Elizabeth Knox - book author
Elizabeth is a romantic suspense author most popular for her motorcycle club and mafia books. While Elizabeth loves to write she is an avid reader as well who reads a mixture of genres. She lives in the North-Eastern United States with her husband, two cats and two dogs. When she isn't working you can find her spending time with her family, out to dinner with friends or binge watching the latest trending show on Netflix. Please make sure you click the follow author button to ensure you're signed up for all of Elizabeth's latest releases.
Elizabeth Knox is the author of books: Blackjack (Reapers MC #1), Here Kitty, Kitty (Reapers MC #2), Bull (Reapers MC #7), Havoc: A Reapers MC Boxset, Widow (Reapers MC, #4), Scarred (Demons of Hell MC #1), Skulls Renegade MC: First Generation: The Complete Series (Skulls Renegade MC, #1-10.5), Booger (Reapers MC #3), Relentless (Skulls Renegade MC #4), Bet On Me (Royal Bastards MC: Baltimore, MD, #1)
When you’re married, there are the things you can live with… and the things you can’t.
My abusive husband, Harry? He made those distinctions very clear to me.
Constant beatings, a forced a miscarriage, and then roping me in with my father’s notorious biker gang, The Reapers.
Lucky enough, I got out of my marriage in one piece. For the time being, that is. Though it’s only a matter of time before he picks up on my trail.
Thank God for Blackjack.
He swears he’ll kill my no-good husband the second he steps foot in town. That’s sweet and all, sure, but there’s more to him; something about his stare that I can’t get out of my mind. A part of me is desperate to believe I deserve to be loved, deserve someone like Blackjack in my life. Yet, the bruises from my past tell me to never trust another man again.
But Blackjack isn’t like any other man, is he?
I never expected that I’d have anything or anyone to lose when I enlisted in the army. Then the blonde wild-child of the Montana’s Reapers motorcycle club, Ashley Monroe, showed up and proved that I had a lot more to lose than I thought.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that by the time I came back home after all these years that she’d up-and-left town and gotten married. Life, after all, continues to move right on along even when you’re not there to watch it go. All the same, I have a two-year-old son to think about now.
And then there’s Ashley. She shows up, beaten and broken from her marriage, and instantly changes everything. I’ve never wanted to kill a man so badly my entire life. Just one look at her and I’m drowning with a desire to take her in my arms and tell her she’ll always be safe with me.
But is there enough strength left in both of us for this second shot at life?
Life always finds a way to fuck you over.
I found that one out the hard way before I was even thirteen. Before that, my life had been perfect and then I was stripped away from my family. And while it certainly wasn’t what you’d call the typical family, it had been my family, my life. I had everything: loving parents, a huge biker family (even though they did fight like cat and dogs a lot), and the love from every member of one of the most notorious clubs in United States history. The Reapers blood flew through every vein in my body.
It took my years to find out why—or better who—had stripped me of my life, never knowing who the man was that’d taken everything from me. But he certainly knew who I was and, more importantly, he knew my parents. He took me hostage just to get back at my parents for something that had happened years ago.
I was the price my parents paid. Worst of all, I’ve been stuck here for years. Nothing about my stay with the Demons of Hell motorcycle club is glorious, especially not with the things they say and worst of all, the things they force me to do. I started out as a girl full of light but having spent so much time in the dark has sucked almost every bit of light I had left.
Darkness was all I’d known until I met him, and he lit the last remaining ember I’d had left inside me.
When I agreed to go undercover at the Demons of Hell motorcycle club, I had no idea exactly what my father had been signing me up for.
My father’s personal gain had been my sole purpose. Growing up in the Brotherhood Motorcycle Club had given me a good idea of the club life but being thrown into Rage’s idea of a club was something that nobody could’ve prepared me for.
Four years in this club and I’d learned next to nothing. Every day, I could feel myself getting closer to the information my father sent me for, that my family needed. My father had abandoned everything, and it had all been Rage’s fault. Even so, my father had vowed to return, to right every and all wrongdoing that Rage had had a hand in and he would fulfill that promise.
And while I may have come here for my father’s bidding, that wasn’t the reason I’d decided to stay. I could’ve made the choice a long time ago to run back home, to return even if it was with nothing useful. Every single day that I’m here, I stare in the face of the person I’ve decided to stay for. Her face screams how lost and broken she is, how she’s had everything ripped from her by him. Rage calls her his property and I’m letting him think that for now.
If only he knew about the way she looks at me whenever she’s not in his sight…
Who would've known what I'd find in that fucking basement. More importantly, who knew what I was gonna do.
It felt natural, to take off my cut and place it over her shoulders. She'd been exposed for god knows how long, and all I could think is that I didn't want another man's eyes raking over her body.
In putting my cut over her, I was claiming her as mine.
Alexa may not know it, but she's my lost little lamb and I won't let anyone harm her ever again.
