•Hero complex?
•Possessive?
•Not afraid to speak my mind?
Check, check, and check.
I’m also President of the Cerberus MC, a former Marine, and easy on the eyes with arms made to hold a woman tight. I’m the whole package.
I’m not conceited; I’m convinced, and Emmalyn Mikaelson doesn’t have a clue what she’s gotten herself into by jumping on the back of my bike. Special Forces.

I fell in love with an underage girl.

The day we met she downed a bottle of pills and tried to jump off a bridge.

Not exactly the love story you want to tell your grandchildren, is it?

I could go into detail. Give you the nitty gritty, but I’m worried that the details won’t matter when you find out just how badly I messed everything up…

I’m no stranger to a woman warming my bed.

Just like riding my bike, the freedom I get from deciding if one night should turn into two, or if a number should be deleted altogether, is thrilling.

I’ve never been dishonest about what my expectations are.

What’s new for me is being the one ghosted.

So imagine my surprise when the girl who decided I wasn’t enough shows up on my doorstep burdened with the consequences of her own lies and deceit.

I’ve always been a connoisseur of the opposite sex. Tall, short, thin, thick and juicy, my tastes knew no limitations.

That became abundantly clear the night my best friend took me in his mouth.

Sure, there’d been close calls before, the slip of a hand or misplaced lips. With our propensity to share women, it was bound to happen.

That fateful night, I was met with pure intention and an experience I never want to forget.

Falling for a friend has never been so complicated.

My plan was as simple as they come… in theory. Show up at the Cerberus clubhouse and give dear old Dad a piece of my mind. What I didn’t expect was being welcomed by the open arms of a father who had no idea I existed.

More importantly, I didn’t anticipate HER. Delilah Donovan was a breath of fresh air. She would soon become my reason for wanting to become a better man, my reason for getting out of bed with a smile on my normally sneering face. But no matter how much I changed, she’d always be too good for a man like me.

It was over before it could even begin.

My first job with the Cerberus MC was to grab a girl from a seedy bar. Easy money, right?

The moment I realized the blonde I was hunting wasn’t around, I ended up captivated by a redhead dancing on the stage. With her striking features and sinful body, I knew she was trouble, but that didn’t stop me from making her mine that night.

When I learned that she WAS the job, everything became clouded. 

I was only looking for a one night stand, but when the dust settled and she ran, my only desire was to chase her. 

Should I risk my job, and quite possibly my life, in order to have her? Would she even stay if I caught her?

I was the golden child. The one all the Cerberus guys looked up to. I was on my way to becoming the next career Marine.

But after my last deployment to Syria, being a Marine was no longer an option.

Unfortunately, my not so honorable discharge from the Corps didn’t get rid of the demons created while I was enlisted.

Not even my childhood friend can save me. I’ll destroy her just like I destroyed everything else I touched.

The plans I made for my life didn’t pan out.

I walked away from my best friend, my lover, the only man I could see spending my life with to make a career of being a Marine, but it didn’t happen.

A car accident took him away from me before I realized the mistake I’d made.

Now, thirteen years later, I’ve met a woman and a man who makes everything seem ideal.

He’s perfect in a familiar kind of way, and she’s the kind of brand new you can’t get enough of.

It’s just my luck that one’s a ghost and the other is my boss’s daughter.

These plans may not pan out either.

**This is NOT a paranormal romance**

**Tug is a standalone MMF novel in an interconnected series**

I’m no one’s savior.

I work with the Cerberus MC for the thrills, not for the glory.

Saving people who’ve been trafficked is just a side benefit, coming in second to the adrenaline rush of eradicating some of the evil in the world.

Mia Vazquez didn’t seem to get the memo.

When I pulled her out of Hell, she wouldn’t let go. She literally wrapped her arms around my neck and refused to release me.

I did the only thing I could do; I held her back.

For weeks I stayed by her side, comforting her and assuring her things would eventually get better.

She managed to climb inside of me, and then she took off.

Mia Vazquez didn’t get the memo.

She’s mine, and letting go of me doesn’t mean I’ll let go of her.

I’m the fun guy. The one always quick with a joke. The guy who is crazy enough to do wild things to make people smile.

That’s how people see me. That’s who I’ve presented myself to be.

That’s how I introduced myself to Rivet.

