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Tempting the Prez's Ol' Lady: BOOK ONE
It started out completely innocent. A little flirting here, a little smile there, and it only happened when Sabbath wasn’t looking or was out on a run. Shasta Hall was completely off limits, but that didn’t make my attraction to her any less prominent.
I knew she wanted me too, but sleeping with her would go against everything the Lewd Outlaws MC stood for. And as club VP, it’s my job to make sure that everyone abides by the rules—even me. Ol’ Ladies were completely off limits, but since Sabbath was the only one that technically had an Ol’ Lady, the rule only applied to him.
So, when Shasta needed to be stashed after the club’s threatened, Sabbath entrusted me to keep an eye on her. But now we’re stuck alone in a cabin for three days, and the temptation to touch her only keeps growing.
A little taste wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Temptation is a sweet but bitter thing. It would always be there, and even though tasting her would be risky and reckless, this was one “Hall” pass that I wouldn’t be passing up.
Blackmailing the Prez's Ol' Lady: BOOK TWO
Shasta Hall is the epitome of perfection.
It’s why every guy in the club wanted her, including me, and after discovering her committing the ultimate sin, I took the opportunity by the horns to get what I always wanted—Shasta.
Blackmailing her into sleeping with me wasn’t something I was proud of, but it awakened something inside of her that had the rest of the club salivating to get their turn.
But a woman like Shasta shouldn’t be left unsatisfied, and as the club’s SGT at Arms, it’s my duty to make sure all property is protected, even if that means protecting her from our own Prez. Now all I had to do was keep her busy, invoking my “Hall” pass once and for all, and showing the tantalizing brunette that she didn’t need Sabbath or anyone else to keep her satisfied; she just needed me.
Pleasing the Prez's Ol' Lady: BOOK THREE
As Enforcer of the Lewd Outlaws MC, it was my job to make sure that if the club got into trouble; I ended it hard, fast, and with as much blood as possible. I never expected for that trouble to come straight from our Prez’s own hands, or for the cataclysmic events that followed to land me right into his own woman’s arms. But that’s exactly where I found myself, days after my own bitter breakup, in Shasta Hall’s arms, and invoking my “Hall Pass” like two of my brothers did before me.
Shasta and I needed to piece each other back together, and protecting her became my newfound obsession once I got my first taste.
Pleasing the Prez’s Ol’ Lady was the only thing that mattered to me anymore, and I’d do anything to bring a smile to her face, even if the consequences of doing so ended with a bullet between my eyes, the cut off my back, or my body six feet underground.
Sharing the Prez's Ol' Lady: BOOK FOUR
Being a Lewd Outlaw means you ride and die for your club. But I never imagined that one accident would shatter that loyalty forever.
The whole club is crumbling apart right before my eyes, and it seems that there’s one brunette connection that’s been the detonator for it all… Shasta Hall, the Prez’s Ol’ Lady.
I never liked the idea of a “Hall Pass” being acceptable in the club, but it seemed as if the rest of my brothers didn’t feel the same. One by one, they’d fallen for her, doing their best to stick to the ultimate rule… don’t tell Sabbath. If our Prez ever caught wind of the fun they’d been having with his Ol’ Lady behind his back, heads would definitely roll. I was determined to distance myself from joining the fun until I found myself in the middle of a proposition I couldn’t say no to and watched the detonation of our club’s Prez explode right before my eyes.
Now the only way to stay alive is to convince the others to join her little harem. Eventually, all the club officers will fall, and it just so happened that this Club Treasurer was ready without him even knowing it, I just hope the Prez doesn’t find out, otherwise we’re risking our rank and patch for a taste of his queen.
Dominating the Prez's Ol' Lady: BOOK FIVE
My appetite for women was depraved and unhinged. It took a lot to keep me satisfied and even though I had created the perfect submissive out of one of the new girls, I wanted more. To be specific, I wanted her… Shasta Hall, the Prez’s Ol’ Lady.
