Courageous lives forever.
King:  I’m just a mild-mannered truck driver trying to do right and make it through each day. When my rig was held up by neo-Nazi thugs, they stole a shipment intended for the Bent Zealots MC.  I need to make it right by the bikers. 
During a rumble at the clubhouse, I found myself brutally dry-humping a dark, smoky biker.  Appalled by my behavior, I slunk off with the racists, squatting in an empty office building.  Talk about hitting rock bottom.
Anton:  Stinging from the most savage breakup of my life, I took to the road in my new occupation: demonologist.  The Zealots have just the job for me—figuring out what the fuck is eating Barclay Samples, a Prospect who’s been slicing and dicing small animals to drink their healing blood.
I found a new partner in my quest to exorcise Barclay’s demon—the studly trucker who manhandled me in the brawl.  Our attraction is one for the ages, made in heaven.  We can bring each other out of our shells in the accepting environment of the gay MC, but the dark forces of the white power men and the devil controlling poor Barclay have taken the upper hand.
King:  Body parts began appearing, both in town and in our kitchen.  We have a mind-blowing choice: admit defeat or return fire with every tool in our arsenal. 

If you have ghosts, then you have everything.

Publisher’s Note: This book is not for the faint of heart. It contains scenes of graphic gay sex, illegal doings, consensual bondage and discipline, cannibalism, graphic depictions of the dark arts, and violence in general. It’s a full-length novel of 65,000 words rated 18+ due to possible triggers. There are no cheating or cliffhangers, and HEAs for all.

Thou Shalt Be Badass.

Tanner Principato is a gruff, surly combat vet who has cobbled together a livelihood flying rescue dogs to forever homes.  When Tanner makes good on a promise to Bare Bones MC lawyer Slushy and brings a puppy to a lonely member, he is caught in the middle of a mystery.  Tanner’s innate kindness means he volunteers to track down the missing bride of the club’s fentanyl dealer, Tutti Morgan, the “Walter White of Flagstaff.”  Bare Bones territory looks even more inviting to Tanner when he’s paired up with a friend of the vanished newlywed, Unity Mitford.

A rape victim, Unity’s job as spokesmodel for cannabis companies brings her into the limelight with many men.  Men she teases.  Men she avoids.  Terrified of intimacy, Unity has developed a wide array of survival skills to keep men at bay.  When she starts working with Tanner, for the first time she questions some of these methods of isolation.  Does she really want to resist the dashing, commanding, and carved pilot?  He calls her the Queen of Heaven after a Kama Sutra position, and he leaves his mark on her heart.

Their fling—and detective partnership—comes to a grinding halt when Unity finds out what Tanner spent ten years in prison for.  She can’t throw her missing friend under the bus, but she will never—never!—waste another minute in the presence of such a vile asshole as Tanner Principato.

Like the injured and abused animals he’s worked with, Tanner knows to proceed slowly with Unity.  If terrified by sudden movement, animals can keel over, dead.  And Tanner knows that . . .

if you’re going to race with the devil, you got to be fast as hell.

Publisher’s Note:  This is Book #8 in the Bare Bones MC series.  This book is a standalone and can be read out of order, but the series is best read in order to gain the full experience.  This is not your mother’s contemporary romance.  Daring readers will encounter violence, gun play, and a backstory involving rape, one MM encounter, and a HEA.  It is not for the faint of heart.  It’s a full-length novel of 66,000 words with no cliffhanger.  Recommended 18+ due to mature content and possible triggers.

He depends on the kindness of strangers.

Fremont:  As mining geologist, I scouted out uranium on the rez.  My boss was an unstable tyrant who would tolerate no deviance from his sociopathic plan.  I found uranium, all right—making the Navajo hogans glow, their corn shine green from space, their cattle keel over, twisted and deranged.

It was a game-changer when I realized what decades of this poison was doing to the people.  And a chance meeting with the white priest who had chosen his own deviance in the desert, well, my destiny was changed forever.  I’ve been down, but I haven’t been out.  And Father Moloney is the premier guide to assist me on this coming out journey. 

Father Noel:  A cancer invaded our land.  My parishioners were dying at a high rate, their limbs gnarled, fingers fused together, useless.  But I never expected my crisis of faith to come in the form of a built, ripped geologist.

I dreamt of Fremont’s arrival, his backpack bristling with scientific instruments.  He holds the future of my congregation in his beautiful hands.  Will he go up against the powerful conglomerate, risking health and fortune to help us?  More than that, he’s stolen my soul with his vulnerable, down-to-earth honesty. 

