Royal Bastards MC Series



As president of my MC, I've always had to hide a part of who I am. I was fine with that until he walked into my life. Now, I can't shove that half of myself into the dark anymore. My club won't understand and the woman I want definitely won't get it, but what choice do I have? I want them both and I'm done with not taking what I want.

Yeah, I'm savage enough to screw the rules to get what I want and I want them.
Both of them—and I won't settle for less.

You can't control who you love but sometimes, it's savage enough to make its own heat.




I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and being stuck with a name like Whiskey was never easy, but none of that ever mattered much to me. Not until I met her. The kids used to call me white trash—WT for short, but I turned that nasty nickname into my fucking mantra after I joined the Air Force. My only regret was falling in with the wrong group of men. But, that’s how I met her and I wouldn’t trade what we had together for anything except maybe another chance.

He worked for my father and I was off-limits but no one told my heart that. He left me—left us on his last run to America and I know he’s not coming back. If he did, they would kill him—kill us both. I know what I have to do now but it won’t be easy. Whiskey deserves to know about his baby and I’ll be the one delivering the news to him—one way or another.

Sometimes goodbye is more than just a second chance. Sometimes it becomes your entire future.




Marcos Diego was held against his will for over a year, and the only thing that kept him going were daily visits to his cell by Sister Valentina. She had come by the Camillo compound every day, offering him conversation, prayer, and even her shy smile when he told her a dirty joke to make her blush. She was beautiful, with her long dark hair, and caramel-colored eyes that looked at him with such compassion, kindness, and dare he believe it—longing. She was only twenty, just a girl compared to his almost forty years, but when she looked at him the way she did, he wanted to do things with her that a man should never want to do with a nun.
Valentina wasn’t sure how she was ever going to escape her little village, but she had to. She had no choice since her father betrayed the Camillo family. They were one of the biggest crime families in the Guadalajara Syndicate, and her only way to safety was to pledge her undying love and life to a God who didn’t care about her or her family. She said her vows, made promises she never intended on keeping, and then met him—Marcos Diego. He made her feel things that she had never felt for any man. Things that would get her kicked out of the nunnery, her only solace from the Camillo family. As a nun, she could hide in plain sight. If she was caught with Marcos, she’d be shunned, ousted from the order, and made to face the Camillo family on her own, but that was a chance she was willing to take if it meant finally being with him.