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He’s rough. He’s ready. I’m neither. I’m a sacrificial lamb just waiting to be slaughtered. A socialite spawned by a sadist whose life’s work is to cause misery in others. My life is a prison cell, until he helps me find the key. He’s not as dark or as dirty as they say he is. His roughness stirs something in me. Something primal. Something no socialite should crave. He’s a brother in an MC, a world that should be alien to me but somehow, it’s my first real home.

With the whole world knowing about her unusual household of seven – can't forget Tin – and everyone wanting a piece of her and her men, Veronia is an unanticipated haven. Within the confines of that kingdom, Sascha can come to terms with the new status quo, something she actually appreciates. Now, she can slap the cow who dares ogle Sawyer while he's jogging. And that actress who had her paws on Kurt? Yup, no more. Sascha's staked her claim.

When Sascha heads for a job interview, she has no idea that her life is about to change. There's more at stake than just a job here. With five sexy geniuses as her new bosses, she has two choices. Keep things platonic, or make things a bit more interesting. But when she does decide to be more than just a housekeeper to her sexy new employers, she triggers events she could never have foreseen. With five men to protect her, she should be safe, but there's an outside threat that has the potential to destroy them.

I hate myself more than she could ever hate me. The day I betrayed the love of my life was the day I lived up to every messed-up thing my mother predicted. But I'm tired of being broken. I'm tired of life not being worth living. I never thought I'd get a chance to make amends, but here I am, ready to earn my woman's love back. My road to recovery is ugly, and my road to redemption will be hard, but there is no Storm without his Keira. It's time I prove that to her.

They're hers to keep, and she's theirs to cherish, but sometimes, that just isn't enough. Thanks to one small accident that changed everything, Sascha's life is on the brink of implosion. She has her men at her back, but when one of her lovers decides to go rogue, it could ultimately destroy their relationship.She's always has their hearts, but what about their heads? That they cherish her was never in doubt, but can Sascha's men can give her what she needs? With their world in flux, she'll need a lot more than cherishing.

She was an assignment: a selfish brat who'd run away from home and who’d found refuge in an MC, a spoiled pain in my ass that I had to bring back to Daddy. Only—Isabelle is nothing like the picture my initial research painted. Yes, she's a brat. Yes, she's insecure. And yes, she's a Disciple…sort of. But she's so much more than that. So broken, yet so hopeful. So lost, yet so eager to be found.

He’s dark. Dirty. Dangerous. A brother in my dad’s MC. Everything Mom told me to avoid. Everything I shouldn’t want. But his dark, his dirty, and his dangerous are like catnip to me. He stirs fear into the hearts of men, but I hear his rage. I feel it like it’s my own. He’s a killer. Shameless. Some might even call him a psycho. I just call him soul mate. We were born to raise hell together.

It took a death for me to realize a hard truth: I'm not just the Sinners' lawyer. They're not just clients. They're family. But my family is broken, torn apart by politics and dangerous factions who want to control us. It's no longer enough to stick to the sidelines. It's not enough to be the face of the law amid the MC. It's time to ascend. Rex needs his First Lady. It's time to rain hell.

Rachel always thought I was wasting my life on the Sinners, but being Prez is all I've ever wanted to be. When she tore us apart on her journey to become someone, I let her go. I made sacrifices for her because I knew why she had to prove herself. I just didn't realize that would involve freezing me out for years. Now, she's the best criminal attorney in the Tri-state area, and I'm still Prez—only my world is falling apart.

Maverick’s in love with a dead man buried at Arlington National Cemetery, where his heart might as well be buried too. My husband’s stuck in the past, lost in his fractured mind, and the last ten years are a blur to him, meaning I’m a blur to him. But I’m not a ghost. I’m a woman. I’m alive. I breathe. I hurt. Should I let go or hold on? My instinct is to let go, but I have family now. People who matter to me. A posse I’ll kill for.

He was forbidden fruit, a brother in the MC that I thought I’d escaped a long time ago. His ties are deadly and dangerous, and I’m so past that kind of life but I don’t just want him—I need him. He’s addictive. When he demands, I don’t throat-punch him. I drop to my knees like I would for no other man. He celebrates my strength, has my back, and makes me willing to fight a past that has haunted me since childhood. He makes me want more; he makes me reconsider becoming a part of the Sinners again just to reign at his side.

He was my first crush. My first love. But he broke my heart. He tore us apart so brutally that an ocean, never mind a state line, wasn’t enough distance between us. But for all he ruined me, I still love him. Despite the women and the lies, it never died, but that didn’t mean I’d take his BS and roll over for him.

He’s a manwhore. The first time I see him, he’s wiping another woman’s juices off his mouth. He should repel me. Instead, he’s a challenge. A game I want to win. It starts off as just sex. What else would he be good for? But we both catch feelings. Then, somehow, the sex becomes something more. And then I lose everything.

To the rest of the world, I'm broken. Unfixable. But when he looks at me, I know what he sees. A woman, not a doll. A fighter, not a victim. A survivor. Maybe, he sees underneath that. Maybe, just maybe, he sees what I was always born to be—a predator. They took my innocence from me. They stole my adolescence. Now I'm going to reap upon them what they sowed in me. Vengeance. This woman hasn't just been scorned... the hell I'll rain down upon them will look like child's play.

Three mates, three alphas, all mine, to have and to hold. Their protection gives me a future, and their love gives me wings. But the best intentions can still lead us to hell. For the first time in my life, I have a future worth fighting for. Only, that doesn't take away my living demons. When they come for me, which they will, I'm no longer alone.

My woman is a nurturer. She's a bringer of change. A broker of the future. She deals with emotions, sees auras, and glories in the urges of her three alpha mates. To me, she's the saint. But that doesn't make me or my brothers sinners. We were fated to be together, fated to be different. There's nothing sinful in what we have, even if, in the eyes of her family, we're a disgrace.

Newly crowned as Queen of the Fae, and mother to a newborn hybrid, Thalia is about to take on her most daunting role yet: she's been ordained, by the Gods themselves, to bring down the Devil. Morningstar needs to be taken down, and she's the bada$$ to do it. If she can get her hands on him. But when certain situations come to light in the face of Armageddon, Morningstar suddenly doesn't look like the biggest, baddest SOB out there. That title belongs to someone else. Only trouble is, Thalia and her mates can't take out the Earth's true foe on their lonesome.

Thalia Lyndhoven has a problem. Well, she has several. In fact, there are too many to count. Some are doozies, and some are just minor, but, in the grand scheme of things, she looks to have it all. Three beautiful, supportive, very unique mates. Men who'd kill for her. Who'd embrace the darkness for her. As well as more power at her fingertips than most could even imagine. While Thalia has always wanted a simple life, her passage to another realm looks set to prove that will never be.

Thalia Lyndhoven, until recently, was a Pack Princess. Not exactly spoiled, she was barely tolerated by anyone in her family, until an Elder came along and told her fathers, the leaders of the North American Pack, that she was at the center of a prophecy. Along the way, she's found her three mates, learned of the existence of three new races, and has discovered that the Devil is real, and his name isn't Lucifer, but Vulcun, and he doesn't have a tail or horns.

Thalia Lyndhoven's in a quandary. The Devil wants her daughter, and Thalia? Not unsurprisingly, she's not too fond of the idea. Thalia's proven time and time again that she'll do whatever it takes for those she loves, and for her unborn child? Well, Thalia's about to prove that momma bears have got nothing on her.