Reckless Bastards MC Series
Books 1-7
By USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
KB Winters
Copyright © 2018 KB Winters and BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
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Mayhem Madness
Welcome to the Reckless Bastards Mayhem Nevada Chapter. Filthy talking bikers who can drop your panties with just a whisper or a look. A smile. Magic fingers. Your call.
This box set contains all seven books from the Reckless Bastards MC Series.
1. Beautifully Broken
2. Sinfully Scarred
3. Deliciously Damaged
4. Wonderfully Wrecked
5. Heavenly Hacked
6. Creatively Crushed
7. Holiday Havoc
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Beautifully Broken is Spectacular! I love the characters and their story. It will pull at your heart and have you thinking about even after you are finished. - Amazon Reviewer
Loved it, but never any doubts about Ms. KB’s books. One of my favorites, Max and Jana’s chemistry is off the charts. - Amazon Reviewer
KB...you have done it again...I love the way you deal with the scars that these broken souls have and how they help mend each other... - Amazon Reviewer
The emotions run high and wild, while the HEA will have you reduced to tears as Max and Jana feel their way through a land mine of obstacles. I definitely needed tissues! - Amazon Reviewer
Grab the tissue. This is one of the most realistic and home hitting stories I’ve had the pleasure of reading in a while. - Amazon Reviewer
Fabulous story that intrigued me from page one, I couldn’t put this down, the chemistry between the two characters was smoking. - Amazon Reviewer
Wow!! A real page turner that will keep you up nights just to finish it. Ms Winters knocked this story out of the park.
Fabulously written and highly entertaining, this is one story I couldn’t get enough of, I was mesmerized, page after page. There’s danger and suspense as Savior does everything he can to try and protect Mandy and the chemistry between them is hot.
KB has done it again! She has written a deliciously steamy story that enthralled me from the first to last page. “Deliciously Damaged” is packed with drama, intrigue, suspense, violence, passion and romance!
This big bad, sexy, biker will bring you to you knees. He had love and when he lost his wife and child it ripped his heart out. He never wanted to feel that way again. And then came Moon and her sweet loveable little boy Beau. She’s beautiful, smart, and the things he feels for her he just can’t explain. Their chemistry is explosive.
I loved Moon! She was so Zen and was using alternative medicine. Her and Cross didn’t seem to have as much chemistry as the previous couples but still made a good pairing. I thought Beau stole the show! If you have been following the series, this book is worth reading.
Loved this story! This was a read until I’m finished kind of book (yes at 3am). I just loved these two characters. They were so well written and had great chemistry. Even the chemistry between Cross and Beau was subtle but there. I’m highly recommending this book for your reading pleasure and enjoyment.
I was so happy to finally get Cross’ story!! I loved everything about his & Moon’s story.. So much sexxii!! Of course, also danger, mystery and surprise.. Everything you’d expect from a KB Winters book.. Plus, how friggin cute is Beau.. This series is so good & has me hooked!
Contents
Reckless Bastards MC
Copyright and Disclaimer
Mayhem Madness
Beautifully Broken
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Sinfully Scarred
Copyright and Disclaimer
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Deliciously Damaged
Copyright and Disclaimer
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Wonderfully Wrecked
Copyright and Disclaimer
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Heavenly Hacked
Copyright and Disclaimer
Ch
apter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Creatively Crushed
Copyright and Disclaimer
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Holiday Havoc
Copyright and Disclaimer
Prologue - Stitch
Chapter One - Cross
Chapter Two - Stitch
Chapter Three - Lasso
Chapter Four - Max
Chapter Five - Gunnar
Chapter Six - Jag
Chapter Seven - Stitch
Chapter Eight - Gunnar
Chapter Nine - Cross
Chapter Ten - Jag
Chapter Eleven - Gunnar
Chapter Twelve – Golden Boy
Chapter Thirteen - Stitch
Chapter Fifteen – Cross
Chapter Sixteen - Stitch
Chapter Seventeen - Max
Chapter Eighteen - Cross
Chapter Nineteen - Gunnar
Chapter Twenty - Savior
Chapter Twenty-One - Lasso
Chapter Twenty-Two - Stitch
Chapter Twenty-Three - Max
Chapter Twenty-Four - Gunnar
Chapter Twenty-Five - Stitch
Chapter Twenty-Six - Golden Boy
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Gunnar
Chapter Twenty-Eight – Cross
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Jag
Chapter Thirty - Stitch
Chapter Thirty-One - Max
Chapter Thirty-Two - Jag
Chapter Thirty-Three-Cross
Chapter Thirty-Four - Stitch
Epilogue - Max
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Beautifully Broken
Reckless Bastards MC
By USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
KB Winters
Copyright © 2018 KB Winters and BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Chapter 1
Max
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Doc. It wasn’t even long enough to be a fucking nightmare. I closed my eyes and there I was on the transport vehicle, seconds later the explosion happened that deafened me and made it damn hard to see. Body parts went flying and then everything went black. I woke up a sweaty and panting mess.” I looked over at Dr. Singh, a tall lanky man with dark brown skin who’d perfected the look of wearing dad sweaters. In the fucking desert.
He nodded, ankle resting on the opposite knee while his hands were clasped on top of his notebook. “Nightmares have no designated length, Max as I’m sure you know. What did you do after you woke up?”
