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Chef Vanessa "Nessy" Blackmore never imagined that a Christmas incident would send her life into a whirlwind of confusion. On one hand, she has Dirty Santa #1, a charismatic politician. On the other, she has Dirty Santa #2, an alluring junkyard owner. Both are amazing. Both are mesmerizing. Neither is making her decision easy.

In my family, I wear a lot of different hats all centered around the same role. Comedian. Life of the party. The jokester. Everyone's favorite fool when I wasn't getting on their last nerve. But without me, my family wouldn't be the empire we are today. As one of the best hackers in the country, I'm the one that uncovers any secrets our enemies are hiding, no matter how big or small. My entire life, I've been able to hack my way ahead of any situation. Yet, somehow I didn't see her coming.

Everyone has some darkness lurking inside of them. The ability to convince themselves what's right is wrong, and what's wrong is right. All my life, I got great at hiding my demons. But you know what they say. Buried demons have a way of clawing themselves to the surface. For a man like me, those demons eventually became my only family.

Everyone has dark secrets, yet mine are the kind of life-altering skeletons that could threaten the very mission I've spent my entire life fighting. My children think they know my story, but they don't. Not all of it. Not the parts that would make them question everything they know in life. My constant has been my love for Stan and that's a truth I'll always share.

Him: She walked into the room like she owned it, demanding that I pay attention before she even voiced a word. When faced with the brown beauty, I almost forgot my number one rule: trust no one. I can't afford any distractions right now, especially when my latest obsession has secrets that can do more harm than good. Her: He has every reason to be uncertain about me, and yet I can't help but be drawn to him in every way. I don't want to crave him like plenty of women already do. He's a Crowne. We'd never work. So why can't I seem to remember that whenever I'm near him?

Every family has secrets. Even the families you least expect. Years ago, the leaders of two prominent families agreed on a treaty that would cloak the forbidden shadows of desire with darkness, hiding a romance that was never supposed to happen. An ultimate betrayal momentarily broke the organization apart. Now, the group has reformed with new rules, new values, and new ruthless ways of silencing their enemies.

You're invited to the wedding of Carter Madden and Serenity Taylor. Before they exchange vows, Carter has to make peace with the family he left behind, starting with a message to the women who changed his brothers' lives for the better. Welcome to Carter's confessional.

HIM. My demons are mine to slay. My burdens are mine to carry. I've never been a knight in shining armor. More like a savage in dusty timbs condemned to spend my existence taking lives. Therefore, the last thing I want to do is save hers, even if my family dictates I'm the best man for the job. HER. He doesn't think I deserve his help, and I don't blame him. He doesn't like that I'm not from his world, and truthfully, he's right. He's the only Crowne I didn't want to help me, and yet he's exactly who I got. While his eyes may seem murderous, there's something else there.

For Carter Madden, his time in the military isn't the only thing that haunts him. For Serenity Taylor, unanswered questions can drive a sane mind mad with speculation. But a Madden man may not be for every woman, especially when broken promises cut deep and unknown secrets whisper loudly in the dark.

Sly smirk. Heated glance. I knew I was hooked from the first moment our eyes connected. But I'm not the type of woman to give in easily. Especially when his offer is dripping in rule breaking notions threatening to consume me.

Ever meet a beautiful soul and know that your life has been changed from that encounter? A rose amongst the thorns. That's what Creed always referred to me as. We were never supposed to be together. Him and me. Us. My life was cut too short. I wasn't finished leaving my mark. You think you know my story, but everyone has secrets.

My world was built on lies and secrets, eating away at the good parts of me. When knowing too much incriminating information could get you killed, your only choices are to adapt or die. There are things about me others would never understand. Yet, one knowing look from her and I realize that my world just got more complicated. She could be my sanctuary in more ways than one. Or she might just be the siren leading me to my demise.

Deliciously dangerous and addictive. That's how I felt when I kissed her. My gut knew she was trouble before my heart did, but she betrayed both. I swore on my Crowne family that trust was something I'd never give twice. But with the past creeping back to light - and her along with it - it seems my world might fall victim to the messy kind of secrets I'm usually so good at cleaning up.

Every family has a fixer. The person who is always expected to solve every problem. Even as a kid, I knew the role I had in my Crowne family would force me to live a life in solitude, surrounded by people, yet alone in many ways. After convincing myself that I was fine on my own, I finally found my person. A man buried so deep in my soul that it broke me a little inside every time we connected. As I was always reminded though, my role was to fix others. Not become the one who needs fixing.

After opening a cultural community center in the heart of Chicago, Porter Crowne is determined to make The Blackout Fest the best Juneteenth celebration yet. Especially when chosen as Mr. Black Chicago. Partnering with influential members of the community will ensure its success. However, if you aren't following the plan, you're in his way just like the curvy, feisty vlogger who argues with every suggestion he has.

Every man has his weakness. For prominent painter and sculptor Malakai Madden, that weakness has always been women. Now, he's finally ready to settle down and shower one woman with his love. There's just one major problem. Overnight, he's gained thousands of Twitter followers after his obsessive ex decides to leak some private information. To make matters worse, a well-known media source retweets them! Suddenly, every woman wants a piece of Malakai.

If there were ever a man who prided himself on always being up front with women, it's tatted bad boy, Crayson Madden, in the flesh. His world may revolve around sex and cigars, but there's a lot more to this cigar lounge owner than what meets the eye. Too bad Jordyn Jameson spends more time arguing with him, than seeing beyond his asshole-ish ways. Now, they are forced together whether she likes it or not and the more Crayson pushes her buttons, the more he likes what he sees behind the confident siren.

Tattoo artist, Ares Hood. He always had the kind of name that was meant for the bedroom. Yet, I wasn’t the type of woman to make it easy for a man. Some might call me a tease, but I like to think I’m just a fast learner when it comes to everything in life ... Except him. Ares and his crazy cousins have these naughty days they celebrate, so when I need his help, I’m almost convinced we can be more. As kids, I was infatuated with him. As young adults, I kind of loathed him. Now we’re grown and I’ve got little room for games, especially his kind.

Caden Madden is the epitome of a Southern gentleman. Polite. Respectable. With an undeniable sexiness and country-bred abs that could only be the result of a hardworking rancher. The only thing you can't rely on this cowboy for is relationship advice. No woman has ever come close to making him want to settle down...until her.

Club owner Cruz Crowne is reckless in the streets and ruthless between the sheets. Santari Lake should be afraid of what he might do, but it's her curiosity about what he won't do that's driving her insane. He could ruin her with one touch, and make her laugh in the same breath, unraveling her piece by piece. Some men don't just steal your heart, they snatch your soul.