the leather of their vests and a trail of bodies lie in their wake, but the
Forsaken Motorcycle Club isn't done yet. Carlo Mancuso still needs to pay for
his sins. Nobody knows that more than Ian Buckley, the Treasurer for Forsaken.
mixed with pain and he's only ever at peace when he's doling out justice.
Convinced that he's too unstable and sadistic to take an Old Lady, he keeps his
trysts, like all of his relationships, brief and anonymous. But with his club
at war, and the stakes being so personal, Ian's feeling the events around him
more deeply than he expects.
daughter of Fort Bragg’s most respectable cop. At least that’s how the town
sees her. Very few people know the Mindy who hides her tracks and battles her
cravings by lying to everyone around her. She thinks she has control of her
addiction until she suffers an attack that leaves her searching for a way out
of her own personal hell.
desperately in need of a savior and Ian has never seen a more beautifully
destroyed creature in his life. Their attraction is intense, but their damage
is extreme. Some scars never heal, and some people never get better.
than when it can kill you.
bad you fucked up?" Ryan asks. Judging by the fact that I have four
members of Forsaken staring me down like I'm dog shit, I think I have some
clue. "Fucking answer me."
more than a little difficult to get my vocal cords to cooperate. All I can
think is about my dad and how he’d flip out when I’d fuck up. He would ask me
all these questions that he never intended for me to answer. It’s what you call
a rectal question or whatever you call it. Even when he’d demand an answer, he
didn’t really want one and never gave me time to give him one. He just likes to
yell—something he still does when he manages to stay out of The Hole long
enough to get a phone call in; and unfortunately, my sister pretty much always
rats me out.
after some serious thought on the subject.
Diesel says. His voice booms in the ever-shrinking room.
prove it,” Grady says. His attention is still focused on Ryan. I thought these
two weren’t getting along, but maybe I was wrong. “He’s been comin’ around for
some time now, saying he’s man enough to wear the cut.”
says in a huff.
once.” The words come from a deep voice that’s familiar, but I don’t quite
place until I see Chief’s long black hair and his broad shoulders. He moves
into the room and everybody grows silent. Grady, who is one scary motherfucker,
seems to take a step back as he acknowledges Chief’s presence. If I didn’t
already know Chief’s long-standing history in the club, I would be well aware
of it now. Wyatt is Vice President because he wanted the job according to my
dad. Chief could have had it, but it wasn’t his end game. Great power, great
responsibility and all that shit.
asks. His brow and jaw are relaxed. I remain silent expecting this to be
another one of those questions I’m not supposed to answer.
whines. I’m not talking about a manly whine—if there is such a thing—I’m
talking about this full-on, high-pitched fucking whine. His brows furrow and he
stomps his foot. Diesel snorts, but Wyatt and Grady both look annoyed at his
antics. Only Chief doesn’t react.
smirks appears in the corner of his mouth. My attention shifts to Ryan, who is
smiling full of teeth that look as though they’re growing sharper by the
moment. He lunges forward with his right foot, but stops suddenly. I make the
mistake of jumping back quickly. Like a wild animal, the action spurs him on.
Before I know it, he’s stepped forward with his left foot. It’s happening so
fast that I’m not really thinking—just reacting—and I take several steps back.
you—you get to suck my dick,” Ryan says as he reaches out to grab a hold of me.
in Armani. Salvation comes in leather.
Principessa to the Mancuso crime family, Alexandra knows a thing or two about
living outside the bounds of the law. Suffocated by the future her father has
laid out for her, she makes a choice she can't take back, changing the entire
trajectory of her life.
Thrust into the dark and dangerous world of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club for
her own protection, Alex finds herself faced with the last thing she needs
right now: the man of her dreams. He’s sex in leather, the devil incarnate, and
one hell of a kisser. But he’s also off-limits. Ryan Stone can be her friend,
but he’s forbidden to be her lover.
Third-generation Forsaken, Ryan knows nothing other than life on two wheels,
and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He enjoys the many privileges that come
with the patch, and the only laws he recognizes are the ones set-forth by his
club. That is, until who he wants more than anything isn’t allowed on the back
of his bike —or in his bed. Balancing his desire for her body, and need to keep
her safe, Ryan tries to keep Alex at a distance. Finally having made a choice
for herself, she’s done hearing the word “no” and will push boundaries even
Ryan himself doesn’t dare cross.
Love is never more tempting than when it’s forbidden.
suffocates the heart. Acceptance breaks down walls.
As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to
party. She’s not cut-out for relationships and her life is way too complicated
for anything more than casual encounters. But one night when she falls into
Duke’s bed at the clubhouse, he sees something in her that he can’t let go
of—no matter how many times she tries to run.
Having been left to raise her teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her
hands full and isn’t looking for anymore complications. But Duke’s just watched
his best friend fall for the only girl he couldn’t have, and then almost lose
her so shortly after, shaking him to his core. Faced with his own loneliness,
he’s more determined than ever to break down Nic’s walls and show her that he
can be good for her; but he’s got a bad track record and she’s got a bad
temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when he’s not sure what he’s even changing
The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a
vulnerable place when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a
much-needed beacon of hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s
not exactly on board. With Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground,
and something even more important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will
fight like hell to keep their family together and whole.
Love is never more precious than when it’s new.
As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in
the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides
her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines
that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is
a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana
home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and
can't imagine a climate more beautiful.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many
different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder
mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything
has at least a splash of romance.