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I'm a dangerous man. A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red. I'm a man who belongs in the shadows. I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor's bedroom when she's not home, touching her things and inhaling her scent. I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. No number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me. The only option left for me is violence.

I've always heard there's a fine line between love and hate. No one told me that line could destroy me. Noah Fontaine. King of the school. My living nightmare. The object of my fantasies. My new stepbrother. I did whatever it took to survive him. Every day he took more of me. I just didn't expect him to take my heart. Because of the boy I once hated, I'd never be the same girl again.

She's back. We were kids the last time I saw her, but my innocent crush from childhood is full-grown now. And it's not so innocent anymore. She's a breath of fresh air from the series of one-night stands since being drafted into the NHL. I've only got one shot with her, and I'm not taking it for granted. I may give her the passion she's been craving, but she's the intimacy I've waited for my whole life.

Someone once told me that there's a fine line between love and hate. They forgot to mention how that line, once broken, can never be mended. Skylar Ames. My stepsister. The very embodiment of all I've ever desired. She'll forever hold my heart in her hands.

Okay, so my bad for assuming the guy I was going on a date with wasn't married. And my bad for taking him to a friend's house for dinner, only to find out my friend is also friends with his wife. Because, in fact, he is married. And she happens to be at my friend's house because her husband was "busy working." Confused? So am I. Unsurprisingly, my date's wife is super angry about finding out that her husband is a cheating asshole. Girl, I get it. Then to make matters more convoluted, there is the man sitting next to my date's wife. A man named King, who is apparently her brother.

When I was nine, I went to my first funeral. Along with accepting my father's death, I had to accept new and awful truths I wasn't prepared for. When I was nineteen, I went to my mother's funeral. We weren't close, but with her gone, I became more alone than ever before. Sure, I have a half-brother who runs The Alliance. And yeah, he's given me his protection—in the form of a bodyguard and chauffeur. But I don't have anyone that really knows me. No one to really love me. Until I meet him. The man in the airport.

Running away from home at 17 wasn't easy. Let's face it, though, nothing before or in the ten years since has ever been easy for me. And I'm doing okay—sorta. I just need to keep scraping by, living under the radar. Staying out of people's way, off people's minds. When a man walks through my open patio door, stepping boldly into my home and my life, I should be scared, frightened, terrified. I must be more broken than I realized because I'm none of those things. I'm intrigued—and I'm wondering if the way to take control of my life is by giving in to him.

The ruthless mafia king is no stranger to violence, but when he lays his eyes on my bruised and battered face, he's furious. I thought my makeup was thick enough to cover the beating I suffered until my inappropriately flirtatious boss noticed. As a cocktail waitress in his casino, I've always been on Mr. Salvato's radar, but now he's obsessed, demanding to know who hurt me and why, intent on making them suffer.

My older sister ran away from home to avoid being forced into an arranged marriage with the mafia family blamed for her mother's death. Now, that burden has fallen to me. Eighteen and sheltered, my life has only ever revolved around the familiar comfort of the tennis court. I've always been shielded from the brutal realities of my father's world, protected from his enemies. Enemies like Lochlan Dunne, who my father now wants as an ally.

I turned him down… he bought the entire ballet company. I still said no… he blew hundreds of thousands on a night out for everyone. I gave into my lust… and he got me pregnant. His name is Alexei Federov, and he is a mafia kingpin.

Not only is my boyfriend dead, but he left me with a sizable loan in my name to a mafia boss. When Dimitri Federov, a handsome, loaded Russian playboy, appears on my doorstep, I panic. He wants money to repay the debt. Money I don't have. The prick offers me a solution—pay with my body. I turn him down flat, but the indecent proposal remains in my thoughts, forever reminding me of what could have been…

Three devious, demented, and psychotic men who would do anything to see me break. Ace Lennox, Theon Watson, and Blais Monroe are the definition of sinners. A normal person would see them and run. I’m anything but normal. Their torture and torment bring out the darkness looming under my skin. Wickedness I’ve been trying to keep locked away for years is threatening to escape.

He says he's stealing my youth, but I want him to have it. Until a baby bump ruins all my plans. I never wanted to strip for money… but a job is a job, and one check later, I've spent the night with a gorgeous, loaded mafia boss and paid off my mom's hospital bills. Four years later, the handsome stranger comes back into my life… Except Maksim Federov has no idea I had our baby girl years ago after the night we spent together.

My father was once a powerful player in the Chicago underground, but six years ago, he left that life behind. We changed our names. Our identities. Our lives. The ghosts of the past never forgot him, though. They never forgot me. Dad promised me we were safe, but I should’ve known that was just another one of his lies. The past always finds you, and mine finds me on my wedding day when four brutal, dangerous men drag me from the altar in a hail of gunfire. Four men who used to be four boys. Four boys I cared about. Four boys I left behind.

In the Phoenix club, there is only one rule: watch, don’t touch, until the powerful owner falls for his new star in this deliciously intriguing romance from USA Today best-selling author Stacey Kennedy.

Caught up in an MC war is no place for a wholesome kindergarten teacher. No place for an Angel. What if she sees the savage monster in me? But walking away isn’t an option. From the first touch, I’m doomed. Swallowed up by her goodness. Claiming Madeline is the only way to keep her safe. And make her mine.

How can the four men who stole me from my life be the same men who saved my life? And in the aftermath of that terrible night, where do we go from here? I don’t know what to believe anymore. I don’t know who to trust. All I know is that someone wants me dead. Someone is plotting in the shadows. The men vow they’ll keep me safe, but all of them are bound by duty to deliver me to Damian Novak, no matter what the consequences.

Reporter Hazel Rose has a new assignment: locate the masked man in the photograph taken at the Phoenix sex club and snag an interview with him. The only problem? Shy Hazel already knows all about the club…and the man in the photo. He’s her new roommate, Kieran Black.

They say the devil goes by many names, and I know four of them: Ciro, Hale, Zaid, and Lucas. My father was once a powerful player in the Chicago underground, but six years ago, he left that life behind. The past always finds you, and mine finds me on my wedding day when four brutal, dangerous men drag me from the altar in a hail of gunfire. Four men who used to be four boys. Four boys I cared about. Four boys I left behind. They’re not the same boys I knew though, and whatever we may have once been to each other, it doesn’t matter anymore.

As the newest "ice babe" for the Colorado Blizzard, I'm not too worried about breaking that rule. I know a thing or two about fending off hockey players looking to score. At least, that's what I thought...until I caught the eye of Blizzard captain and heartthrob Hunter Rockwell. No matter how many times I turn the troubled star down, he's convinced I'm just playing hard to get - and he doesn't care how much hot water his flirting lands me in.