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She bet me she could break the wildest horse on the ranch. I should've known she'd break me instead. I gave up bull riding when a two-thousand-pound monster shattered my leg and nearly killed me. Now I break horses for the Shotgun Saints and keep my head down. Stay loyal to my Prez. Don't touch what doesn't belong to me. Especially not Dakota—Phantom's daughter, Sharp's rodeo princess, and the woman I've been trying not to want for the last few years.

Twenty-one years ago, I let Marlena Hutchins walk away. She was eighteen. I was twice her age, drowning in divorce and club business. I convinced myself pushing her out of Sharp was the right thing to do. Turns out she left pregnant with my kid. A daughter I've never met. Twenty years of birthdays, first days of school, graduations —gone. Stolen by the woman who just walked back into my life like those two decades don't matter. Now Marlena's back in Sharp. Back in my bed. And pregnant again. My ex-wife wants her dead.

He made a vow at her grave. Her best friend is about to break it. I haven't taken off my wedding ring in five and a half years. Haven't slept through the night. Haven't answered a phone call without my hands shaking. Haven't let a woman close enough to touch the wreckage my wife left behind when she died on a rain-soaked highway with my name as the last word on her lips.

I've watched Grace for years. Through every Sunday dinner at the ranch. Every club party where she smiled at men who weren't me. Through her engagement to that VP who thought he could take what was mine. He learned different. Her brother put him in the ground, but I would have made it last longer. Would have carved my name into his corpse for touching her. The president's daughter is supposed to be off-limits. Untouchable. Sacred.

My father shocked not only me, but everyone around him when he announced his retirement. He isn’t just any man - he’s Jorge Vernon and Miami bows down to him. In most cases, his role would pass down to his son, however he doesn’t have any, and that leaves only one heir - me. There’s a catch though, he isn’t just handing me keys to the city. I have to rule alongside one of two men that my father has hand-chosen for me. Oh, and they’re brothers.

If I didn't love her, I would kill her. I'd kill her for so much, but mostly for hiding my kid from me. For up and running, and choosing to keep my daughter out of my life. She doesn't just belong to Melody. She's mine, too, and Melody doesn't get to keep her to herself. She said she ran because of me, because of what I did. I can't blame her for that. I f--ked up, and I might have lost the most important woman in my life, but I refuse to lose my daughter. Not when we haven't even had a chance. Will fighting for my daughter lead me to winning back my girl's heart?

Booger: He's shipping me off to Vegas in the hopes that it will squash whatever fire is starting to ignite between Camila and I. Fist is a smart bastard, I'll give him that. What he doesn't realize is that I'm not the type to give up easily. He's warned me to stay away, but the heart wants what it wants, and I want Camila. I may be going to Vegas, but she'll be on the back of my bike the whole way whether he likes it or not.

My life had been perfect, and then I was stripped away from my family. I had everything: loving parents, a huge biker family (even though they did fight like cat and dogs a lot), and the love from every member of one of the most notorious clubs in United States history. The Reapers' blood flew through every vein in my body. It took my years to find out why - or better who - had stripped me of my life, never knowing who the man was that'd taken everything from me.

With marriage, there are things you can and can't live with. Harry, my abusive husband, made that clear enough when he beat me like a dog, forced a miscarriage on me, and tried posing me as a hostage to my father's notorious biker gang, The Reapers. I was lucky enough to get out of my marriage in one piece but it's only a matter of time before he picks up my trail and hunts me down. Blackjack swears he'll kill him the second he steps foot in town. I know he means well but there's something about his stare when he tells me I deserve better.

Protecting Everly meant putting myself in Kraken's war path, but I couldn't care less. The only thing he asked of us was to stay away from her, to let her have a normal life . . . but how could I do that when I knew the man she was fooling around with? He was no good for her, and I knew his track record. He would ruin Everly like he ruined every woman before her, and I wasn't going to let it happen. It didn't matter that the club was going through hell, that we were in the middle of the biggest battle we'd had in ages. 

