He’s sworn to be loyal. She’s desperate to escape. Betraying his MC may be their only path toward love…

Colin “Conan” Blake’s only ambition is to be a part of the Black Shamrocks MC. With the club running in his family, the only thing they need from him is his sworn allegiance. But when he finds out the MC's curvy waitress is underage, his protective instincts force him into conflict with his sworn brothers.

Colleen McCormack wants nothing more than to get her sister away from their scummy uncle. After the seventeen-year-old is bartered as the Shamrocks' next topless waitress to settle his drug debt, she spends every moment planning their escape. But she never expected one of the bikers to join her fight and steal her heart.

Forced to keep their budding attraction a secret, their romance comes under threat when they accidentally reignite a deadly MC rivalry.

Can Conan save Colleen and keep their love alive before club rules destroy their chance for happiness?

Conan is the first book in the new prequel series to the International Bestselling Black Shamrocks motorcycle club romance series. The Black Shamrocks MC: First Generation series contains raw and graphic themes for ages 18+. If you like intense relationships, sexy bikers, and gritty confrontations, then you’ll love Kylie Hillman’s tire-smoking tale.

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“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things.”  
~Ken Segall~

During my life, the whole twenty-two years I’ve graced this earth, I’ve learnt one thing. Rules are for other people. I’m a Blake; part of the Black Shamrocks MC, son of the Sergeant-At-Arms. The dictates of society that everyone else is forced to live by don’t apply to me.

I can do what I want when I want.

As long as it doesn’t affect the Club, I’m golden.

My days as a Prospect are numbered, I know that. It’s a no-brainer. The first generation of sons born in Australia are ready to patch in and learn what they need to do to continue our Club’s legacy. The granting of my membership into the brotherhood that binds the Shamrocks is guaranteed.

At least, I thought so.

Until I found myself on the wrong end of their oath.

Brotherhood before blood. Brotherhood before everything. They wanted me to put the brotherhood before her … and I wasn’t sure if I could.

Colleen McCormack called to the very thing that was changing me from a boy into a man. In her green eyes, strawberry-blonde hair, and hips that curved for days, I saw my future. I saw kids. I saw a responsibility for her happiness that made my soul sing with pride.

I saw the pair of us—old and grey, and still in love.

Too bad she was a Club slut.

According to my father, you shouldn’t give a fuck about the sluts. You fuck ‘em, you share ‘em, you laugh at ‘em when they keep trying to come back for more.

You don’t fall in love with them.

You definitely don’t ask them to marry you.

And, you one-hundred-percent don’t use your Club to exact revenge on the fucker who forced her into whoring without taking it to Church first.

I’d spent my life thinking that the rules didn’t apply to me.

Turns out that they did. Because once the Shamrocks are done putting out the fire I started with the still-smoking end of my gun, I’m going to feel the full-force of those rules.

Thankfully, she’s more than worth it.