Stephanie Brother's Blog - Posts Tagged "outlaw-sons-mc"

I’m launching a brand new biker romance series, and I’m so excited about it! Meet Ghost, Tex and Riot, three panty-droppingly delicious members of the Outlaw Sons who find themselves with poor, innocent Jessica as their hostage. Jessica’s life has been anything but a dance on roses, and when they steal her away, she never wants to go back, even if it means living at the hands of a band of dangerous criminals. Of course, it doesn’t take long before she’s got the boys on her side and sparks fly, both in the bedroom and outside it.

If you like sinfully spice, over the top action and three deadly and handsome men who will do anything to keep their woman safe and happy, then Outlaws’ Property might just be the book for you!

The Outlaw Sons exist in the same world as the Screaming Eagles, so if you’ve read those books, you might notice a little reference here and there, but Outlaws’ Property is fully standalone, and written so that there is no need to know about anything else to fully enjoy the story and characters.

So if that doesn’t have you ready to go meet them, maybe a little sample will?


Jessica

Where am I?

My eyes pop open, showing me an unfamiliar wall.

Last night comes back to me in fragments. Bar, rock music, drinking… kisses. Oh my God, the kisses. I kissed all of them. Tex, Riot and Ghost. And I liked it. A lot. I think I even did pretty well, not that I have anything to compare it to, but they didn’t have any complaints and I’m pretty sure guys like them know the difference between a good kiss and a bad one.

I just can't believe I actually did it.

The bed shifts, and someone makes a low, sleepy noise. I slap a hand over my mouth, holding in the squeak of surprise. I turn as carefully as possible to see who I’m sharing a bed with, because I’m very sure it isn’t Anne.

Ghost is asleep beside me. He’s kicked off the blanket, and his head is turned the other way, with one arm slung over his eyes. I want to reach out and touch him, but it might break the spell.

His hair is undone and loose on his pillow. It’s shaved close on the sides, but long enough down the center to let him bind it back most of the time. Red glints in his short beard, and his lips are slightly parted. My eyes trail down his body, taking in the light dusting of hair on his chest that thickens as it approaches his boxers. His torso is covered in scars, signs of a dangerous life lived. Really dangerous, from the looks of it. And where there aren’t scars, there are colorful tattoos, just like up and down his arms. At least there aren’t any girlfriend names that I can see. Then my eyes drop lower.

My mouth goes dry, and it has nothing to do with not drinking enough water before I fell asleep.

Wow, from the look of the bulge under those shorts, he’s big everywhere.

What if I… No, I can’t. But he’s so still, so deeply asleep.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I inch my fingers closer to his leg. The moment my skin brushes his, he stirs. I quickly pull my hand back, biting my lip as he shifts in bed and sighs. The moment he settles back into sleep, I can’t help it. My hand slides down again, and I trace my fingers lightly across his thigh. I feel him stir, and then, all at once he jackknifes in bed and has me pinned beneath him before I can react, a knife at my throat that came out of nowhere.

I stay completely still, heart pounding like a rabbit caught in a snare. The most terrifying part is that I don't even think he knew he was doing it, because I'm inches from his face and I can see as comprehension fills his eyes and the tension in his body slowly fades. The hand holding the knife relaxes, but the blade stays in his grip. He looks like a feral creature, still ready to strike.

The Outlaw Sons: mercenary, dangerous and drop dead sexy.

This is the second book in the Property of Outlaw Sons MC series, but don’t worry if you missed the first book, since they’re all standalone, but in the same story universe.

Savage, Crank and Poe, three rugged, dangerous and downright sinfully sexy members of the Outlaw Sons MC, are hunting a bounty contract for a runaway. But when they find her, Paige is nothing like what they expected, and the more they learn, the more obvious it is that she’s the real victim in the situation. They’re not supposed to fall for their target, but how can they not, when she’s exactly the kind of woman that gets their motors running. The hunted becomes the hunter, and with her bikers now working to keep her safe instead of bringing her in, she might finally have a fighting chance!

If you like delicious spice, wild action, and absolute devotion from three of the deadliest, panty-meltingest rogues you’ll ever find, then why not give Outlaws’ Runaway a read?

