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-consuming pull I have with him. He may be wrong for me, but he’s the very force that brings me to life.
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. Turns out I'm not. And now... I despise him. He's the lead singer of the Stuffed Muffins, one of the biggest bands in the world, with dark hair, full lips, and a body to die for. Unfortunately, he's a dick. Not that I care anymore. I have my own career. I'm successful in my own right. So when offered another once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I turn it down. But the universe has other plans, and I'm forced back into the savagely glamorous world of rock 'n' roll. Thrust into battling his seductive smile, his dangerous kisses, and my own addictive needs. He might be a Rock God, but he's also a man. And I'm the woman he never saw coming.
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're desperate to escape. They say forgiveness comes from within. Can I trust him to forgive me? Have we both been enlightened? I used to believe in the fantasy of a happily ever after-trouble is...my life's not a fairy tale. The Enlightened is second in The Entitled duet. The story begins in The Entitled.
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 destroyed us. Either way, I'm worse than broke-I'm broken. Once upon a time, we were happy... but privilege has an ugly underside, and in the blink of an eye, my world crashed down around me. I don't feel ?entitled? anymore. The Entitled? is the first in The Entitled duet. The ?story concludes in ?The Enlightened.
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 change his mind. AXEL I don't do relationships, I don't do drama, and I definitely don't do love. I'm not Prince Charming. I'm the VP of the Disciples, and the club is my family. The last thing I need is a violet-eyed enchantress who smells like candy and has some sort of voodoo chemistry that's messing with my mind. She needs to go. She's a distraction... a weakness I can't have. Men like me fall in lust, not love. So why is she still here?
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 care if you judge me...I've judged myself.But this is how we live. And this is our love story: Edge and Dolly forever.
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.
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 Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn't scare me. If anything, I think I scare him.