I couldn’t tell him that I’d reached for that hidden bottle of Maker’s Mark because he’d already bitched me out about my drinking. “I played some video games and stared at the fucking stars. What else could I do?”
Dr. Singh sighed. “Max, you have to develop healthy coping mechanisms. Having a drink once in a while is fine, but you can’t use it to dull the pain or shutdown the memories.”
“Yeah, no shit.” I smirked and even the Doc couldn’t help but join in. “So something other than video games?”
He nodded. “Something outside of your house, maybe that involves other people. Would that be so terrible?”
Shit. I sat back in the stylish chair that was not meant for a man of my size and sighed. “No, I guess not. But I don’t know, shit I haven’t done anything for fun in a long damn time.”
He nodded and his perfectly styled hair never moved. “How about you go do some things just for fun. Sleep with a pretty lady. Go out for a meal, Vegas is off in the distance and I hear they have some decent restaurants.”
I glared at him. “Everyone’s a fucking comedian.”
Dr. Singh laughed. “The point is, Max, that you need to do some things for fun. Not to forget and not to dull the pain. You said you used to draw, why not sign up for a class?”
Sign up for a fucking class? “No offense but I’m a little old for that.”
“Not at a college. This is the twenty first century, Max. There are adult classes, even businesses that cater to this kind of thing. Your job, before our next session is to go out there and find an art class. Sign up and just fucking do it.”
I shrugged, taken aback by hearing his cultured accent say the word fuck. “You got it, Doc.” I hated having to see a fucking head shrink but Singh seemed to know his shit and he didn’t treat me like a fucking headcase. “I’ll see you next week.”
“I look forward to it.”
My boots sounded loud on his hard wood floors as I walked out. The lobby was empty, not that I gave a shit, but I didn’t have to do that fake smile bullshit people expected. These days I was much better on my own because I was a cranky, miserable bastard. Had been ever since I was medically discharged from the Navy.
I spent nearly all of my adult life in the Navy and most of that as a sniper for the elite, SEALs. I loved it, all of it from recruit training to BUD/S and jump school. It was the most exciting shit I’d ever done and I ate it all up, doing good and saving the world, all while being a badass. It meant something to me just like it meant something to all of us. Our unit was family. We’d trained together, fought together, spotted together and killed together. And one damn day in that dirty fucking desert, many of us died together. The only problem was only some of us came back.
Sometimes I think it would’ve been better if we’d all died out there that day because this life, filled with nightmares and paranoia, it was just bullshit. Coming back like this was worse than not coming back at all, because at least if you were dead this shit just stopped. The memories were gone. The pain was gone.
Now though, the pain was constant. Never fucking ending.
The sun helped and every day when I woke up and had coffee out on my deck, I thanked fuck that I’d chosen to come to the desert. Nonstop sun and heat was good for my mental health according to the good doctor, and sun all day made me feel lighter. Freer.
But the sun alone wasn’t fucking working so now I had to look for an art class.
Fuck. My. Life.
Chapter 2
Jana
My favorite part of working from home, other than the distinct lack of people, is the fact that I rarely got interrupted.
It meant that I could get lost in the structure of accounts and spreadsheets, the tedium and organization of receipts. Accounting wasn’t the sexiest job in the world, but it was a necessity. So when the bell rang for the third time, I could no longer pretend to be deaf. “This better be good.” As in it better be that old guy with a check for a million dollars or I might scream. I stopped at the door and saw my one and only friend glaring at the peephole.
“Who else would it be Jana? Let me in!”
Teddy and I couldn’t be more different if we tried. Where I was short with more curves than I needed, Teddy was tall and thin with curves only in the right places. She was a fiery red to my plain long almost white blond hair, and her business required her to be out in the thick of things whereas I’d tailored mine to ensure minimal human contact. But she put up with my grumpy, anti-social ways. To an extent. I shook away all signs of annoyance and opened the door. “Teddy. This is a surprise.”
“It is. If I would’ve called, you’d have been mysteriously absent or come up with a good reason to stay inside. Get dressed girl, we are going out.” She rolled her slender hips in a suggestive figure eight that spelled trouble for me.
“What? No.” I shook my head, looking at her like she’d grown a second one of her own. “I have to finish these expense reports, plus I’m not ready.” Not physically and or mentally, or by any other societal standard. My long blond waves were tied in a knot on top of my head and I wore baggy red cotton pants and an oversized t-shirt from my alma mater, Michigan State. Yeah, it was the only good thing about growing up in foster care, plenty of scholarships for an orphan with perfect grades. “I need time to prepare for that.”
“Bullshit. You need to get dressed and make yourself presentable, that’s all.”
I glared up at her nearly six-foot frame. “Yeah that’s kind of the problem, isn’t it?”
Teddy rolled her eyes and pushed past me, like I was somehow in the wrong. “Jana I love you girl, I really, really do. But if you don’t get over that slight imperfection on your beautiful face, I’m just going to bash your face in.” She grinned and flipped her silky red curls behind her shoulder. “It’s one tiny scar.”
“It’s six fucking inches!” More like six and three-eighths of an inch if we were going to be exact about it. And it was deep. And jagged. And long, stretching from the corner of my right eye, cutting a pink path straight to the corner of my mouth. It was big and hideous and ugly as fuck. And it was all mine.