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Drew Foster is trapped in a one-man operation. Focused on building his small IT consulting business, the workaholic thirty-one-year-old has no time for close relationships except with his sister and widowed mom. But at a Halloween bash hosted by his brother-in-law’s hockey teammate, he hits it off with an unknown woman in an outrageous mascot costume.

Eve Sawyer is ready to wave goodbye to summer. Fresh off helping solve a puzzling beach crime, the inquisitive college student can’t wait for fall classes to start. But her newfound fame has attracted an anxious mom’s cry for help to track down a classmate who never returned home. Eve soon learns that the girl’s boyfriend is also missing.

Badly burned and injured, I’ve lost everything. I can’t fight fires anymore, or even ride my bike. I brood, alone, even have thoughts of ending my life. That was when I hit the lowest point and the start of wanting to fight back. I needed someone beside me. I didn’t expect to find a friend in Allie. Was she like the rest of the sweet butts, just wanting to become an old lady? Had she sunk her claws into me, as she thought I was easy? Was she ignoring my scars, just so I’d patch her?

Once a shy, gawky teenager, Chase has grown into a strong, handsome man. Yet he never escaped the heartache of Katie’s sharp rejection. For years, he’s distracted himself with work. Now, his time is filled with raising his nephew after his brother and sister-in-law died in a car accident. The last thing he needs is a painful reminder of the past. Yet thanks to his cousin, the two meet again and realize the spark of attraction between them is still burning bright.

Growing up, I was mesmerized by a man soaring the skies. The greatest silk aerialist in the world, Chandler Moreau. The day before my parents died, they took me to see his circus, and it was then I knew my fate was sealed. I would do everything in my power to perform with them one day. To perform with him.

I’ve found a new home, a new place in the world, and now I must keep my secret. They can't find out who I once was—who I still am. I can't change, but I can disguise myself to avoid being a social pariah.

I’ve committed the ultimate crime. To repay my gambling debts, I’ve stolen from my MC. Now, I’m out in bad standing. Cast adrift from all men I called Brother, I approach a rival MC. They let me join on the basis I share all the information about my previous club. In other words, they want me to help them take out the Satan’s Devils. What option have I got? I can’t ride alone, and no other club would take me. Having to start from the bottom as a prospect is a shit job, but I’m just grateful they’ve given me a new home.

Max Logan longs for the joys of home and family he missed growing up in foster care. He fills that emotional void by becoming a Marine, and for 18 years, he leads his band of brothers from one hellhole to another. Until the one that nearly destroyed him. Skylar Ward dreams of a life that includes someone beside her. Someone to share her life and be a father to her young daughter. But if she learned anything from her failed marriage, it was that you don’t rush into a relationship. Only Max Logan sparks her interest. But the handsome, brooding war hero remains aloof.

I’ve never been one to use the sweet butts like my brothers. I’ve waited for someone who’s special, the woman who’ll ride with me through life. I’ve sat back and watched as one by one my brothers are being pulled away from their whoring ways, finding their old ladies and leaving their bachelor life behind with no regrets. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Someone to be mine.

Crystal, my wife, old lady, and soul mate, is dead. There’s no way to survive, nothing for me to live for. All I want to do is to join her. Now here I am, a solitary biker out on the road with no brothers behind me, my only company—the ghost of my old lady. Then the cop starts calling me. And I start to live for those calls. My Prez would kill me if he knew I was talking to the detective, but somehow I can’t stop. Police and outlaw motorcycle clubs cannot—and do not—mix.