Showing results for "Sarina Hart" in Romance

I never thought I'd look for a woman in a strip club until I laid eyes on her—a redhead with a story. Her eyes weren't just sad; they were screaming for a way out. I could tell she didn't belong there. She's definitely hiding secrets, wrapped in pain, and I couldn't look away. When I saw some sloshed goon getting handsy with her, refusing to take a hint, I knew I had to protect her. Reaching out to help her felt like the only decent thing to do. I offered her a place to stay and a lead on a new gig—but it wasn't just her. Her kid, Sophie, with those wide, scared eyes—they got to me.

Serious relationships? Not my usual ride. As the Prez of the Steel Demons MC, my life has always been all about the thrill of the chase. But lately, those club bunny flings ain't cutting it. Deep down, I crave something more real, something with meaning. Then, outta nowhere, my past roars back. A night from five years ago, a hazy memory, and in a flash—a son I never knew about. This is how Ellie comes into my life, the game-changer. Her sister's vanished, and she's been raising my kid all by herself. The moment I lock eyes with Ellie, I'm hooked.

Stunned. That's the word when Peyton Brooks, my son's ex, shows up at my door in the middle of the night, asking for protection. Hell, I'm always stunned around her. She's something else—all smiles and curves in one hell of a confident package. Right up my alley. Problem is she's off-limits. Too young, too attractive, and way too much of my kid's ex. Now, she's not just a hottie; she's my job too. Someone offed her roommate, and now her life's in the crosshairs. That's why she came knocking on my door for help.

One call from my club brother askin' me to help his kid sister, and I'm there in a flash. Harper ain't no kid anymore, but now, she's all I can think about. That sweet body, those innocent eyes—they're tearing down every wall I put up. She overheard somethin' she shouldn't have, and now she's in danger. Well, they don't know who they're messin' with. I'd die before I let 'em lay a hand on her. If I can get us both out of this alive, she'll be in my bed, right where she belongs. Some lines weren't meant to be crossed—but I'm about to erase 'em.

There's one rule you don't break—don't fall for your best friend's daughter. But I'm done playin' by the rules. One wrong text from Winter, and my control went up in flames. She's too young. Off-limits. Hands-off. But now she's all I want. That tight little body, those wide, innocent eyes—girl's makin' me lose my damn mind. I tried to let it ride, act like that message didn't set me off. But I ain't built for pretendin'. Now, her old man's screw-up put her in the crosshairs. They think they can use her to get to me? They got no clue who they're messin' with.

You'd think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You'd be wrong. For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don't know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard.

Katey ain't just any chick—she's my Army buddy's kid sister. Off-limits. But when she shows up runnin' from her psycho ex, there's only one way to lock her down—make her my old lady. One signature. One ring. One lie. Now, she's under club protection. No one's dumb enough to mess with a brother's wife. Should've been simple. No strings. No feelings. But late nights turn to heated touches. Pretend kisses start feelin' real. And suddenly, walkin' away ain't an option. She's hidin' somethin'. I see it in the way she flinches, won't meet my eyes.

Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wisecracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were 18? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.

I thought she ghosted me. Thought she didn't give a damn. Then I heard her voice on that late-night radio show—raw, fiery, unforgettable. Nikki. The woman I never stopped wanting. The one who never called. Five years gone… and just like that, her voice pulls me back in. Calls me home. What I didn't expect? She's been raising my kid. The daughter I never knew existed. Now her show's got her in the crosshairs. Blood Fangs MC wants her silenced—permanently. Bad move. She's mine. So is the little girl with my eyes.

I ain't no damn hero—just looking out for my Steel Demons brothers. That's what I thought till I met Laura, a hot nurse in the ER who patched me up with some serious sass. I knew I wanted her, but she turned me down cold. I gave her space, hoping for another shot. Fate threw her back my way when she witnessed a murder, and those Los Ochos bastards tried to nab her. I fought 'em off and told her to fake being my old lady for MC protection till the heat died down. What started as a fake setup quickly turned into real trouble. Every touch, every glance lights me up.=

When a scared chick calls the Steel Demons for help, we don't ask questions. Emma just offed her abusive ol' man, and now it's on me and my brothers to clean up the mess. First time I lay eyes on her, something hits deep—she reminds me of the woman from my past. One night, one taste, and she was gone, but the mark she left? Still there. Ain't got time to chase ghosts, though. Cops are sniffing around, and worse—Emma thinks someone's tailing her.

The furniture district is my personal hell. I don’t know my ass from an ottoman. But when a hot designer comes to my rescue, I realize my problems are bigger than the house I’m trying to furnish.

The dreamiest player on the Moo U hockey team hangs a flyer on the bulletin board, and I am spellbound: Rent a boyfriend for the holiday. For $25, I will be your Thanksgiving date. I will talk hockey with your dad. I will bring your mother flowers. I will be polite, and wear a nicely ironed shirt.... Now everyone knows it’s a bad idea to introduce your long-time crush to your messed-up family. But I really do need a date for Thanksgiving, even if I’m not willing to say why.