Venom — Harley Wylde

Ridley: I might live in a mansion in South Florida, but my daddy was a biker, and I was definitely Daddy's girl. When I found out my mom and stepdad had something horrible planned for me, I ran. Straight to the Dixie Reapers, the only place I'd ever thought of as home, but it wasn't my daddy's arms I ended up in. Venom is dark and seductive, the type of man who doesn't take shit from anyone. Despite his hard exterior, being with him makes me feel safe, and his kisses make me ache for so much more. I've never been with a man before, but even as inexperienced as I am, I know that being with Venom will ruin me for anyone else, and I don't care. I want him -- all of him -- and damn the consequences.

Venom: I hadn't risen to the rank of VP of the Dixie Reapers MC without getting my hands dirty. I'd been deep in blood and dirty money for over twenty years, could have any pussy I wanted whenever I wanted and how the fuck ever I wanted. But when an angel I hadn't seen in fourteen years came back into my life, all it took was one look in her eyes, and I was a goner. As a kid, Ridley had been this little blonde cherub who lit up the place. Now she's older, has curves in all the right fucking places, and damn if I don't want her. The fact she was the nineteen-year-old daughter of a patched member meant I needed to keep my hands to myself, and I might have, if she hadn't begged me so sweetly. Now she's mine, and I'll do anything to keep her safe, even if it means starting a war.