I was minding my business drinking when the boys when I decided to take a smoke break and saw the unthinkable—a man had his hand wrapped around Astrid's neck. She wasn't just the VP's daughter in my eyes. She was the kind of woman who should have a man worship her, in all her curvaceous glory. I wasted no time teaching that sorry son of a bi*** a lesson. That was the moment I knew she was mine, even if I knew there would be issues with her father.

She writes about killers. He kills. This December, they'll meet. Celeste Sterling came home to the Adirondacks with writer's block and daddy issues. She'll leave with blood on her hands and a monster's ring on her finger. Between now and then? Twenty-three days of being hunted by a man who makes her fictional villains look like choir boys. A man who collects deer skulls like love letters. Who knows every filthy word she's ever written—including the ones she deleted.

ASHLEY. Quando si è sposati, ci sono cose con cui si impara a convivere… e altre che non si possono accettare. Mio marito Harry è un uomo violento e sono scappata. Per fortuna ci sono riuscita e sono tornata dai Reapers, la banda di motociclisti di mio padre. Sono salva… ma solo per il momento. È solo una questione di tempo prima che Harry riesca a rintracciarmi. Grazie a Dio, esiste Blackjack. Ha giurato che ucciderà quel poco di buono non appena metterà piede in città. È molto dolce con me, ma c’è qualcosa di più nel suo sguardo.

I thought I escaped hell when I ran from the Sanctuary. Hell found me on a Valentine's Day auction block. Where the highest bidder owns you—body, mind, and soul. Vaughn Sutherland paid more for me than most people see in a lifetime. He put me in a room with silk sheets and locked doors. He made me want things I shouldn't want. So, I ran. I made it a few hours before he found me.

Everyone makes mistakes in life, and mine was letting "the one" go. We wanted different things and neither one of us would sacrifice at the time. Our demise wasn't for a lack of love. We loved each other so much. Unfortunately, life was pulling us in two different directions. Then, fifteen years pass by and I'm putting in my coffee order like any other morning, and I see her. She's aged like fine wine and looks more beautiful than ever. 

I knew the second I'd arrived back in Portland he'd know I was here within days, so it wasn't a shock to me that he came knocking on my door, literally. Kaden was my first love, but he isn't the same man anymore. These days he goes by another name, Kinetic, one he was given when he went overseas. Now he's in a biker club and living a totally different life. I came back here to take care of my elderly mother, but I didn't come alone.

Beckett Maxwell reigns over Rivermont Academy with his loyal court: the Royals, their courtiers, their harem. He doesn't have time for a nobody like me: a scholarship student and daughter of faculty to boot. I'm the lowest of the low in a school full of highs. One year everything's going fine. Enough. The next, I'm some pawn in a Royal power struggle. Well, I won't have it. They can bully me, they can torment me, they can make my life miserable. But I will not be used in one of their twisted games.

The moment I laid eyes on Tildie—the most lucious curvy bartender in town—I knew she'd be mine. As President of Saint's Outlaws MC, I've built my reputation on protecting what belongs to me. And from the second I saw Tildie nervously tucking that strand of hair behind her ear, something primal inside me claimed her. She's got secrets. Demons that haunt her. And an ex who wants her back. Too f****ing bad.

So much had happened with the club and the people my brothers' loved. I thought we were for sure going to be getting a break from the chaos for once. After being in the military, I thought we deserved a break. Just like always, life didn’t believe we earned one. Hawk's sister showed up at the clubhouse one day out of the blue. I remember the look of pure exhaustion weighing over her soft features. She confessed that she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She was essentially homeless with no place to go.

Over my entire life, I always saw my fair share of action. I saw more of it than most between my time serving in the United States Marines, and being the Prez of the Deathstalkers MC. A good friend came to me and let me know Hermione was missing. Hermione, the owner of the local coffee shop, who I'd been friends with for years. I had a member of my club look into Hermione's electronic footprint, and I retraced every step. I knew I'd find her, because I didn't have another option. Lo and behold, I find her in the last place I expected her to be—in my enemy's clutches.