Welcome to the world of the Jericho Brotherhood! Where loyalty binds the men and women in a family like no other. They live in the gray between what the law allows and what freedom requires. Read about how the leaders rebuild the Jericho Brotherhood with blood, sweat, and risks. Each step brings a new challenge and a new woman that challenges the bikers' ideas of the future.
She wanted nothing to do with me. Well, that's too f*cking bad.
My MC brothers call me Dare for a reason. I never back down from a challenge. And Lila was the sweetest challenge I ever faced. From the moment she walked into my tattoo shop, she was going to end up in my bed. Tied up, moaning my name and begging for more.
I didn't know what we would turn into, let alone how hard it'd be to stay away after my selfish ass sent her packing. But to get her back, to prove she's more to me than a quick lay, I'll have to tell her the secret I've been hiding from everyone. Before she's gone forever.
Pain is my addiction and tattoos are my art. In the Jericho Brotherhood MC, I'm the man to get the job done. That's why they call me Rock.
From the first dance, I knew Avery Winston wasn't a fast f*ck. One taste will never be enough when it comes to her. I crave her sweet
skin and sassy mouth.
I screwed up and she sent me packing. With my second chance, I'll do
anything to keep her by my side. But that ain't easy.
When we f*ck I forget my name, but I never planned to love her. I never thought I'd make her my old lady.
From our very first scene, we've been fighting for control. She's the one woman who can bring me to my knees, make me beg. Make me feel.
Now I need to give it all up to save her.
These bonds don’t break
Bounty hunting is in my blood. For generations, there’s been a Jackson running Jackson Bail Bonds and that tradition won’t end on my watch. But my father would much rather see a ring on my finger than a pair of cuffs in my hands, and now I have thirty days to either tie the knot or come up with five hundred grand.
Bonds are my business. I live for the hunt, and if it makes a hefty chunk of change, all the better. The Jericho Brotherhood is the only commitment I intend to make in this life and I swore there’d never be a woman on the back of my bike…until I watched Elle Jackson take down a thug with a smile and a Taser.
The by-the-book detective and the badass bounty hunter: opposites attract as they’re forced to work together
A modern-day Bonnie and Clyde, will kill again unless I stop them. I need help—and help in this case looks like bad-boy bondsman JoJo Marcone.
Good. Bad. Right. Wrong. Gray is dangerous, and Marcone is the most annoying shade of gray—the one that pushes me from merely turned on to totally insatiable.
Tracking down a skip for Jericho Bail Bonds doesn’t usually involve partnering with a hot lady detective, but this is no ordinary case. Too much blood has been spilled on my watch, and with the mob after us, it’s getting harder to keep Charlie safe.
It would be easier if she’d stop stealing my bike.