little things that got me. But if you ignore little things then this is a good book. Tank and Kim are a good couple and Tank comes out in the end to be a wonderful man. I would have liked to have seen more of Cross and his woman some more, but that is just my thoughts.
Another good book by Lena Bourne. I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review

Lena Bourne is a USA Today and Amazon Bestselling contemporary romance author. She writes about alpha bad boys with a sensitive side and the alpha females who prove to be their match. Hot bedroom scenes and fast-paced, action packed plots are Lena’s specialty. She’s still waiting for her own HEA with the right bad boy, but the searching is lots of fun too. Coffee lover, owner of cats.

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