The Outlaw Sons exist in the same world as the Screaming Eagles, so if you’ve read those books, you might notice a little reference here and there, but Outlaws’ Property is fully standalone, and written so that there is no need to know about anything else to fully enjoy the story and characters.

How about a little introduction to the boys?


Paige

The front door chimes, so I grab a stack of menus and turn to the door.

And stop dead in my tracks.

Wow.

Dark, mossy pupils with jade flecks widen when the biker sees me, like he's spotted something he likes, but his expression gives nothing away. My pulse spikes immediately, adrenaline surging while my two working brain cells spin out of control on the hamster wheel in my skull. His short hair is thick and dark, with just a hint of red in it. A closely trimmed beard traces the outline of his defined jaw. He's built strong, his black T-shirt clinging to him in all the right places underneath his biker vest. Dark tattoos snake up his bare, muscled arms, and narrow hips give him that perfect upside down V-shape of someone who works his body hard.

I wet my bone dry lips, swallowing thickly as I try to remember what I’m supposed to be doing.

He rakes that emerald gaze from my face, all the way down to my feet and right back up. If he was a book, his cover would say: ‘Content warning: do not read in public’. And I get the feeling he isn’t even trying. Just by existing, he’s making me wonder if I should forget all my troubles and go for a ride.

“Uh…”

He grins. “Got room for three?”

Oh right. This is planet earth. I'm at work. Just not doing a very good job of it. I don't trust my voice to come out as more than a squeak, so I nod and gesture towards a booth by the window.

“Table, if you don’t mind.” He plucks a menu out of my hand and heads towards an empty spot.

Once he looks away, my heartbeat settles for a moment.

And then speeds right back up.

Two more men walk in, wearing the same kind of leather vest. The first is a giant, with a thick beard and a shaved head. Thick brows emphasize his deep blue eyes, and he grins when he sees me staring. I can’t look at him without wondering what it would be like to have those big, strong arms around me, and to rest my head on the center of his broad chest. Would it be smooth? Fuzzy? Covered in tattoos? He's pure bulk. His gray T-shirt is straining at the seams, and his jeans are so tight over his thighs that I can make out how his corded muscles move as he walks. He could take three of me and juggle us without breaking a sweat.

He reaches out and takes a menu from my frozen hand. Naked bodies writhe together in a colorful tattoo sleeve that starts at his left wrist and vanishes into his shirt. I can’t look away, shocked to see just about every sex position I can imagine and some I couldn't until just now. It's like a big knotwork puzzle, except it's all porn. Expertly drawn, but porn. My face glows hot, and I don't know if I'm embarrassed, scandalized, or just plain turned on.

“Thank you, honey.” He grins, and his smile is just as big and broad as the rest of him. Where the heck did these guys come from? We've had plenty of bikers through here in the few days I've been around, and some have been cute, but none have been like this.

I gesture the way his friend went, I guess in case he didn’t notice? Maybe they didn’t want a booth because he wouldn’t fit. Oh my God, my subconscious is obsessed. I shake my head to clear it.

The third biker cocks his head and watches me like he can hear every mortifying thought. His thick dark hair is long, hanging free on either side of his handsome face. He’s the youngest of the three, lean and strong with cheekbones that could cut glass. His full lips are way too sexy and kissable for his own good. At first glance, he doesn’t have the same
overwhelming aura of danger, but when our eyes meet, everything changes. His beauty transforms into a deadly trap. A beautiful panther, showing off soft fur and hoping I don’t notice the sharp teeth and blood-tipped claws until it’s too late. With only a whisper of a smile, he strips my clothes off one by one until I'm left naked and exposed to him.

I clutch the last menu to my chest like I can hide behind it.

“Easy. We don't bite. Much.” He runs a finger over the back of my hand and takes the menu, sliding it from my numb grasp. His arms are bare, but there’s a hint of a black tattoo peeking out from his t-shirt collar and running up his neck.

I’m a strong, independent woman, raised to stand up for myself and not shrink away and hide. If Mom was here, she would laugh and say, “Pull yourself together, Paige. Feed them enough beans and they’ll fart like the rest of us.” Now, she used to say that about people who thought they were better than us, not stupidly hot bikers, but I think the lesson still stands. People are people, no matter how good looking. And yet, here I am, struggling to get a word out.

