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I once served with her older brother and when she ran into some trouble, she came looking for me. She shows up at the gate to the club begging for my help. Of course, I’m going to help her - I would never turn away a woman in trouble. But with her, its more. I’m going to claim her. Make her mine...and never let her go.

Her scent drew me to her, but something deeper and more powerful told me she was mine. Something that would not be denied. Something that demanded I claim her then and there. I took her the way a beast takes his mate. Roughly. Savagely. Without mercy or remorse. She will run, and when she does, she will be punished, but it is not me that she fears. Every quivering, desperate climax reminds her that her body knows its master, and that terrifies her.

A botched robbery took my parents, leaving me alone. Well, not entirely alone. My uncle took me in. Enter my Greek God - my uncle’s friend and business partner. Two decades and tons of water separated us. Plus, he’d just lost his wife to his best friend. Not the best time for either of us. Not that time gives a damn when hot wild action is on the table. Muscles upon muscles. Hotter than sin.

They were paid to bring me home safe. They decided to keep me instead. I thought I could run away from the marriage the mafia arranged for me, but I ended up held prisoner in a foreign country by someone far more dangerous than the man I tried to escape. Then Jack and Diego came for me. They didn't ask if I wanted to be theirs. They just took me.

Brick: She saved me in a bar fight. Yep, that’s right. I’m a bad a** biker and a little, bitty woman saved me. When I finally got out of there, I took her with me...even though she didn’t want to go. Now, I have to find a way to keep her.

Raven is not one of my kind, but the moment I caught her scent I knew she belonged to me. She is my mate, and when I claim her, it will not be gentle. She can fight me, but her pleas for mercy as she is punished will soon give way to screams of climax as she is mounted and rutted....

He was a biker, a Nomad at that. They're the worst type of outlaws to fall for. He called me his daydream, and I fell. I promised I wouldn't f--k him, but I lied and then left. I had to. He didn't want kids, and I was carrying his child. Now, I have to go back and can't help but wonder...will he kill me for keeping his son a secret?

Rancher - Injured, I can’t run my ranch and I can’t ride my bike. The two things I love. And just when I’m at my lowest, I’m sent Zoey. She’s sassy, bossy, and pushes me to my limits. She’s everything I need. Zoey - It’s my job. To help people heal. But when I’m assigned Rancher, I find out that I’m in way over my head. I want to help mend his body...he wants to mend my heart.

An alpha older man, younger curvy woman romance. Lilly: I found my brother, the President of the Exiled Guardians, when I was 18. He wanted me safe and sent me away to college. But now I’m back...and the one man I’ve thought about all these years is still here and I’m pretty sure he’s been waiting for me.

Smoky: I’m a player, and it’s getting old. I’m no longer even tempted by the women at my club. That is, until Harper walks in. Then, I’m thinking about making her my wife. Harper: I just need a job. I don’t need the drama of coming between a man and his girlfriend. I want to save my house and hopefully keep the lights on. However, once Smoky sets his sights on me, he makes my heart race and body tremble.

I knew Erik Chenault was dangerous the moment I saw him. Everything about him should have warned me away, from the scar on his face to the fact that mobsters call him Blade. But I was drawn like a moth to a flame, and I ended up burnt...and blushing, sore, and thoroughly used.

Maggie: From the first moment I saw him, I was attracted to him. Even though he was 10 years younger than me, I still fell for his growly, alpha ways. Brewer: I’m a player. Always have been. But when I meet Maggie, she turned me upside down. I want to claim her, make her mine… I just have to convince her she wants the same thing.

A best friends to lover romance. Willow: I did it. I fell in love with my best friend. Should I mention he’s a player? So, I make a proposition - we be friends with benefits. Surely, it won’t backfire. Rider: I’m in a motorcycle club and my best friend is a girl. She wants to be friends with benefits. I want forever. Somehow, someway, I’m going to convince her how good love can be between friends.

Saint: They call me Saint. But I'm not one. I've always lived life by my rules and my own moral code. What I did may have put me behind bars, but I don't regret it. At least not until I met her. She's the one. And my past is the one thing that may destroy our future. Cat: The MC found me. They gave me a job and I'm under their protection. But right when I start to feel safe again is when I find out there's nothing that can protect my heart.

I shouldn't be here. My clothes shouldn't be scattered around the room, my bottom shouldn't be sore, and I certainly shouldn't be screaming into the sheets as a ruthless tycoon takes everything he wants from me. I shouldn't even know Houston Powers at all, but I was in a bad spot and I was made an offer. A shameful, indecent offer I couldn't refuse. I was desperate, I needed the money, and I didn't have a choice. Not a real one, anyway. I'm here because I signed a contract, but I'm his because he made me his.

I'm a Royal Bastard through and through. Being prez has been my life, and seeing anything other than the club isn't on my to-do list. To my surprise, a sexy diamond appears out of the blue, and I can't seem to stay away or keep my hands to myself. The perfect gem is mine; I know it, and so does she. I'll do whatever I have to so I can keep her.

Emory Masters has a life she loves, working with her sisters in their tattoo parlor. Helping people find the thing that will allow them to show their artistic side makes her smile. And then, there’s Marcus. A long-standing admiration for one another has turned into something more...maybe, love?

As a combat medic, saving lives isn’t an occupation, it’s my identity, a persona I’m struggling with as I wander from job to job, unable to commit to feeling anything for anyone, until Christine. So how exactly is it possible she manages to push my hot button within 20 minutes of our first therapy session? Because we have insane chemistry. Because she’s an excellent doctor. Because we’re destined to be one.

I never knew how desperately my bleeding heart was in need of repair, until I began to fail everyone in my life, especially my father. The squad convinced me to call in backup. What could go wrong having a nice middle-aged woman keep him company? Nothing. Except she’s a young, beautiful, sexy fire-engine-red-haired nurse. Our chemistry is instant, her compassion sweeping through my body as our paths begin to collide in an out of my house. But I didn’t see this coming. Neither did she.