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Once believing that love can conquer all, Mandee Carlin's life was then turned upside down and inside out. Her beauty queen good looks and sweet smile always caught the eye of the wrong kind of man. However, as a survivor, she still holds on to hope that one day she will come face to face with the man whose whispered words will give her strength to still believe. What happens when the hopeless find hope...at the wrong time?

Beware of what you wish for; it might just come true. Train swore never to let a woman get under his skin unless it meant forever, and forever only meant belonging to the Last Riders. He had believed his one brief sexual encounter with Killyama was a "hit it and quit it". Instead her green eyes haunted his memories.

As president of The Last Riders, Viper's only fear was losing his wife. After all, he had almost lost her once before. As wife to the president, Winter lived in fear every day: fear that a club enemy would take Viper from her, fear that one of the club women would tempt him to stray, fear that she wasn't enough of a woman for him. One thing Winter didn't fear was risking everything to carry her husband's child, even her health, yet Viper refused to take the chance.

Falling down is an accident. Staying down is a choice. Going down is a career-changer...that's the one I did. How was I supposed to know that the NHL's toughest enforcer, the Red Wings' laundry room, and one security video would be my downfall? I've spent more time in the penalty box than any other player in the NHL, but this time I really screwed up. How was I supposed to know that one night and one choice would be worse than all of my transgressions on the ice? Now, I've lost my team, my sponsors, and my publicist. For most people, it's bend or break. For me, it's melt or harden.

Lucky had always led a life of service. He had always put his life on the line for someone else, managing to survive by pure luck and skill. After bringing an end to a multistate drug ring, he was finally able to live the life he had wanted as a Last Rider. A good man would walk away and not touch the curvy woman who had been tugging on his heartstrings. Lucky wasn't a good man.

I was young and naive. I thought I could save the world. I thought that protecting those around me from hurt and pain was what I was born to do. She made me feel that way. Ava Links, the little girl who was too f - king stubborn for her own good. The little girl who absorbed the hurt and pain of everyone around her and tried to bring sunshine to them all. The little girl who somehow looked at me, expecting - no, damn near demanding - I protect her.

Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise that she would do anything to save her mother's art gallery. Unfortunately, not only is The Red painted red, but it's in the red. Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a mysterious man comes in after closing time and makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she agrees to submit to him for the period of one year. The man is handsome, English, and terribly tempting - but surely her mother didn't mean for Mona to sell herself to a stranger.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. In fact, some of them almost ruined me. But I am a good person. I want to make amends. I want to fix things with my sister and finally have my life back. I want to change, and I'm trying. But I just can't let the past go. Reaper doesn't make it easy for me. He hates me with a passion. He's vowed to do whatever he can to get me out of my sister's life and away from his club. It doesn't matter. He won't stop me. No matter how terrified of him I am, nothing is going to stop me from changing my destiny and trying to fix the wrongs from my past.

Shade is everything Lily doesn't want in a man. He's rude, obnoxious, and definitely not a cowboy. The tattooed enforcer for The Last Riders is a mystery Lily doesn't want to solve. He's too much for her to handle, especially with the nightmares from her past constantly threatening her sanity. Lily is everything Shade wants in a woman. She's sweet, kind, and submissive. When she discovers the truth about The Last Riders, it threatens to tear apart every relationship within the club.

Emma Cooper is determined to fulfill her mother's dying wish to scatter her ashes with Aiden Sheffield in Linx, Texas. Just one problem. Why Texas and who the hell is Aiden Sheffield? The only clue is a faded piece of her mother's stationary. Emma imagines Aiden is a former love of her mother's, but when she meets the beautiful, damaged stranger, she realizes her assumptions couldn't be more wrong. He's hot and young. And Emma is as confused as ever.

Knox, a former Navy SEAL, has been in several dangerous situations, but nothing compares to dealing with Diamond Richards. Framed for murder, he needs the passionless lawyer to prove his innocence. But when he no longer needs her help, he's going to show her the passion she's capable of and walk away a free man. Diamond plans on earning her huge fee to prove Knox is innocent, but she had no idea the muscled biker could bring out the passion she kept hidden behind her designer clothes.

Lilith Goode is dating - and in love with - five gorgeous rock stars. She shares her body, her heart, and her soul with each one of them. But can one woman really love five different men? What if they're all tattooed, pierced, scarred, and broken? And what if they all need her as much as she needs them?

I was raised knowing the difference between lust and love. I was warned to never fall for someone who simply set my body ablaze. As the daughter of a southern preacher, I held on to my virtue...sort of. A man always knew his place with me, but only one would someday hold my heart.

Hard head. Bad attitude. Terrible boyfriend. That's what my exes have said about me - but I wasn't serious about any of them, so what do I care what rumors they spread? What I need is to be left alone; by the press, by the paparazzi, and by women. Too bad I'm about to be surrounded by them for the weekend. My obnoxious, matchmaking brother is getting married, and he's doing his damnedest to find me a wedding date.

Thirty days ago, I received an internship with a design firm in LA. One day ago, I kissed a hot businessman in a swanky bar and then left him with a fake name and number. Today, that sexy stranger is my new boss, and he's not too happy when he finds out my real identity. But that doesn't change the fire that lit between us, and now I have six weeks of trying to resist Brody Jensen. He might be out of my league, but I'd be out of my mind not to give in to the chemistry threatening to consume us.

She's the forbidden fruit, and I'm her dirty fantasy. Four years ago, she kissed me. She said she was 19. She wasn't even close. To make it even worse, she's daddy's little princess. Then, a year ago, I was hired to head a security team for her out-of-control younger sister while on a European tour with the band Foreplay. I vowed to stay away from her, becoming a shadow in the dark whenever she was around. Now she's been hired to photograph her sister's 60-day honeymoon, all around the world. She's not a little girl anymore.

They call him Tricks. To me, he was the first man I ever felt I could trust. He annihilated all the stereotypes about men rooted in me, even when he so easily fit the mold. He wasn't my type, not at all. I hated men. In my last life, anyway.

When offered the keys to the kingdom, I all but pissed on the throne. I didn't need the figurative crown to become the king, and I sure as hell didn't want anything more to do with the little queen. When the power started to shift and lives were being torn apart, justice needed to be served. Who better to serve it up...than me?

I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in. He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl". In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies. I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.

I'm Lexie Delaney, and I'm a necromancer. Which means, I can see the dead, talk to them, affect them. Not as fun as it sounds. Especially since the Veil closed and the dead have been stuck here. Things in town are getting tense. School is starting, and I'm already tired of our plan to keep our relationships quiet. Bodies keep showing up and no one has a clue as to why.