I’m married to my club. I’ve got no time for anything else. Managed to survive my fifty-plus years with no woman by my side.
Until the club has a run-in with a woman who I can’t seem to be able to get out of my mind. Feisty, brave, or stupid depending on your point of view, and with the balls to match any of my men.
I saw her once, thought about...

They gave me the road name Rattler. Oh, it’s not because I’m a snake in the grass, it’s due to my have a habit of rattling people’s chains. I’d say it was their fault, they lay themselves open to being mocked. Take Saint and Short, for example, they’ve recently taken old ladies. One thing’s for certain. I’m never going to be so stupid and tie...

The dead mother of my fifteen-year-old son Ace has just re-emerged from her grave. Or, that’s what I first believe when she appears at the gate to our clubhouse. But she’s not a ghost, she’s my ex’s twin, and as such stakes a claim as Ace’s aunt.

I’ve more than one reason to be suspicious of her, especially as she quickly finds a place in Ace’s...