Discover Tattooed Bad-Boys, Steamy Romance and Hell-Bent Adventure in this Thrilling 3-Book MC Romance Trilogy
Saddle up with The Knuckleheads for the high-octane ride of your life!
Best-selling romance author Simone Scarlet offers all three parts of her thrilling Knuckleheads trilogy in this box set. That's over 260,000 words of wild adventure, scorching romance and an interconnected story line that'll have you on the edge of your seat.
No Way Out
They called me Christi with-no-last-name, because ever since I'd started riding with the Knuckleheads, none of these big, burly, dangerous bastards had bothered to find out what it might be. But that suited me just fine - because I was on the run. I'd be their willing little biker slut, and do anything and anyone asked of me, as long as they kept me safe from the dirty cops gunning for my hide. But all that changed when HE showed up. Mason Stone. A tall, brooding badass who seemed so different from the rest of these uncouth, unwashed bikers. I'd spent the last few months burying my emotions, and doing whatever depraved thing I needed to; just to survive.
And then Mason came along - and with one kiss, he reminded me what it's like to be alive again.
Sold to the Cartel
My fiance betrayed me. I thought we were in love - but when I stumbled over his dirty dealings with a Mexican drug cartel, he showed his true colors. Rather than let me expose him to the police, or worse, he snuck me across the border, tied me up, and sold me to the first gang of ruthless Coyotes who'd take me. Now I'm stuck in a Mexican whorehouse, in God-knows-where. I'm all alone, I don't speak the language - and they're about to sell me off to the highest bidder. And then HE turns up.
Mendoza - the most dangerous and feared drug kingpin south of the border. His cruelty his legendary, and whatever he wants - he takes. And he wants ME.
Beauty and the Biker Boss
My parents sent me to volunteer at an orphanage in Mexico, thinking it would keep their virginal, twenty-one-year-old daughter out of trouble for the summer. Boy, were they wrong. Because now I'm riding hell-for-leather in the back of a bullet-ridden police car, with the scariest man I've ever seen hunched over the wheel. He's nearly seven-feet-tall, tanned the color of leather, and he's wearing more ink than the catalog at a tattoo parlor - and I'm ashamed at how exciting I find him.
His name is Coyle, and he's everything my parents warned me about. So why can't I take my eyes off him?
