Bøger i Outlaw serien

A showdown looms between monsters. Villain versus vigilante. Chemist versus Outlaw. Time grows short. Old enemies and new gather for the reckoning, a battle which sprawls across Los Angeles. Forced from their families by discovery and betrayal, Chase and Katie are cast into danger while the Infected take sides and rip at the fabric of order and chaos. America groans under the weight of a madman, and teeters on the precipice of war. To win, the Outlaw must decide how much he's willing to risk. And who he's willing to risk. Because some battles can't be won by strength alone. And some battles can't be won at all. The Final Book in the Outlaw Series This is not The End But it is the end of the beginning

The girl once known as Katie Lopez wakes up in an abandoned Wal-Mart with no memory, possessing only the vague sense that something has happened. Where is her family? Where is her boyfriend? She has a faint recollection of him, a ghost of a memory. The world, she discovers, is staggering from the weight of rampaging mutants, victims of a bizarre surgery gone wrong. Once intended to bring about a utopia, now the victims threaten societal meltdown. Much to her surprise, the girl with no memory discovers she is their queen.

Book two of the explosive must-read dystopian series. City of Broken angels follows Queen Carmine as she seeks to preserve her people and her city.

Los Angeles smolders within the clutches of The Chemist, a madman determined to harness and control the ancient Infected. Around his besieged Sanctuary, powerful allies and enemies gather and clash and rage, and the mighty American military can only lick its wounds. Against the maelstrom stands the Outlaw, fuming and waiting for the right moment to counter-strike. The country holds its breath and hopes in the mysterious vigilante, a boy who would sacrifice it all for the love of the girl down the street.

Meet the Kittns, a female motorcycle club, built on the bonds of sisterhood. More than just pretty faces, these ladies are professionals by day and dangerous vigilantes by night. It took to being beaten black and blue by my boyfriend, for me to rip that target off my back and to stand up for myself. Then I found, (more like they found me) a group of beautiful women that had no problem punching a guy or two, for money. These women demanded respect and they got it. Their power was intoxicating and I wanted a piece of it. But I had no idea the extent I would have to go to, to keep myself safe and to keep my double life a secret. Be warned, these Kitnnz have claws!