He chuckles under his breath as he joins his friends. On the back of all three of their jackets is the same big skull logo with some machine parts crossed behind it, almost like a pirate flag, and in curved text over it reads, “Outlaw Sons.”

Oooooh, crap. These aren’t just hot guys with motorcycles. They’re bad news in tempting packages, even if my gut is telling me to roll over and let them pet my tummy.

The Outlaw Sons MC are back, rougher and sexier than ever!

This is the third book in the Property of Outlaw Sons MC series, but don’t worry if you missed the first book, since they’re all standalone, but in the same story universe.

—Dragon takes a step forward, putting himself close enough that I can smell the sharp forest scent of soap on his skin. “When a pretty girl dresses up and crashes one of our parties, every man in here is gonna assume she’s here for one thing,” he whispers right in my ear—

Willow, an innocent romance author who’s landed her first book deal has never actually… fully gotten there, if you know what I mean? Luckily, Skyhigh, Blackout and Dragon are three very experienced bikers who have taken on the task of teaching her everything she needs to know to write a spicy romance that’ll knock your socks off.

Everything else comes off as well, of course! 😉

But MC members lead dangerous lives, and what is fun and games in one moment turns into the kind of life-threatening danger that only her big, bad, possessive biker teachers can save her from. It’ll keep you at the edge of your seat, right up to the nerve-racking finale.

But of course there’s a happily ever after, just in case you were worried!

If you like hot spice with a dash of cuffs and a spreader bar, over-the-top action, and three roguish, deadly, panty-melting bikers who’ll burn down the world to keep their woman safe, then Outlaws’ Dirty Secret is just waiting for you.

How about a little introduction to the boys?


Willow

Before I can decide, three huge men vault over the fence from the property next door. They’ve been working on the house for the past week so it shouldn’t be a surprise that they’re shirtless, but my jaw still drops at being so close to the miles of tan skin and tattoos they’re showing off. All of them are scanning the yard, looking ready to bust heads and kick ass.

I’d probably appreciate the view a lot more if I wasn’t so focused on the potential murder victim in my backyard.

“What happened?” the tallest snaps like an order.

His long, dark hair is pulled back with a leather band, and a massive dragon tattoo spirals out around his torso, so detailed it looks ready to spit fire. He’s lean and strong, with sharp features and a pale scar cutting down his throat. It starts behind his left ear and looks like it's lucky it didn’t kill him.

I point in the direction of my gruesome find. “B—bones…”

“Bones?” A second man eyes me with bright blue eyes under a desert camo print baseball cap. His broad shoulders give him a perfect V-shape that narrows to his hard six-pack. Bands of black ink circle his arms and short, dark blond beard graces his square jaw. Worn jeans hug his muscular thighs as he moves to investigate closer, the faded outline of a wallet clear over his tight butt.

“Easy, girl,” the third man says in a deep, smooth baritone as he walks to my side. “Whatever you found hasn’t been a problem for anyone for a long, long time. Let Skyhigh and Dragon check it out. What’s your name, honey? Look at me.” His tone is gentle, but it’s used to being obeyed.

I look up into deep green eyes flecked with brown like moss on a forest floor. His reddish brown hair falls in short, wild curls, but there’s nothing boyish about him. Not with the black studs in his ears and the nose that looks like someone broke it long ago and he set it himself. But he’s striking. They all are, in that ‘this isn’t a good idea but it might be worth it anyway’ kind of way.

I rub my hand over the leg of my pants, still feeling the brittle dryness of the bone in my fingers. “Wi—Willow.”

“Pretty name for a pretty lady,” he says with a grin. “I’m Blackout.”

Blackout, Skyhigh and Dragon?

The fourth book in the Outlaw Sons MC series is out, and I’m so thrilled!

Lash is the most easy-going, Stiff is living each day like it’s his last, and Jackal is cool under pressure and loyal to a fault—to the club, to Dakota and to Logan, the little boy she’s become mother to.

And when Dakota is chased by criminals, dirty cops and a murderer, the only ones she can trust are the dangerous bikers who have fallen head over heels for her and become Logan’s heroes after they rescued him.

It’s action packed, sexy and full of love!