The first female Cerberus team member wasn’t impressed with my corny pickup lines and wide smile like the other women I use it on.

And why should she be? She’s seen it all and lived to tell the tale.

She took one look at me and decided she wasn’t interested.

I should move on, but her rejection stings.

I can’t seem to let it go. I can’t get her out of my head.

I also can’t figure out if it’s the chase I crave, or if this woman is someone special I’ve been missing in my life.

So that really only leaves one thing…

Do I show her the real me?

Life can change in the blink of an eye.

As a member of the Cerberus MC, an elite organization that specializes In the rescue and recovery of trafficked women, I’ve seen it happen more than once.

I’ve witnessed how easily a family can be torn apart from a single bad choice.

We’ve been too late before, and have to live with the guilt of how a few hours would’ve changed everything.

Curveballs with lasting effects happen.

I’ve learned to accept that.

But I never imagined the biggest life-altering situation of my life would show up at our door bruised and bloodied, confessing her role in a man’s death.

It’s a lot to wrap my head around. Unfortunately, it’s not even half of the story…

Detective Colton Matthews has experienced a lot in the last ten years.

Promotions. Divorce. Single-dad life.

His work life is as full of surprises as his home life.

But nothing prepared him for her.

Saying yes to the favor asked of the Cerberus MC was a no brainer.

He’s a good guy helping other good guys.

How hard would it be to allow, Sophia, Dominic Anderson’s daughter, to shadow him for a few months to complete a college credit and keep things professional?

The short answer…

Impossible.

Especially when his job puts her in danger.

Falling for a girl I just met was never in my plans.

We had one night together and most days I convince myself that she was an apparition—something I made up in my mind to get me through the hard days.

Then I found her again.

Only she wasn’t happy and smiling, giving me a hard time like she did the day we met.
She was broken…unseeing eyes no longer filled with life.
She was gone because of another person’s disregard for human life.

That night devastated me—transformed me from a person who upheld the law to a man that broke it.

My life was ruined, and all I had to fall back on was the Cerberus MC. Returning to the clubhouse breathed new life and determination into me.

Fake relationships have no place in an adult’s life.
Until they do.

It was one kiss.

One trick to convince her ex she’s in a happy relationship.

One kiss is all it took.

Captivated isn’t a strong enough word.

Haunted is a little closer.

Obsessed fits the bill.

I’m obsessed with Reagan Dunn.

Only Reagan isn’t looking for that happy relationship.

Until she needs me to pretend again.

Pretending is perfect.

Pretending gets me closer.

It gives me the opportunity to prove that we are the perfect combination.

I’ve been many things in my life.
A liar.
A cheater.
A thief.
And I’ve never had a problem with any of it.
I knew my path, knew which direction I was heading when it was all over—straight to Satan’s lair.
I accepted it, reveled in it, and always asked for more.
Nothing would change me, no one could sway me.
Or so I thought.
I knew I was a monster.
I just don’t know how to convince Cara Gibson that I’m her monster.

The first time we met, I was rescuing her from a cult.
The second time I laid eyes on her was when she showed up at Cerberus with a secret, asking me for an unthinkable favor.
What she was offering was something I never thought I could have, so I readily agreed.
I wanted more than just her secret though.
How can I convince my wife to fall in love with me when someone else is threatening to take it all away?

I wouldn’t call it love at first sight, but my body definitely reacted when I saw her.
Getting Faith Robbins under me became my obsession.
I knew I wanted fast and done.
It’s how I always did things.
Looking for anything more with a woman was never in the cards.
I wasn’t like the other guys in the Cerberus MC. I didn’t want more.
It was physical, sating a desire.
Then someone began to seek revenge, and my other instincts kicked in.
Spending time with her was about protecting her, keeping her safe.
Now if only I could remind my heart what the plan was.

I never ran from my past or the only woman I ever loved.
She made sure to stomp me into the ground and demand I forget all about her.
I tried to do just that, and in the twelve years since she ripped my heart out, I’ve done fairly well.
Sometimes I could even go a day or two without thinking of her.
We were never supposed to see each other again, but Grace Neiman just couldn’t stay gone. She couldn’t stay in my past where she put herself.
Facing her again after she was abducted and sold was going to be the toughest challenge of my life.
All I have to do is make sure she stays a part of my history because she made sure I understood love was a joke.
Too bad Grace has other plans.

