Mary-Anne Lukin has never had it easy. Having survived the torments of abuse for far too long, it's a miracle that life somehow managed to leave her with a little bit of hope—hope of a future filled with happiness.
Max "MadDog" Duhart has lived more than one lifetime, earning the respect he's due as the president of the Original Charter of Notorious Devils. Nevertheless, with life still yet to live, he wants more than the regret that's tarnished his past.
Their connection is instant, though they know they shouldn't act on it—not with more than thirty years between them. Not with their families tied together by the club's brotherhood.
Yet, there's something about the sweet, broken woman that whispers of a fresh start for an old man. And while he may be rough and ruthless, she cannot deny the way she feels when she looks into his haunted blue eyes.
One phone call. One cry for help. One motorcycle ride, and life as they know it is never the same.
** Recommended for readers 18+ due to language, violence, and sexual content
*** SPECIAL SHORT STORY AS SEEN IN THE BECAUSE BEARDS ANTHOLOGY AT THE END OF THIS BOOK TITLED — ROUGH & RECKLESS
- Original Title:Rough and Ruthless (Notorious Devils MC #4)
- Author:Hayley Faiman
- Rating:8.56 / 10
There’s nothing worse than realizing that you’ve made a mistake. Not a little mistake, like forgetting to pay your car note and being penalized, but a colossal mistake, like falling for a man who is exactly like your father. Except, he’s hidden it—a wolf in sheep’s clothing, if you will.
I thought that Kyle was different. He said and did all the right things. He worked in finance, in one of those big buildings in the middle of downtown San Diego, and he wore a suit. With his styled blond hair and brown eyes, he was the polar opposite of my father, in every way.
On our first date, Kyle came to my apartment door with a bouquet of a dozen red roses. They were gorgeous. I knew at that moment that he was special.
No man had ever given me flowers before.
No man had called me beautiful the way he did.
No man had ever looked at me the way he did, like he couldn’t believe I was on his arm.