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She’s the worst person for me. And I can’t get enough of her. Life nearly broke me a year ago. My father died. My brother killed my girlfriend. And my club almost fell apart. By the skin of our teeth, I’m hanging on. But I know I will never meet anyone like my last woman. Her beauty, her smile, her joy… it will never return. And then her best friend showed up. I have every reason to hate her. She works for the DA. She wants me arrested. But the fire in her eyes… the spark in her soul… the flame in her heart… I can’t get enough of it. And I’m going to have it. I don’t ...

She’s perfect for me. Which means she’ll probably end up dead. I'm the pretty face of the Black Reapers. I'm the poster boy. I'm the guy shown to the public, the charmer, the seducer. I’m also a man responsible for the deaths of many. I enlisted in the military to fight evil. Instead, I witnessed too much of it. It broke my soul and destroyed my first marriage. The Black Reapers has given me a second chance at brotherhood, but I can’t trust myself with love. I can fight, I can protect, and I can kill, but I can’t be open. I can’t love. And then I met her. Fierce. Unyielding. ...

She's tempting, irresistible, and quite possibly the literal death of me. And I cannot resist. Hannah Jett. Sister of Mason Jett, the club's Sergeant-at-Arms, the most dangerous biker in the club. He watches over her like a hawk, promising to kill anyone who so much as touches her, let alone sleeps with her. When I first knew Hannah, she was shy, innocent, and timid. But in the years since I've seen her, she's grown into something else now. Fierce. Powerful. Hot as hell. And I must have her. I do not care what the consequences are. I do not care what the fallout must be. I only care about ...

She’s all mine—if I can kill her father. I’m not the pushover anymore. Once the “little brother” of the club, I am my own man. I’ve got men under my control, and I’m not afraid to use them. I’m ready to fight back and end the bloodshed forever. I’m willing to die for victory. I’m willing to die to destroy my enemies. But then I meet her. The woman who gives me a reason not to be a martyr. The woman who gives me a reason to see life beyond the final battle. She's beautiful. She's smart. She's perfect. The problem isn't who she is. It's who her father is. The man ...

I always get my way. And she's next. At first, I wanted nothing to do with Elizabeth Rogers. Too combative. Too rich. Too smart. Not to mention the sister of my ex. But the more I saw her, the more I had to have her. Those curves. Those eyes. That fiery spirit. When I say I want something, I get it. And at this point, I want Elizabeth Rogers. The only question is how I'll get her. But the how doesn't really matter. Because in the end, I always win.

I don't know why she's reaching out to me. She knows I hate her. It's been years since I last spoke to Rose Wright. And as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to keep it that way. She was a nightmare. Rose could cut me down like no one ever could. By the end of our relationship, both of us were trying to pierce the other's soul with our words, to leave them bleeding out. And the sickest part of it all? The only reason we really broke up was because she moved away for school. It wasn’t like I grew a pair and dumped her. Only the good—yes, good—fortune of distance broke us apart. I swore I ...

“This is who I am. I am a killer.” It's all I want people to know.I don't want them to know my name. I don't want them to know my backstory. I don't want them to see me as anything more than a ruthless assassin.Because it's the only thing I'm good at, and it's the only thing I see myself as.But then she comes into my life.She recognizes me as something more than a killer, even if I don't.She believes there's good in me. She believes there's love in me. She believes there's more to me than meets the eye.I don't believe her.But she's changing my mind.We'll see if it lasts. It never ...

She shouldn't even be alive. And now she could be mine. A decade ago, the Bandits took everything from Rachel Reid. Her dignity. Her passion. Her soul. The horrible events drove us all with rage, but they drove her to disappear. We never saw her for years. We even thought she might be dead. But now, rumors are spreading. She's been seen. Somehow, she's looking stronger, more beautiful, and more determined than ever. I shouldn't be feeling this way about her. She was once Brock's. I'm too old. She's been through too much. But looking at Rachel has made me feel something I thought I'd never ...

I must have her. If not, I will destroy what little in my world remains. I watched my father get murdered in cold blood by my “friends.” He was my only parent; I was his only child. He was everything to me. I was once named after him, but no more. Now, I am Phoenix. I am reborn with a fiery vengeance, set to burn the world down. The Black Reapers cannot stop me. The Fallen Saints cannot stop me. I cannot stop myself. But someone can. Her. She is the light that fills the void my father left. She is the hope in a hopeless world. She is the only soul that can prevent me from destroying ...