At first I saw Fremont as a fun distraction, a sort of cuddly toy to play with, to dominate and control.  He’s much more than that—he pushes back and has me on my knees.  I was sent here to this hellhole as punishment for toying with a subordinate on another rez.  Little did they know this poisonous, gorgeous desert would be my salvation.

Now binge-read the entire acclaimed MM-MC series. Book 1: A Dangerous Reality. An Amazon Top 10 bestseller. TURK. My club sent me to track him down. When I found him, I kicked the crap out of Havelock Singer. I issued the mightiest beatdown of all time. Problem is, we’re evenly matched. We’re equals in every way, and when we finished whaling on each other, exhausted, we fell into each other’s arms. 

LOCK. When that kingpin Carmine Rojas got a load of my beautiful stallion Turk Blackburn, he’d stop at nothing to have him—and Rojas gets what he wants. It’s my fault we’re in this situation. I should’ve kicked Turk’s ass and sent him packing back to The Bare Bones. I wasn’t even close to being ready to come out, but now they’re forcing my hand. 

Book 2: A Gorgeous Mess
Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul.

ANSON: I was just a mercenary back from fighting the good fight overseas. I was on a quest for my father, my roots, looking for answers. Turk Blackburn, Bent Zealots MC Prez, ordered me on a fresh operation to prove myself, my guts, my valor. Infiltrate the Navajo Rez and find out who is claiming the Zealots’ turf, using kids to cook drugs. 

ORMOND: I was flung into a life-or-death battle against the slimy Iceman, leader of a rival MC. Iceman is running all sorts of questionable ops on Bent Zealots land, and now Anson and I have to prove our street creds just to stake a claim in our own backyard. I’m a friend of cops, firemen, and soldiers alike, but suddenly I only want one man ordering me around. Anson Dineyazzie, macho half-breed hired gun, has stolen more than just my heart. This was never supposed to happen. 

Book 3: A Lone Stranger
Ride on. Ride on.

HARTE: After a world-changing run-in with the guy I thought was my father, I went on the road to find myself. I patched over to The Bent Zealots MC, an out-and-proud club on the Colorado River. A cock virgin, I raced to experience all I could, eagerly sniffing every nook and cranny, a whole new existence offered up by Grindr. But when Ormond Tangier was assaulted by a rival club, I quickly got down to brass tacks, to show my new brothers I was all business. 

BOND: This club is a fucking joke. How’s a man supposed to make a new start after the joint? First, my own brother forced me to prospect. I’m supposed to labor in a noxious sweatshop making product for their pot dispensary. And I have to sneak downtown if I want some halfway decent head, because I don’t even want my gay so-called brothers knowing about my shameful hobby. 

Book 4: A Wild Wicked Weekend
When they do right, no one remembers. When they do wrong, no one forgets.

HAVEN: At forty-five, I was a washed-up racecar driver, a Daddy Dom who had searched the world over for his power bottom, his submissive. Fuck, I was still a Prospect for the Bent Zealots MC. That’s how I came to be in the clubhouse while most of them were raising hell at a Vegas rally. Word came there was a stiff down on the Rez, and the Zealots were getting blamed for it. My mission included a clownish reject from a rival club name of Mike Drop, and a mysterious half-breed who would change my life forever. 
OGDEN: I met Haven there in the desert, standing over the disemboweled corpse of a tourist. After I made a sleazy deal that would help solve the mystery and clear the Zealots’ name, that muscle daddy gave me a tongue-lashing of a lifetime. Have more self-respect, Haven said. As the bastard half-Navajo basketballer who had frittered away a scholarship, I was a bad penny. Haven, with his powerful mastery at training and molding me, gave shape to my form.

Great outlaws lost their lives to Ford.  Great ladies lost their hearts.

Ford Illuminati, Prez of the famed Bare Bones MC, is in the crosshairs of Noodlum, a whacked thug recently joined with the Cutlasses.  When Ford’s company steals some highway workers of theirs, Noodlum lashes out with subterfuge, placing fake news stories about the club and stealing their identities to charge Cialis and penis weights.

But the clincher is when Noodlum targets Ford’s old lady, Madison.  His twisted obsession with Madison puts Ford on the alert, and Santiago Slayer on his trail.  But things haven’t been going well between Ford and Maddy lately.  His two jobs—Prez of the MC and his construction company—have got him working more than double time.  Neglected and feeling unloved, Maddy has a meltdown when a patient of hers dies.  She needs to do something different—something fulfilling.

When she works at a clinic on the Indian Rez, a heartthrob doctor catches her eye.  But he’s not the real menace.  Noodlum has come unhinged, targeting the light of Ford’s life—Madison Illuminati.  Ford is forced to play along with the whacko’s games, step by step.  It will take the combined forces of his club and his company to emerge triumphant . . . to save his one true love and reclaim their marriage.