Love a hot, alpha male? This 5-book collection is chocked full of dirty, rough-around-the-edges, tattooed bad boys!

With dirty-talking bikers, playboy rock stars, alluring billionaires, and tough alpha wolves, Dirty Alphas offers something for everyone. Dirty Alphas is an introduction to Franca Storm's most notorious panty-melting bad boys.

TALON – (Book 1)

Talon

I surf.
I f*ck.
I pretend to smile.

Two years ago my life was perfect, until it wasn’t. I scattered my wife’s ashes then walked away from the Marines. I didn’t think I had anything left to lose.

I was wrong.

The blonde showed up on my doorstep beaten and stabbed. I did what I was trained to do—I stitched her up. I didn’t have a clue who she was and I told myself I didn’t care. Until they came looking for her.

I swore I’d take my last breath before I let anyone else hurt her, except I didn’t know she was keeping a deadly secret. Now I had two choices, her life or mine.

Marriage and combat taught me the same thing—I was no one’s hero. And I was about to prove it.

*****

NEIL (Book 2)

I didn’t know he was a billionaire, or that he was capable of murder.

The first time I saw Neil Christensen, I was being dragged onto his boat from the waters off the coast of Key West.

The second time I laid eyes on the six-foot-six billionaire, he was walking into my strip club, demanding I quit.

The third time I encountered the Viking-sized monster of a man, my life fell apart.

Dominant, controlling, and uncompromising in every way—Neil Christensen wasn’t a man you met by coincidence.

He had a plan.

I only hoped I could survive it.

*****

ANDRÉ (Book 3)

André

The Marines trained me to set my sights and wait for the shot. For eight years, I guarded my brothers and defended my country. Now I protect my clients. My personal security firm is the best in the business because I leave nothing to chance… until a dark-haired, hazel-eyed spitfire crosses my path.

She and her sexy-as-hell striptease were supposed to be a one-night distraction. But too late I noticed the branding on her back and my blood ran cold. This woman wasn’t a distraction—she was a death sentence.

Knowing who she was left me no choice. I took her on as my client. But running from her past and hoping we wouldn’t get killed wasn’t an option.

The Marines didn’t train me to retreat. They taught me to engage.

One shot. One kill.