I've waited over a year for a second chance. I won't wait another day to have her. Justine Elks is the most exotic, intelligent, and beautiful woman I've ever seen. She also swears she'll never date a Black Reaper ever again. She got burned badly the last time she wound up with one of us. It wasn't my fault, but I'm paying the price for it. But that won't stop me. I see the look in her eye. I see the smile she tries to hide when she sees me. I feel her lust, her passion, her arousal for me. And after waiting as long as I have for this chance? I don't care what she says about never dating a ...

She’s my best friend’s ex—and I must have her. There’s nothing in our town for men like me. The Bandits terrorize the residents. The sheriff looks the other way with bribes in his pocket. My brothers and I fight, but it’s a losing battle. We only have ourselves, our fists, and our bikes. But one person sees something more in me. Tara Rogers. She’s the girl next door—if you happened to grow up in a rich neighborhood. Sexy, smart as hell, and feisty. She’ll knock you on your ass with both her body and her wits. There’s just one problem. Her ex is my best friend. And not only...

It's about time for me to get my damn freedom--and I'm taking her with me. I've never been a free man before. King took me in as an orphan and turned me into a dog on a leash. But I'm tired of being his slave. I've set everything up. I'm getting out. I'm going to be my own man. And wouldn't you know it, just as I kick things into gear, she shows up. Dr. Brianna Gold. She's a club doctor, and that gives me an up close view of all her curves, beauty, and fire. And the best part is? She wants out too. She thinks she wants out from all of us. But she won't get away from me. Because not only ...

She's my perfect past and my ideal future. But first, I have to survive the present. Long ago, I had the perfect childhood. My best friends, Lane and Cole. The girl next door, Sasha. And everything I could ever want. But then the perfect nightmare came. My father moved me to Las Vegas. I had no choice but to forget everyone I knew. Then, one day, I discovered friends had become enemies. But the girl next door never did. Beautiful, calming, and peaceful, Sasha is the only thing that keeps me grounded. And as things have started to unravel with my father, she's the one forcing me to ask the ...

I thought she hated my guts. I was right--and yet she's still returned. Long ago, Melissa Cook and I were together. It ended dramatically. I wasn't ready for her. She wasn't ready for me. We parted not just on bad terms, but irreconcilable ones. I had no reason to believe she would ever want me again. And yet... For some reason, she's come back. And when I see her, I don't recall the hate, the contempt, or the disgust. I recall the passionate flames of love. I recall the feeling of her being the one. I recall the certainty we'd figure it all out. And now, with a second chance, maybe we will.

I haven't loved anyone in over ten years. So why should she be any different? Hailey Cook is like many women that come through the club.Cute. Sexy. Mine.But for some reason, she's not giving herself up so easily.She's insisting that before I can have her, she has to give me what she wants.Publicity and media coverage.Two of the things I most abhor in the world.And yet, for some reason, I find myself saying yes to her.I tell myself that it's just to say I've slept with a reporter.But maybe there's something more to it.Maybe Hailey can change a decade of heartache, agony, and sorrow.

Somehow, my wife has become my biggest regret—one I cannot get rid of. I shouldn't even be alive. Hunted by both the Black Reapers and the King's Men, I'm a man with no country. Luckily, I'm not a man with no brains. I've found a way to leverage things to my advantage. I know which side won't kill me. I know how to help them. I know what I can do. And that should be all that matters. But... The woman I told to leave me for dead just won't do that. In fact, she's moved down to Phoenix to get me back. She knows how deadly this is. She knows how much I don't want her around. And yet, I can't...

I've seen my father and friend fall in love. I won't make the same mistake. There's a war coming, and we are not prepared. I've told everyone in the club that we need to change things up. No one's listening. And why would they? My father is president. I'm just the vice president. For that reason, I'm focusing on what I can control. My preparation. My club. My focus. Not falling in love. But then Leigh shows up. She's a party girl. She's a wild one. She's the type that's easy to love for a night, ignore thereafter. But funny thing, that. Leigh isn't disappearing so easily. I can't get her ...

I don't want her. But I need her. Katie Lane is exactly the kind of girl I should hate. If there's one thing I know from my past, it's that women like her always hurt you in the end. But when I stare at her, I damn well can't help myself. She's beautiful. She's sexy. She's ferocious. I want to stay the hell away from her. But I have a feeling I'm going to need her before it's all said and done.

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