A DANGEROUS REALITY #1
Keep your lovers close—and your enemies in bed.
My club sent me to track him down. And when my mission was over, I never wanted another one again. 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.
I’ve never regretted it for an instant. It’s been the ride of my life. But loving another man in the MC world is a risky business. As if our business isn’t already brutal and ruthless enough, Lock’s homophobic sergeant-at-arms Stumpy gets an eyeful of our lovemaking and blackmails us into doing some of his dirty work, or be exposed for what we are—a couple of deviants.
This run into the Indian reservation is sleazy and beneath us, but now I’m cornered, and I’ll do anything to keep my sweet master from being lynched by his club.
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.
I can hear my destiny calling me. Either I’ll slink back to my club like a hetero bounty hunter with no morals—and no respect from anyone in my own backyard—or I’ll step up to the plate and be the lion of the day.
Either way, my lover and I are screwed. Our clubs are going to hound us underground or into another country before we escape this mess—if we don’t die trying.
A GORGEOUS MESS #2
Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul.
ANSON. I was just an innocent mercenary back from fighting the good fight overseas. I was on a quest for my father, my roots, looking for answers. My babymomma had just died of meth-induced diabetes—my only daughter about to follow in her footsteps. Turk Blackburn, Bent Zealots MC Prez, ordered me on a fresh mission to prove myself, my guts, my valor. Infiltrate the Navajo Rez and find out who is claiming the Zealots’ turf and using kids to cook drugs.
My partner is the famous badge slut, Ormond Tangier, known far and wide for his mad oral skills, his subservience to anyone in uniform. Mercenaries don’t wear badges, but my dominant side soon has me all over that seductive Spanish servant. A man may as well have a few laughs while on a fatal mission against the cartel. Because these things never end pleasantly.
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.
ANSON. At first, I swear I’m never falling for that service bottom Ormond. I’m accomplishing this mission and going back to Afghanistan. But I have to wrest control of this Rez land from Iceman and the lethal hit man who has been trailing us. And I’m sure I’d bury anyone who got between me and Ormond. Does that mean I’m in love? God, I hope not. Don’t think I can take that again. Just need to get back onto the open road and blow the dust from my soul.
A LONE STRANGER #3
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.
Too bad that business involves Bond Blackburn, jailbird brother of our Prez, Turk. That guy is so far in denial he’s practically Egyptian. But he even he can’t deny what I saw with my own eyes at the gay club. Sure, I was on my knees paying homage to a Daddy Dom, but Bond can’t pretend he wasn’t getting some oral praise as well. And now they’re telling me I have to work with this hypocrite?
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 couldn’t automatically rise to the top of the heap through my family connections. No, I’m supposed to labor in a noxious sweatshop making product for their pot dispensary. And I have to sneak downtown if I want to get some halfway decent head, because I don’t even want my gay so-called brothers knowing about my shameful hobby.
Now we’re reaching out to the cops to even the score with those Hellfire Nuts who abused Ormond. And that delicious Harte Saxonberg is getting my goat, so by-the-book, such a bleeding heart. I just want to strangle him—or fuck him.
HARTE: I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, one that slab of a man, Bond Blackburn. He kisses me, then punches me. Fucks me, then ignores me. He’s got me so upside-down I’ve lost the clarity I had a week ago when I rode west. Ride west, young man. I could be a steam train if I could just lay down my tracks. But the only name I’m calling out is that sexy convict’s.
A WILD WICKED WEEKEND #4
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.
HAVEN: Ogden is my forever toy, a morsel for me to savor. He says you can’t see the future with tears in your eyes. If we make it through this hell together, we’ll see clearly. The club will know I’ve made my bones when I bring them the killer’s head on a platter.
A CUDDLY TOY #5
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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
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.
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.
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A MUTUAL FRIEND #6
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.
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
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.
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.
you have ghosts, then you have everything.
A LONG CON #7
true story of a giant fake.
BERKELEY. I didn’t
want to leave New York and return to Rough and Ready, the scene of so much
youthful horror. Who else would help my
mother, the queen of all hoarders, her garbage piles of home shopping network
crap, her mummified cats? Discovering my
one-month-old twin in the freezer was the crowning glory. On top of it all, someone breaks in and
steals our silverware. What.
I was just a former WWE wrestler with a traumatic brain injury running small-time
hustling ops when the most chiseled stud I’ve ever beheld comes tearing into a
Bent Zealots party. Berkeley’s chasing
my runner who has stolen his forks and knives, so I take him aside to soothe
him. Soon we’re in his bedroom between
stacks of junk, the walls adorned with his talented, stunning paintings. And we’re locked in a compromising position.
The brain injury gave me an immunity to fear. The only thing I’m terrified of is admitting
I can resist everything but temptation.
Royal is my manager, selling my undiscovered Marcel Duchamp original for
straight bank. But when it goes missing,
we’re off on a crazy, fucked-up mission into the killing fields and sushi
restaurants of Mexico, the pink-painted deserts and Navajo rezzes of
I couldn’t have picked a better partner for this
quest. Royal is a shredded Christ on a
bike, though I’ll never admit I’m a bit in love with him. Why fall in love when I’ve got to go on the
You can't con a con. The longer I’m partnered up with this
musclehead, the harder I fall.
book is not for the faint of heart. It contains scenes of graphic gay sex,
illegal doings, consensual bondage and discipline, frottage, Kinbaku, themes of
Daddy dominance, hunt clubs, deadly fugu,
and violence in general. It’s a full-length novel of 60,000 words. There are no
cheating or cliffhangers, and there are HEAs for all.
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do not apologize for a damned thing.
for the death of my lover led me west, out of the Appalachian holler where
meth-making defined me. I was not that backwoods addict but a clean member of a
motorcycle club where violence and mayhem prevailed. My only outlet was
cruising the dating apps, and yes, catfishing juicy hunks under a fake profile.
Some sleazery just never vanishes. But I was trying.
As an astrophysicist and family man, I was seemingly living the good
life. But the persona I’d kept hidden for decades insisted on bursting forth. I
needed to handle the crazy, so I came out to my wife and children. A heart
attack showed me the path, and it led directly to the loving arms of Van Rossi,
a down-to-earth fellow hillbilly. His rustic persona brought out the lusty,
experimental side of me, and I’d follow him to any jackoff club at the end of
Mountjoy is beyond my redneck reach. I loathe myself for scamming such an
upstanding academic—with such upstanding equipment. My stunning archangel has dropped from heaven
just for me, and I don’t deserve him. And when the Society’s Baggers come to blast
the Bent Zealots MC, Hunt will see the real me. I’m not even brave enough to
follow through on my revenge. How can this beautiful saint see anything in me
at all? I have my whole life to apologize for, but he doesn’t need to apologize
for a fucking thing.
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