And it seemed like I finally had my chance, piquing her interest without even trying. Her blatant insubordinat behavior had me intoxicated, and only fueled my desire to make her submit only to me. She was a hidden fantasy I couldn’t quite tame, and now that I knew she was up for a little fun, it wouldn’t be long before I had her on her knees, begging for a master to command her.
Screw the rest of the guys and whatever connection they have with her. The broken woman needed to be stripped down and reborn, and I was just the dark soul to do it, making sure she never forgot my sting.
Sure, feeding into my dark desires was risky, especially since the club was on the verge of exploding, and Sabbath was spiraling out of control, but I didn’t care about the consequences that came with dominating the Prez’s Ol’ Lady. As long as she was open for submissions, I was going to shoot my shot, and cash in my Hall Pass once and for all… Sabbath be damned. There’s only room for one devil inside the Lewd Outlaws MC, and frankly, I wore those horns with pride.
Exposing the Prez's Ol' Lady: BOOK SIX
I never dreamed of living out my fantasy, but that’s exactly what Sabbath’s Ol’ Lady, Shasta, gave me after one night of drunken fun. I’d done my best to stay out of her crosshairs after rumors got around of her moving through the ranks seducing the officers one by one.
I thought I’d never fall into her trap, but then she offered me something I’d always wanted… a threesome—a threesome with the only man in my club that got my engine revving. I’d done my best to keep my secret feelings hidden, but one slip of the tongue changed everything that night. Now I was able to live out my fantasy, while secretly hiding behind Shasta’s little kinky obsession. But cashing in my “Hall pass”, left me with more questions than answers. Not only did I get a taste of Sabbath’s forbidden fruit, but I finally figured out why no woman had ever been able to really satisfy me.
Coming to terms with my sexual preference left me open for some serious consequences, and since I didn’t know if my club would accept me, I was left with a painfully difficult choice. Expose the woman who gave me everything I ever wanted... or expose my true self to the club. Both were too risky to reveal, but I had to choose. Now the question was... which one would leave me breathing, and which one would end up with me dead?
Saving the Prez's Ol' Lady: BOOK SEVEN
COMING DECEMBER 30, 2022
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I vowed long ago never to let sin rule my life again.
It’s why I found sanctity behind the walls of the Lewd Outlaws’ clubhouse, and a brotherhood among men I now trusted and respected. I was running from my past, a past filled with so many lies and deception that it was only a matter of time before it caught up to me. Hiding my sins behind my faith wasn’t easy, but I took a vow, pledging my heart, body, and soul to the man upstairs. Temptations were thy enemy, and the biggest temptation of all was the Prez’s Ol’ Lady.
Getting involved in club drama was never my intention, but when I suddenly found myself cradling Shasta Hall in my arms, I knew God had placed her in my path to be saved.
I never thought I’d turn on Sabbath, but even loyalty falters when you’re pushed to your breaking point. So, when Sabbath asked me to do the unthinkable, he crossed a line with me that there was no coming back from. Now my loyalty was pledged to the woman that was hiding from him, and even though the rest of the club had vowed to protect her, I knew deep down that Shasta Hall was mine alone to save.
Owning the Prez's Ol' Lady: BOOK EIGHT
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We all thought we owned her, and that she belonged to us all. But loving Shasta Hall had proven to be detrimental to her own mental health. Now she was gone, disappearing from our lives forever. I thought I could cope with her absence like all the others, going on with my life and finding someone else to love. But loving someone other than Shasta was an impossible feat, and the only option I had was to leave everything behind: my club, my brothers, and my responsibilities, to find the woman who meant the world to me.
Locating her wasn’t easy, but now that I’ve found her again, I’m determined to claim Shasta as my Ol’ Lady and bring her back home where she belongs. But convincing her to return wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, especially since becoming another Outlaw’s Ol’ Lady is the furthest thing from her mind, and I wasn’t the only man vying for her attention.