Why Does The Camel Club Get Bad Reviews?

BOOK 1: THE GENTLEMAN SERIES “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he thrusts, “and so fucking mine. You hear me? Mine! And you dare not think of leaving me ever again.” He groans, his thrusts now hard and fast. “'Cause that's the last thing you'll do." ~~~ Moving to a new city for work after finding out her boyfriend has been cheating on her with a friend, Hannah decides to start afresh. But a fresh start comes with a cost, and if one is not careful, they might unknowingly end up sucking off a mafia lord, Christian Roman, who doesn’t take no for an answer and always goes for what he wants; In this case Hannah. However, this fresh start doesn’t just come with a sexy green-eyed man, but also more truth about Hannah’s heritage, and a memorable lesson about love.

Four stories. Four couples Four bikers. Danielle is shocked when her partner suggests an open relationship, furious she finds the closest bar and storms around there in a red dress, only to find it's a biker bar. She gets far more than she bargained for when one of the men becomes obsessed and doesn't want to give her up, even if she's in a relationship. She becomes known as Red, fierce, loyal and escaping her boyfriend who abused her. Vesper is Red's sister and has a hidden secret, she dissapears for years at a time because her job requires it. As a hired assasin, she constantly gets annoyed by the clubs cleaner, Ghost, and hate turns to lust, turns into something much darker. Davina has a stalker, but he's not the kind you expect. He fixes her shit, cooks for her, and even tips her thousands on her cam business, but he's also the ruthless Prez of the MC.

Welcome to Club Red—where sin is a promise, and surrender is inevitable. This isn’t just a club. It’s a playground for the rich, the ruthless, and the wicked. Behind its blood-red doors, power is intoxicating, desire is currency, and no one leaves unscathed. The men who rule the night here don’t ask—they take. They don’t fall—they claim. And they sure as hell don’t chase… until her. Each book in the Club Red series is a fast-paced, filthy, and a downright sinful ride into obsession, temptation, and the kind of passion that makes a man risk everything. From dangerous billionaires to possessive bosses and men who live in the shadows, these stories burn hot, hit hard, and leave you aching for more. At Club Red, no fantasy is too dark. No secret is safe. And once you step inside, there’s no going back. So tell me…are you ready to play?

Sheikh Uthman Ibn Abbas is the sheikh of the vast Ikram kingdom situated in the middle east and Tequila Meyers is a call girl cum stripper who works her ass off to feed her baby sister after their mother abandoned them. Tequila is delighted to be among those that her boss prepared to dance for the young sheikh in his private room. Her joy knows no bounds when she gets a chance to spend the night in his bed when he offers to pay triple of what she has ever earned at the club. The next morning and the sheikh is gone after leaving a huge check that's enough to take care of Tequila for a long time. Three years later, Tequila escorts her dead best friend's body to his hometown in the middle east and she was shocked to find out the sheikh she once spent the best night of her life with and the father of her baby is the king of Ali's hometown. Sheikh Uthman is shocked to find out he has an heir and now he wants his baby back.

Ava Gray is at a crossroads, giving up being "The Call Center Girl" for a job as an assistant in a very important hotel outside of New York City, she knows that she could improve her limited economy, even fill her refrigerator and pay bills at the end of the month, but when he goes to the interview, the warning bells ring inside his head, he feels the need to flee, but is prevented by that man, the billionaire of the club. Bilogy #ElBillonario

Three days before the long weekend, the Department of Labor called me. "We got an anonymous complaint saying your company is forcing employees to go on a holiday retreat..." I went still. Then I checked social media. Yep. There it was. An intern who'd started a month ago had shoved me onto the local trending page. [Greedy boss turns holiday weekend into mandatory company retreat. Employees are basically free entertainment.] [They say it's optional. Yeah, right. Who's brave enough to say no?] Thousands of comments rolled in, absolutely roasting me. Except our retreats had always been elite. Fully paid. No cheap corporate nonsense. This time, I was paying out of pocket. Seven days in the Maldives. Everything covered. A $2,000 travel stipend each. Senior employees could bring family. But apparently, a free luxury vacation was oppression now. Cool. I told the labor officer, "We'll fully cooperate." Then I dropped a notice in the company group chat. [Per Department of Labor guidance, the long weekend company retreat is canceled. Everyone should take the holiday off as usual.] [The travel stipends and retreat budget will be moved into this quarter's employee benefits reserve.] The second I hit send, something slammed into a desk outside my office.