Category: Kristine Allen
Colton’s Salvation (Demented Sons MC, #1) by Kristine Allen
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The army taught me to kill.
Every flex of hard earned muscle was for my country. I didn't need shit else except my rifle, my brothers, and the enemy. I was born to fight.
Then the military cut me loose.
Civilian life. Two words dirtier than the bloodshed downrange. I didn’t want my freedom.
I wanted my goddamn purpose back. I wanted my government issued rifle in my hands. I wanted to taste the grit of foreign soil. I wanted to fight until I drew my last breath...
Then she crossed in front of my path—carrying our child.
Styx and Stones (Demented Sons MC Texas, #2) by Kristine Allen
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I'm the Enforcer for the Demented Sons MC, I don't do beach hook-ups with a prim-ass school teacher. And I sure as hell don't obsess over the chick afterward. But that's exactly what I did.
Remembering every inch of her luscious body, every damn sound she’d uttered—I fell into a hole I couldn’t crawl out of. A five foot nothing, legs for days, hole.
No choice, I made a decision. Come hell or high water, the school teacher was gonna be mine...
Except I didn’t realize she had a past I couldn’t survive.
Lock and Load: A Demented Sons MC Texas Novel by Kristine Allen
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I'm the Sergeant-At-Arms for the Demented Sons MC. A year ago my life went to shit, and every priority I ever had changed. Being a single dad on the run was never on my radar, but that was the hand I was dealt.
I didn't think shit could get worse.
Then fate dumped a raven-haired beauty in my lap, and all hell broke loose.
Trying to keep my two-year-old daughter and a hot mess of a woman alive while still protecting my club threw my adrenaline into overdrive. Strung tight, danger coming at us from all directions, I faltered...
That was the only excuse I had for what happened next.
Make Music With Me (Straight Wicked, #1) by Kristine Allen
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I’m the lead singer for Straight Wicked, the hottest rock band in years.
Every woman wants to be my muse. But that position is already filled. Lust, love, heartbreak, anger - every word I sing is for her.
Except she doesn’t belong to me.
She used to be my brother’s woman, but now she’s drowning in grief and I’m soullessly plotting.
I want her to see me.
I want her to hear my music.
I want her to know my words.
I should feel guilty for what I’m about to do, but I don’t. She needs to move on and I need to fucking breathe again. I’m a substitute for no one. My name is Levi MacKenzie and I’m in love with my brother’s fiancé.