Bøger af Kerri Ann

Charged and explosive. Like a keg of dynamite... Ryker Women come when I call. Panties drop--if they're wearing them, and we both get what we need. No relationships, no attachments, just a good time. So when Kate came into my shop with her wrecked car, her snappy wit, sassiness and fiery attitude immediately made me want her. Only thing is... She's the exact trouble I don't need. Kate Trust no one. Trust nothing. Believe in only yourself. Alone is safe. When you're running from the mafia that destroyed your family, and continually attempts to murder you, you'd find that safe too. Pulling up to the garage, I'm annoyed by the sinful, broody, crass mouthed mechanic. His cocky attitude urges me to fight him at every turn. His smarmy smile makes me want to knock it right off his face. But... He does smell fantastic. And that linebacker chest begs for scars. Maybe a quick stop can't hurt? From the bestselling author Kerri Ann, Charged is a standalone romance mafia story.

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even...Who's kidding, who?This was the Broken Bows MC clubhouse. There's always something stirring.Busta and the boys had gone through hell recently with the DEA, a nasty cartel and a battle with a rival club. So everyone by this point deserved a bit of downtime, happiness and tinsel. Would it happen?Not a chance.In this short Christmas story Busta, his girl Oubliette, and the boys of the Broken Bows find themselves in odd frivolity, alcoholic antics and strangely unorthodox positions with a saddle. Like usual, in Bows fashion, there's even a secret that would have you wish you'd skipped to the last page.Enjoy the eggnog, the insanity, and the merriment that is a holiday in a Broken Bows MC clubhouse at Christmas.

They never tell you that after graduating college that you would be so desperate. That without a job or a penny to your name you'd work anywhere. Seeing the help wanted sign on the doors of the Humble Gentlemen's club, I thought it would be an easy job. That slinging drinks all day would be a quick buck. That I could just do my job and go home. It was easy until it wasn't.When I witnessed something that I shouldn't have, I was unwillingly thrust into the middle of an all-out MC war that had been waging for years. I was captive to their whims and without a friend in the world. Until him. He was my captor.Busta was arrogant, ruthless, and a complete prick. Busta frightened me to my core, but I know that if I want to gain my freedom, I'd need to find a chink in his armor. I'd have to pull all the stops if I wanted my life back.I thought the job would be simple. I was wrong. As the Enforcer for our MC, I do what I'm told. If my President says to jump, I jump higher than needed to prove I'm up to the task. So, when the bartender from a rival club just happens to see something she shouldn't, I'm tasked with holding her hostage until I get the intel or eliminate her if needed. It's easy, simple, and a job I excel at. Normally, I do at least.Thing is, her sass, and her strength in the face of defeat as she's subjected to a no-win situation, surprises even me. As I learn what she's hiding I find myself going against the club to protect her. The real problem is her truths are unraveling my lies. I'm not everything the club thinks I am, and she could cost me everything I've worked so hard for.Is she worth my life? Is she worth everything?

There's no use in lying to myself, Jamieson Crown is everything I want.I'm drawn to his arrogance when I should avoid him. He's cocky. Sinfully hot. Dangerous to my libido. A single moment could get him out of my system. A single delectable moment.The only problem, my secrets could kill him. Literally. Is one sip of Whiskey worth it? Or could it destroy us both?

Arresting her will be the biggest mistake of my career.- Officer Risen MasonStepping away from his cruiser, he's every woman's wet dream. The mountainous thick chest that stretches for miles. The colorful tattoos peeking out under the cuff of his shirt. Then there's those stark blue eyes framed by his sinful face...Officer Mason is heavenly. Well, he was until he arrested me. He's now the enemy and I'm about to make his life a living hell...

Wyatt Crown was mine. I was his.I'd been cherished by a man that had once cherished nothing. Feeling his hands on my body. His breath on my skin. The soft whisper of him caresses my soul. He was imprinted on my soul. In that moment I didn't feel alone anymore. I do now.After the crash, I fear the outcome of those I love. I'm afraid as my world crumbles. Calling out in the cold darkness, the lack of a reply crushes me. My heart breaks. Shredding into a million pieces, it leaves me broken and scarred.Why am I going through this again?

Casper Crown on a motorcycle is fearless. He's the man everyone wants to be. Every woman wants to say they've had him and most have.I swore I wouldn't let it happen to me. I wouldn't fall prey to his dangerous charisma, but standing at his race tent my resolve is waning. It'll take everything in me to win against his charm.Did I think the rich racer that had everything could be so hollow? So...broken inside? Ten minutes ago, two women graced his bed and now he wants me. Everything he does is to fill the hole in his soul that he cannot repair. It'll take more than a few sweet words to prove I'm worth more to him than a quick one-night stand.