Original Syn
Book1
The Iron Wraiths rule Savannah’s underground. More than just a motorcycle club, something like the mob, they’re the number one game in town for everything from guns to gambling.
Madisyn Jayne Reynolds was continually responsible for her older brother, Zeke, and this time wasn’t any different. The only thing that mattered was getting him out of the hole he’d dug for himself. She’s all bravado, but underneath it all, she’s terrified, and offering herself as payment for her brother’s debts wasn’t what she’d ever had in mind for herself.
Synister was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he didn’t exactly follow the typical climb to power of the rest of Savannah’s elite. His mind is always on more important things than the status quo, and he’s climbed the power structure his own way.
When a sassy blonde girl walks into his club’s underground card game, he’s all ears to see how she’ll wrangle her brother out of his clutches. One word makes him think she may be worth the trouble she’ll cause.
Love & Fear
Book 2
When a hurricane sweeps through Savannah, more than the tempest flares, so do tempers –
Lainey works herself to the bone three jobs at a time, six days a week to make ends meet – all to keep a roof over her and her unemployed boyfriend’s head.
Fear is one of the brothers that likes to stay low key. He runs his business, cooperates in the club’s business, and most importantly, minds his own business… until he doesn’t.
When Lainey is pitched down a flight of steps into the raging storm, Fear just happens to be there to catch her and takes her in. These two have a surprising amount in common, and quickly start to fall in love…
...and it all starts once upon a midday dreary.
The Hangman’s Rope
Book 3
She woke on a cold steel table, in a funeral home – with no recollection of who she used to be, and no idea of where to go from there. All she knew was that she was supposed to be dead, but she wasn’t and now she was faced with four strange men who seemed angry with her for coming to.
Hangman liked his quiet life among the graves. Dealing with people wasn’t his strong suit, dealing with his own trauma was essentially a full-time job… but then he heard a woman screeching from Reaper’s lair and found a scatter of embalming equipment and a frightened girl; terrified, in fact.
His protective instincts kick in, and now he’s just as lost as she is… and the club has a problem.
A big one...
...and she doesn’t even know her own name.