Property of Scythe: Kings of Anarchy MC: Ohio by Nikki Landis ISBN B0D5LHRTM9 instant download

Property of Scythe: Kings of Anarchy MC: Ohio by Nikki Landis ISBN B0D5LHRTM9 instant download

Something wicked lurks in the small town of Raven's Crest, Ohio. It's home to the Fear Farm and the Kings of Anarchy MC. But beware, you're always being watched…
Lottie:

I moved into town after accepting a new job as the second-grade teacher for Raven's Crest Elementary.

It's a chance for a fresh start. Just the thing I've been looking for until I become the target of a stalker. Now, I need protection.

When Scythe, the president of the Kings and the biker I can't stop thinking about, offers his help, I accept it.

Things become complicated when I grow close to his daughter, and the danger escalates. It's not just a stalker inside Raven's Crest's fall-themed streets.

There's a killer on the loose.

I have to trust Scythe and his club to stop this monster terrorizing the town before it's too late. But with the death toll rising and the growing crowds showing up for the Fear Farm's infamous thrills, the killer ups his game.

He's about to find out how ruthless the Kings can be. They've been caretakers of this town for decades, protecting its citizens and its secrets. Violence will only end in bloodshed.

I'm not worried about the club.
Everyone knows it's foolish to taunt the deadliest bikers in the Midwest. It's the killer that should be terrified. Nobody f*cks with the Kings.
Note: Property of Scythe can be read as a standalone. The KOAMC is a 1% motorcycle club, so expect violence, suspense, mature situations, and a little splash of horror. You'll get a guaranteed HEA with no cheating.
Property of Scythe is a standalone, single dad, forced proximity, grumpy/sunshine, overprotective alpha male biker romance with a paranormal twist.
Welcome to Raven's Crest, Ohio, a small town in the Midwest where cornfields stretch far into the horizon, church bells still ring every Sunday morning, and something wicked lurks in the shadows of the oak, buckeye, and maple trees. People still wave and smile, invite you in for a cup of coffee or tea, and share the best damn pie in the world (wh