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I'm the Enforcer for the Demented Sons MC. I don't do beach hook-ups with a prim-ass school teacher. And I sure as hell don't obsess over the chick afterward. But that's exactly what I did. Remembering every inch of her luscious body, every damn sound she’d uttered — I fell into a hole I couldn’t crawl out of. A five foot nothing, legs for days, hole.

When you're born, you never know what life will throw at you. You just make the best of it no matter what happens. That's pretty much been my go-to since infancy. Then, the charming, bald-headed, blue-eyed, Brent came along, and I thought all the suck in life had been flushed down the drain. Ha! That's when my true journey began - motherhood. This is my story on how I took life by the gonads when I decided I needed closure from my past - my father's sudden death in particular.

Brynn of Haversey has some ghostly problems, but luckily she has six potential lovers to make it all a bit easier....

As President of the Demented Sons MC, I don’t have time in my life for a woman. It’s not easy running a chapter and raising a teenager alone. Except sometimes life nails you like a freight train. Nothing prepared me for her. A ghost from the past, she barreled in wanting something from me I wasn’t prepared to give. Trying to keep my club together and my daughter from going off the rails, while staying under my enemy’s radar had me wound tight. Haunted by icy blue eyes and a sexy smile, I caved...Now I’m caught in a web that’s destined to get me killed.

I fell through the Looking-Glass; I got back home. But get this: I didn't come alone. Oh, and it doesn't feel like home anymore. Unlike Alice in the original story, this is not my Wonderland.

Once upon a time, I was a mute captive who wished for death. Now, I'm stowed away on a yacht. Saved and taken, the thief who stole me demands my voice, my past, my everything. I won't give in. But Elder refuses to take no for an answer. He pushes and cajoles, slowly discovering who I am. Until I find out he plays the cello to escape his demons, all while his music conjures mine. He's rich, I'm bankrupt. I'm mute by choice, he's curious by nature. So many reasons why we can never work.

Brynn of Haversey is a spirit whisperer - a person blessed with the ability to see and speak to the dead. In the country of Amerin, she's one of a select few with magical gifts known as whisperers. Every year, the Royal College accepts a small number of new students, all magically inclined, all whisperers. Competition is brutal and the classes, nearly impossible to pass for a half-breed angel with two left feet and a massive pair of black feathered wings.

When my eyes are closed, the monster can't see me. When I sing a song in my head, the monster can't hear me. When I pretend my bedroom is a playground where I play hide-and-seek, the monster can't find me. The darkness should frighten me. I should worry I'll find more monsters...monsters scarier than him. But I'm not afraid.

Once upon a time, I wished to go home and forget. Now, I'm strong and ready to fight. Seduced and claimed, Elder no longer just demands my voice, he commands me to be a thief like him. I refuse. But he offers me things I shouldn't want, favors I should run from. In return for his protection, I'm ordered to steal enough pennies and dollars to buy back my freedom. Only, we both aren't prepared for how he changes me, evolves me.

Once upon a time, I was an 18-year-old psychology student. Now, I'm a man's property. Stolen and sold, I've been decorated in bruises since the day my world changed two years ago. I suffer in silence, I crave freedom, but I never break. I can't. Until he arrives. Elder Prest, the only man to look at me and see me. The only man more ruthless than my owner. He wants me for reasons I don't understand. He claims me for one night then leaves and never looks back. Until he returns. And life becomes much more complicated.

I'm a biker and a woman who was raised by my family, the Sacred Sinners. Growing up an MC brat, I've known nothing but leather, booze, club whores, camaraderie, and chrome. The name's Eva "Bink" Cummings, and this is my story.

I’m Ogun “Voodoo” Dupré - SAA for the Ankeny RBMC. There’s no pretty way to put it: I do the dirty work for my club. Without question, I follow the direct orders of my president. Except, when my services were required for a particularly delicate situation, I found myself hesitating for the first time in my adult life.

I met fallen angel princes; I met a Savage Duke; I met a Cheshire Cat. And remember - how could you possibly forget - I'm the fabled Alice from the prophecy. Just a twisted, dark version of the girl in Lewis Carroll's old books. Except in those books, there was a happy ending. In those books, Alice wasn't dating nine very different, very beautiful men. But now that I've met the King of Hearts and the Mad Hatter, I'm not sure who the real bad guys are.

Luca Bianco is a jerk. There I said it. Men like Luca are good for one thing only - a one-night stand - not commitment. I don’t care if my friend did pay good money at a charity bachelor auction for me to go on a date with him, I refuse to do it. That is until Luca offers me a deal I can’t refuse, and I agree to be his pretend fiancé. The heat that’s simmered between us for a decade ignites and I’m not sure even Luca will be able to kickstart my heart after I call code blue.

Two years. Since my life changed for the second time and not necessarily for the better. Two years since I traded prison bars for streets and hunted a runaway who I'd met in an alley. Two days. Since I forgot how to lie, woke to fists, and chased after the girl who'd been stolen from me. Two hours. To save her, rescue her, keep my lies intact. She looks at me full of hate. I look at her full of confession. Two minutes. For our relationship to switch from mutual dislike to floundering with unknowns. I've hurt her. Now, she's hurt me. I guess we're even.

Once upon a time, my heart was broken. Wrecked beyond repair. Then, I met him. A man who wasn’t like anyone before. Who didn’t see the world like others saw it. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with me. The girl nobody wanted. A soul destined to save others, when she couldn’t save herself. I didn’t believe him when he said I was his. But darkness belongs with darkness. And love doesn’t always equal pain. Maybe, fairy tales do exist for women like me. A prince to hold bloodstained hands. Happiness to be found among the wreckage.

My one-night stand is my new boss. I met him at the society wedding of the year; he's the man every woman in New York wants. He's rich. Devastatingly good looking. Charming. Mr. I-Could-Blow-Your-Mind. And yes, he did blow my mind. It was just supposed to be one night. I told him I don't date. But now he wants to make me his. How will I resist all those suits and the muscles they hide? How will I survive the unexpected dinner parties and work trips? How will I ignore the scorching chemistry between us? I can’t give my heart away again. Spoiler alert: I'm failing.

After we were caught, she was ripped away, leaving me begging for death. Dropped into the middle of the Civil War, I thought my wish had been granted. Little did I know, my punishment was my anguish on Earth and it would never end. For years, I was a lost soul, wandering—until I found the Ankeny RBMC. With them, something within my empty chest settled and I dared put down roots. When she showed up on our doorstep, I was stunned.

I’m Damien “Facet” Blackwood—tech guru for the Ankeny RBMC. Love is bullsh*t. My mother and her two thousand husbands were enough to convince me. Give me my computers any day of the week. Until Willow. Victim of a black market adoption, she wanted our help to find her biological parents. From the second I laid eyes on her, I wanted her, but I couldn’t touch her. It would only lead to heartache.

I'm a biker and a woman who was raised by my family, the Sacred Sinners. Growing up an MC brat I've known nothing but leather, booze, club whores, camaraderie, and chrome. The name's Eva "Bink" Cummings and this is my story. At the ripe ole age of 30, with no husband or kids, being a part of a motorcycle club isn't all fun and games. Things are changing. The moment my world collides with the six-foot-eight biker who helped raise me, I find out the hard way that your life, in an instant, can be flipped upside down. And the people you know and love aren't always who they seem.