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Born and raised in the Red Ridge Sinners MC, Kat Walker lives and breathes club life and has always followed her big brother's cardinal rule: Don't get tangled up with a biker. As Kat discovers, though, playing nice doesn't get you anywhere, and when club member Ryder Montrou offers to provide a distraction from her messy life, it's impossible to say no. Ryder understands her. He knows what it's like to watch somebody you love struggle. And what starts out as a distraction quickly becomes more.

I wanted to be a painter, but that's just a dream. A mafia princess doesn't get to choose her future. Still, I never let it get me down. I always try to make the best of everything. Until I'm forced to go for brutal training, and I meet Nikolai Vetrov. Forbidden and way too attractive, the man turns out to be my worst nightmare incarnated. He's cold and ruthless, and I'm pretty sure there's no heart to be found in his chest, unlike mine that won't stop beating overtime at the mere sight of him.

The name DiMaggio means mafia royalty, but Calliope, the dynasty’s last living heir, is no princess. A teacher and singer in Nashville, she’s moved as far away from the generations-old criminal legacy as she can. But she still can’t escape her dying father’s wicked reach, or his plans for her arranged marriage to carry on the family name. Playboy Alessandro Costa has a different plan: marry her himself—temporarily. It’ll give him a chance to take down the DiMaggio patriarch and his empire, settle an old debt, and save Calliope from a catastrophic fate.

I was ready to watch this town that made me the villain rot in front of my eyes, but it seems ghosts don't stay buried here. Everyone's favorite sweetheart has returned to Hollow Heights dragging nothing but unanswered questions and grim memories behind her.

As a former Navy SEAL, I’m no stranger to rescue missions. I’m usually prepared for anything that could go wrong. But I was not ready for her. When Carmen Angelo crashed into my mission, literally jumping into my arms, clinging to me as I dangled beneath a helicopter, I couldn’t let her fall. She didn’t. But I did. Boy, did I fall hard.

As we near the end of our mission, my father's assassin makes a reappearance. He helped me through my first traumatic heat, then avoided me for years. But the night our mission takes us to his doorstep, my omega side rears her needy head. I'm going into heat again, and the only ones who can tend me are the stepbrothers I don't trust… or the ruthless assassin who cut me out of his life.

Have you ever met someone who makes your blood boil simply by existing? Or turn your notorious, ice-cool demeanor volcanic in a nanosecond? Perhaps smother your usual air of indifference with a lightning-charged thundercloud, threatening to strike at any moment? Because that's what she does.

The boys are back, and an old face from Seong-Jae's past plunges BPD Detectives Malcolm Khalaji and Seong-Jae Yoon from a two-month suspension right into the depths of hell—and into one of the most horrific, grisly cases of Malcolm's life. He's never seen anything like it. Macabre ritual killings, and the only one who's ever been able to crack the killer's pattern has been his partner and lover. But Malcolm and Seong-Jae aren't the only ones tracking this case.

She's in danger. Just the thought of this threatens my sanity. I'll do anything to keep her safe… Even things that she doesn't agree with. If she thinks stalking her is bad, Calista's in for a surprise.

Seraphina Moretti is half in love with her best friend's brother. An arranged marriage is in her future, and the groom is not the object of her affection. But then the devil of Wall Street whispers in her ear. Telling her to follow her heart, that the unrequited love she's feeling is reciprocated. She just needs to use a ploy as old as time—jealousy.

Jane Austen fan Amelia Bennett sneaks away from a dull tour of an English country manor, only to run into a man more dashing than Mr. Darcy himself. About to lose his ancestral home to family debts, charming aristocrat Tom Calder invites his American guest to join him in drinking his way through the estate’s priceless wine collection. But when they wake in his bed the next morning, they’re convinced that in their drunken haze they witnessed a murder. Problem is, the body has vanished and no one believes them.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, et Diesel... Les "Vipers". Ils dirigent cette ville et tous ses habitants. Les marchés qu'ils passent sont aussi sordides que leur entreprise. Leur réputation seule, suffit à mettre un homme à genoux pour implorer pitié. Mieux vaut ne pas les chercher. C'est pourtant ce que mon père a fait : endetté jusqu'au cou, il m'a vendue en contrepartie. Oui, vendue. Je leur appartiens désormais.

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.

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.

Wes Silver wasn’t looking for love, but when July Mayson literally knocks him on his ass during their first encounter, his world is turned upside down by the quirky blonde, and every moment with her makes him more determined to protect her. July Mayson doesn’t understand the pull she feels toward bad-boy biker Wes Silver, but she knows being with him is like nothing she’s ever felt before. Now all she has to do is tell her overprotective father, Asher Mayson, that she’s found her boom.

I should have run the other way. Paid my tab and gone back to my room. But he was there. And he was…everything. I figured, what’s the harm in letting passion rule my decisions for one night? So what if he looks like the Devil in a suit? I’d be leaving in the morning, flying home to my pleasant but predictable life. I’d never see him again. Except I do. In the last place I expected. And now everything I’ve worked so hard for is in jeopardy.

Brutal, cold, and illegally gorgeous, Dante Sartorre isn't just mafia royalty. He's also the tyrant owner of the infamously deviant and members-only Club Venom. He's also my new husband. In my defense, I wasn't supposed to be the bride. But I sealed my fate when I saved my friend by signing the Venom Devil's marriage contract myself. Now, he owns me. All of me…

My mother is a lost cause I can't get rid of, and I work my fingers to the bone just trying to keep my head above water. To ease the stress bearing down on my shoulders, I like to dance. Working as a janitor at a ballet company makes it easy for me to steal thirty minutes at night when the place is empty. Or so I thought. Just my luck that the dangerously handsome owner catches me red-handed. He thinks I'm a hardworking ballerina, and I don't bother correcting him... because, you know, I'd like to keep my job.

Renzo Lombardi, the notoriously ruthless leader of an organized crime family, sees the chance to end the feud with his rivals, the Costa family, demanding a ceasefire in the form of a marriage contract. Lore Costa, the shy, sweet princess of the Costa family, goes against her family's wishes and finds herself thrust into a new world when she agrees to marry Renzo, her secret infatuation.

Surviving Monday might be the biggest accomplishment of their lives. By 9:03 A.M. Monday, bank manager Indie Chase thinks her day can't get worse. She's dealt with spills, an ex-husband, and her preschooler on bank time. She's wrong, though. In a matter of moments, that day becomes the stuff of nightmares. Dax Reed is a reluctantly retired pro hockey player with a past he'd rather forget. He's well on his way to doing so, on his way to Hawaii for a well-deserved vacation, when everything goes to hell.