They say misery loves company, but after losing the love of my life all I wanted was to be completely alone.
Having a young daughter made that impossible.
I couldn’t curl into myself.
I couldn’t spend hours in the dark living in regret.
I couldn’t end it all no matter how many times that thought crossed my mind.
Regretfully, I couldn’t go through life on my own.
I needed help, and although my teammates were there to lend a helping hand, I still needed more than they could offer.
Alyssa Dansby suffered more than any woman ever should.
She came to the Cerberus clubhouse to heal, working in the clubhouse’s nursery.
She was a godsend for my daughter Aria.
She was trouble for me.
I shouldn’t be thinking about the woman caring for my child so soon after my wife’s death.
We were both looking for our new normal.
I never imagined mine would include her.

He ruined a lifelong friendship the night he kissed me.
I spent the next three years avoiding him.
Well… I tried at least.
With my dad being a member of the Cerberus MC and his dad married to one of the members it was virtually impossible.
Just like it was impossible to keep from watching his mouth when he spoke.
The same went for staring at his hands and remembering how they felt on my skin that night.
Senior year of college, after years of keeping our distance, we ended up in the same dorm room.
Avoiding him now is no longer an option…
Landon is a bi-awakening, best friends to enemies to lovers novel.

So I forgot about the night I spent with Sylvie Davis… big deal.
Listing all of my one-night stands would be impossible.
It’s par for the course for any man who decided early in life they’d rather enjoy a buffet instead of a single entrée.
But now my boss has ordered me to accompany her back to her hometown.
His words: She needs a little help.
Translation: I think you could fall for this girl.
Leave it to the MC president, and every other chump in this club, to think I need help where women are concerned.
They think love is the final answer in this game of life. If you don’t have it you’re losing.
I know they’re wrong, but find myself grateful that I agreed to go.
It doesn’t take long for an ex to come sniffing around.
I say he’s bad news.
She says I’m jealous.
With the vibes I’m getting from this guy, I find myself hoping she’s right.
The alternative is bad for everyone concerned.

It takes a lot to shake me, and even when I’m upset, most people wouldn’t even know it.
There was just something about the last job that kept me from keeping my cool.
I know how dangerous it is, and knew even better when I had to be carried away that day, becoming literally less of the man that entered that compound.
I was ordered to rest, recover, and recuperate, all under the watchful eyes of the team’s psychologist.
She was there to get in my head, to watch for signs that I may be a danger to myself.
She became my outlet, the calm to the storm trying to take over in my head.
There would be no problem with what we were doing because the possibility of returning to work with the Cerberus MC was never going to happen, and if there was an off-chance I would, walking away would be easy, right?

Secrets are poison.
They eat away at you from the inside.
I doubt there’s a single person in the club that would have a problem with who I am.
Keeping my mouth shut is all about my own shame.
Who I am isn’t acceptable.
That’s what my Fundamentalist family raised me to believe, but even after leaving home, I couldn’t be myself.
Fighting against it never really became a struggle until the flirty bartender set his eyes on me.
He made me wish for things I couldn’t have.
Resisting him was easy until that first kiss.
Now there’s a very real chance my shame will ruin us both.

Hooking up with a cop was supposed to be fun.
How joking with Detective Lennox Maison about her handcuffs transformed into her actually arresting me was something I could’ve never predicted.
I thought it was a joke at first, but what kind of person would joke about the murder of a local woman?
Lennox claimed I was the last one to see her alive.
I should have an alibi. I should be able to tell them exactly what I was doing that night.
The truth is, I can’t remember, and that argument never holds up in court.
I manage to convince her that I’m innocent, only for it to happen again.
I not only have to worry about being falsely accused of murder, but now I have to worry if I’ve put Lennox in the crosshairs of a serial killer.

In the grand scheme of things five years isn’t a very long time.
It goes by in a blink, literally.
Waking up with no recollection of the last five years is devastating.
The woman I remember loving is with someone else.
The only family I had is gone, and I’m forced to relive those losses all over again.
I’m now a member of Cerberus, and I can’t even recall if I signed on to get Rivet back or if I got over her before joining.
I have no other choice but to cling to the woman hired to help me recover because she’s the only one that knows less about me than I do.
I was afraid of never getting my memory back, but the closer I get to her makes me terrified of what will happen if I do.