When strong statements must be made, Hawk, as the MC’s VP, must be the one to make them. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t consequences, like him landing in jail. Though the club keeps an attorney on retainer, the one who shows up isn’t quite who he’s expecting. Not even close. Feisty, classy, and curvy, this attorney pushes his buttons in all the right ways. And Hawk can’t ignore a challenge. However, she’s so out of his league, he can’t hope for anything more than a few chances to scratch all her itches.

Trip, son of the former president of the Blood Fury MC, is determined to resurrect his dead father's destroyed club. It’ll be a long, difficult road as the new president attempts to rebuild the club from the cold ashes left behind. Bad blood and bitter memories are only some of the obstacles Trip has to overcome. The local police department, Manning Grove PD, is another, since they don’t want to see their small town once again overrun by outlaw bikers. 

Meet the men of Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of their lives. This is Max's story.

Welcome back to Manning Grove...Enjoy a trip back to the quaint town in Northern Pennsylvania, where the Bryson brothers are celebrating Christmas in this special holiday edition of the Brothers in Blue series. Come visit with Max and Amanda, Marc and Leah, and Matt and Carly while they wrangle their kids, along with Greg, Menace, and Chaos, too! Joining in on the fun, the man we can’t forget (because he won’t let us), Teddy, and his fiancé, Adam. And, of course, Ron and Mary Ann, the parents/grandparents we all wish were our own.

Toni’s no stranger to making mistakes. She has experienced firsthand how walking down the wrong path can send life spiraling out of control. Fortunately, she had someone to drag her from the gutter and help set her on the right track. As penance for the poor choices of her past, she pledges to suppress her baser desires and focus on finding a steady, dependable man, even if that means embracing a boring lifestyle.

Mace Walker can't wait to get home. Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he's faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn't belong there!

They call me Ghost for a reason. Silent and in the shadows, I don't make my move until I am absolutely sure of everything. Four years ago I was sure about Jenna. My best friend's kid sister had grown up into a spitfire I couldn't resist. One night we stopped resisting. We promised we'd keep it a secret. It was a one-time mistake, but we'd put it behind us. Jenna tried to get out of our corrupt town, but it pulled her back in again. Now she needs help. I'll do all of that for her, if she'll just shut the hell up and let me. She can even keep all of her secrets, except for one.

I'm the Enforcer for the Demented Sons MC. I don't do beach hook-ups with a prim-ass school teacher. And I sure as hell don't obsess over the chick afterward. But that's exactly what I did. Remembering every inch of her luscious body, every damn sound she’d uttered — I fell into a hole I couldn’t crawl out of. A five foot nothing, legs for days, hole.

I'm a loyal member of the Demented Sons MC. My priorities were my club and my family. Add in one sick bastard trying to pick us off, and I sure as hell didn’t need relationship complications. Enter: one hot waitress. A chance meeting. One wild night. By morning, I was gone. Maybe I'd used her, but she'd utterly ruined me. Brothers dropping like flies, adrenaline in my veins, she would've been a dangerous distraction - one I couldn't afford. At the worst possible moment, I made her a reckless promise. A promise I wouldn't keep.

As President of the Demented Sons MC, I don’t have time in my life for a woman. It’s not easy running a chapter and raising a teenager alone. Except sometimes life nails you like a freight train. Nothing prepared me for her. A ghost from the past, she barreled in wanting something from me I wasn’t prepared to give. Trying to keep my club together and my daughter from going off the rails, while staying under my enemy’s radar had me wound tight. Haunted by icy blue eyes and a sexy smile, I caved...Now I’m caught in a web that’s destined to get me killed.

As the VP of Kings of Retribution MC, I live and breathe club life. After suffering the loss of two women in my life, I grew cold and indifferent to the idea of love. I don't need to let anyone in. I've seen the aftermath it can leave in its quake. The last thing I'm looking for is someone to fill the void, until Bella Jameson.

I don’t apologize or regret the destruction I’m about to cause. I’m at peace with what I must do...nothing can or will stand in my way. Not even the raven-haired beauty with golden eyes who haunts my dreams. No one is innocent in the story of my life. Fairy tales don’t exist! I. Make. No. Excuses. Everyone needs to atone, and I’m the man who is going to see to it.

Morris has always dedicated himself to his brothers in the MC, choosing the freedom of the open road over the monotony of family life. But a chance encounter with a single mother on the run causes his protective alpha instincts to kick into overdrive.

Kincaid: 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 Emmalyn Mikaelson doesn't have a clue what she's gotten herself into by jumping on the back of my bike. Shadow: I'm no stranger to a woman warming my bed. 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.

Vegas is where good people go to sin. Reno is where the bad ones go. Amid the drugs, weapons, and trafficking, a murder-for-hire market has emerged. And my motorcycle club is right in the thick of it. If you can pay, we have a million different ways to solve your problem. You want someone to vanish without a trace? The Great Basin Desert is almost 200,000 square miles of “nobody will ever find you”. You want to make a statement? We’ve been known to hang bodies from the Reno Arch.