I’ve come to love my boys in the Outlaw Sons as much as I do the ones in the Screaming Eagles, and I love seeing the club develop as we move forwards, whether we’re getting to know Hector behind the bar at the Burnout better, or the tension between Hellfire and Grimm develop. But if you haven’t read the earlier books, don’t worry, since they’re all standalone stories and can be read in any order.

How about a little teaser?


Lash

For a moment I stand there, listening. To my right, something thunks against a rusty garbage container, followed by a soft, unhappy noise, like an injured kitten. I splay my hand out at my side, quietly indicating to my friends to wait. I take another step forwards and spot the toe of a tiny sneaker. Shit.

I crouch down low. “It’s alright. I know I might look a little scary, but nobody’s going to hurt you.”

Slowly, a second shoe joins the first, and then a small, dirty face pokes around the side of the container. A boy who can’t be older than four or five is staring at me with wide eyes and messy brown hair. “Are you one of the motorcycle men?” he whispers.

I want to laugh, but I can tell it’s taking every ounce of courage he has to not crawl back into his hiding spot. “Yeah, I guess I am. Where’s your mom, kiddo?”

He crouches down a couple feet in front of me, mimicking my posture, but he hides his face behind his knees. He’s only wearing a thin hoodie with a cartoon dog on the front, and on his back is a small plastic backpack with the same dog. “Work,” he mumbles into his legs.

“Does she know where you are?”
His head shakes in a tiny, silent ‘no’, and he shuffles a little closer without looking up.

Other than freaked out and a little dirty, he looks like someone’s been taking care of him. His clothes aren’t anything fancy, but they fit and they aren’t falling apart, and he doesn’t have the hollow, desperate look of a kid who doesn’t know where their next meal is coming from. Someone is going to be looking for this kid if they aren’t already.

I put out my hand, and he lets me tug him to my side. “Come on, let’s figure out what to do with you, okay?” I slip off my cut and wrap it around him, backpack and all.

He lets out a little sigh at the added warmth and looks up. “Aunt Georgia said to find you.”

“She did, huh? Where’s your Aunt, buddy?”

“She said—she said you only look scary.” A tear rolls down his cheek, and he rubs at it with his fist. “But I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

We can be plenty scary, but I don’t correct him. There’s a lot of people that have good reason to fear us, but this kid isn’t one of them. “That’s a good rule. I’m Lash. What’s your name?”

“L—Logan.”

“There you go. Now we’re not strangers.” I can tell from his squint that even at his age he doesn’t quite buy my logic, but he’s cold, scared, and for some reason, someone he knows told him to trust us. “I’m going to pick you up, okay? And take you somewhere warm so we can keep you safe until we can get you back to your family.”

He nods.

I stand up, and when I reach down, he holds up his arms and lets me swing him up against my chest. Awkwardly, I hold him up with one arm under his butt and the other wrapped around his back. His scrawny arms go around my neck. I know kids are pretty resilient or they’d never make it through half the shit they get up to, but he feels so small in my arms that I’m afraid I’ll break him without meaning to. Jackal and Stiff look about as confused as I feel as I carry Logan out of the alley.

“Guys, this is Logan. Logan, these are my friends, Stiff and Jackal.”

Logan buries his face in my shirt, hiding.

“Is there a lost and found for kids?” Stiff asks.

Jackal grunts. “Yeah, the cops. You want to make that call?”

It feels like he’s my responsibility, but I’m a little out of my depth here. “Maybe we could drop him off at a daycare? They’d know what to do, right?”

That gets Logan’s attention. He twists in my arms, panicking. “No! She said stay with you! You said you’d help!”

“Hey, relax little man. We won’t let anything happen to you,” Jackal reassures him.

We can’t just stand around on the sidewalk with a kid. “We’ll take him to the club. He said his aunt told him to find us but it looks like he got scared and hid. Maybe one of the guys has a girlfriend and there’s been a mixup or something. We're grown fucking men. We can handle a kid for an hour or whatever." I adjust Logan so I can point towards the club. “You see down there? That’s where we live. Want to go see a motorcycle?”

For the first time, curiosity overwhelms his fear and he almost smiles. Logan nods. He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Why are your names weird?”

I stifle a laugh. "It's a motorcycle man thing."

After thinking about it for a second, he nods, like that made total sense.