Elizabeth Knox

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.

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.

Her scars make her beautiful. My rage makes her safe.

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.

Charlee: 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...

Life doesn’t prepare you for this type of shit. The mother of my children is dead and now I’m on my way back to Tallahassee. I told my sons what happened, but my daughter’s another story.

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....

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.

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.

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.

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....

It wasn't my place to step up and claim to be her baby's father, but it was the only way to protect her, and the unborn life inside her.

In the past I wasn't a good man. No one had to tell me 'cause I already knew it. I made mistakes and I screwed up more times than I could count. It's what led my ol' lady, Skadi, to leave.

I don't know what it is about this stranger that sparks a fire deep inside me. He makes me question everything about my life. I met him one time when he was in the bar with a buddy of his. Weeks have gone by, and I haven't seen him, but I know where he is....

Like every man, I had a type. Except Indra was the total opposite of that. She was exactly what I needed. But with her came an ultimatum I never expected. I was forced to choose between my family and her....

I regret all of it, every damn thing I said to her. Now I might not have the chance to tell her everything. I may never get a chance to apologize to her. To tell her how my worst fear is losing her, and that I’m afraid I may have pushed her to do that....

First rule: Don’t sleep with the man who’s invested in your company. I broke it before I even knew who he was, but either way, I know that he would have gotten under my skin. What’s not to love about Logan? He’s handsome, 100 percent alpha, and is resilient in his business....

Who would've known what I'd find in that fucking basement. More importantly, who knew what I was gonna do. It felt natural, to take off my cut and place it over her shoulders....

I had it all. Or, at least, that’s what everyone else thought. Between my husband being the president of the Demons of Hell and his club, I had a “family”. Except the only thing that made us a family was my husband’s persistent reminders that it was....

I left because I had to; my father was selling me off to the most dangerous man in the world like I was a prized pony. There was already so much taken from me at the hands of my father, and I would allow nothing else to be ripped from me - especially my future....