If I didn't love her, I would kill her. I'd kill her for so much, but mostly for hiding my kid from me. For up and running, and choosing to keep my daughter out of my life. She doesn't just belong to Melody. She's mine too, and Melody doesn't get to keep her to herself.
She said she ran because of me, because of what I did.
I can't blame her for that.
I fucked up and I might have lost the most important woman in my life, but I refuse to lose my daughter. Not when we haven't even had a chance.
Will fighting for my daughter lead me to winning back my girl's heart? I loved her for years and I always will. The only thing is, Melody doesn't exist anymore.
Only Rebel Rose does, and she's nothing like I expect.
Or, at least, that’s what everyone else thought.
Between my husband being the president of the Demons of Hell and his club, I had a “family.”
Except the only thing that made us a family was my husband’s persistent reminders that it was.
But a family doesn’t turn a blind eye to things.
A family doesn’t let one of their own become a punching bag for their mistakes.
For all the pent-up anger and frustration for something that isn’t even my fault.
My “family” was the reason I nearly died.
And when Rage came into my life, he was all I could see.
The only thing that suddenly mattered.
Too bad I didn’t listen to the warnings before I became obsessed.
After all, with a name like Rage, what was I expecting?
A woman on a mission to take down a big, bad biker club gets more than she bargains for.
He's loved her for years after her heart was broken by another. Now it's their chance to see how things go.
Even in the dark, some find the light. A quest for revenge brings some people together and tears others apart.
A biker is sent to be security for an up and coming pop artist. Absolutely nothing could go wrong . . . until it does.
Two misunderstood monsters find love in one another's arms.
. . . the bonus content piece that you've been waiting for. What happens when the Romanian Clans meets the outcasts?
They tried it once and failed, but the years have passed and hearts have been molded. Will these two have their happily ever after?
Two brothers and one woman. They're each what she needs, but will one make her question everything?
Chaos refuses to live with regret, so he'll do everything he can to make sure it works.
Claiming a woman he's never met before, he's sure to find out what the true meaning of love is.
He's loved her from afar, but now it's time for their romance to fully blossom.
He’s shipping me off to Vegas in the hopes that it will squash whatever fire is starting to ignite between Camila and I. Fist is a smart bastard, I’ll give him that.
What he doesn’t realize is that I’m not the type to give up easily.
He’s warned me to stay away, but the heart wants what it wants, and I want Camila.
I may be going to Vegas, but she’ll be on the back of my bike the whole way whether he likes it or not.
I just wonder what kind of dangers we’re going to face. Being closer to the Mexican border is bound to give us problems, but it’s simple. I’ll just shoot any man dumb enough to try and lay a hand on her.
Camila is mine.
The Reapers MC were my saving grace when I needed them, hiding me from the Mexican Cartel, they kept me alive.
Fist, the Prez learned to love me like I was the second daughter he never had. He took his oath of protection that he made to Reed from the Skulls Renegade MC to the heart. Fist wants to protect me from everything and make sure that I don’t end up back in the evil clutches of Rafael Ramirez.
What happens when I don’t want life to hold me back anymore, when I finally want to live in the sun instead of hiding in the dark?
Boog is my way to get there, and I want to take that shot.
My life was supposed to be so simple; getting the rest of my inheritance at 25. I would invest it in my music career and become history, literally.
What I didn’t expect was to find out that everything I believed to be true about my family was a complete lie. I didn’t expect to find out that I had a half-sister by my real father; a man that was the devil reincarnate. I didn’t expect to find that I had family who had run a criminal MC club in Texas. And I sure as heck didn’t expect to be thrown full force into the MC life from the time I walked into Bubba's and revealed who I was.
I was no longer a daughter, friend, and singer. I was Bellamy Mason, sister-in-law of the Skulls Renegade MC Prez, and I had a target on my back.
But there was something else that hit me like a ton of bricks too, and his name was Abe “Butch” Warren.
And let me tell you, he was a pleasant surprise.
She walked through that fuckin’ bar just like her sister did. Her red hair flowing down her back, that ass that I wanna take a bite out of. Those were the thoughts I had about her before I got to know Bellamy.
I don’t know what it was, but the fuckin’ second my eyes locked on hers she was mine. She was pure, she was innocent – she wasn’t cut for this lifestyle, and I knew that.
Here’s the thing, I’m not cut out for relationships and Bellamy Mason is not a girl you just fuck. She’s the real deal, the girl you take home to your momma, the one you lock down as soon as you can.
I was bringing danger to her doorstep, and she had no idea. I knew the risks, and I ignored them. Selfishly, I wanted her.
What will destroy us first; my enemies, or my need to not define us?
My Prez thinks I betrayed his trust . . . but I didn't.
I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I went to the one person who just might believe my ass - the national charter Prez, Rancid. Fortunately for me, he believed every word I told him and had me lay low for a while.
The plan he made was foolish at best and got me in deeper shit than I was in before. What a load of shit that is. Or at least, it's what I thought.
I'm a dead man, but none of it matters when my eyes see the one thing I'd gamble with.