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For years, I pretended to be something I’m not. Drowning the beast living inside of me in copious amounts of alcohol and women. Not that I complained. And then Victoria Hughes walks back into my life and took me by surprise. The woman stunning me clear out of my mind the minute my mouth touched hers. After tragedy strikes and knocks her off her feet, I expected her to come to me, yet she didn’t. She pretended we’re nothing. But I see her. I’ve watched her, and she’s fighting grief while battling an all-consuming need for vengeance.

I waited ten years to grasp hold of a woman I knew was too good to be mine. Back then, I had failed her. But I knew, somehow, someway, unknowingly to her, I’d find a way to make it up to her. All the years in between, I watched her from afar. Keeping her safe, protecting her from the shadows that crept in the deep, dark of the night. Then, out of the blue, she unraveled me with one sweep of her innocent little tongue. The woman drew me straight toward all her light. Blinding. Intoxicating. Mine. It didn’t take long for me to come undone.

Is it possible to make up for the way we have hurt others? I wonder if it truly is. Can we undo what has already been done? No. We can’t. I know for a fact, we cannot unsay words that have been bitterly spoken by a deliberate slip of a tongue. Words hurt. They sting. They burn. The truth is, I didn’t want to hurt Ellie Wynn, but I knew I would.

I’m Logan Mitchell, and I hold many secrets in my greedy hands. Women? They bow at my feet. Do what I ask, and come back for more. But Ellie Wynn? I don’t want her bowing, I want her to kneel. She thought our time together was one night, a twist of fate. How wrong she was. Ellie has been mine since the day I saw her. Little does she know, it wasn’t that night. It was years ago. Well, before I even understood she was mine. One taste, one touch, one kiss, and it wasn’t enough. Not for me.

“I want a divorce.” No woman wants to say those words. No woman who is still in love with her husband anyway. Our marriage has been tested, repeatedly. It’s been dragged through tabloids and rumors and fans that just won’t let us be. Through it all, we’ve remained unbreakable. We didn’t have the perfect marriage because perfection doesn’t exist. But we had love. We had trust. We had chemistry that to this day sets everything inside me on fire. Then one life-threatening statement creates a chain of lies that leaves me no choice but to say those horrible words.

Every wrongdoing warrants a consequence. In my case, I've decided to settle the score with death. Especially when what brought this on, what stirred up my crazy, was the vicious attack on an innocent young girl. Worse, one that ended in her death. For years, I've been plotting to take out the men I used to call my brothers. The men who double-crossed me by brutally murdering my sister.

I often wondered if vengeance came with a price. I never cared, not after the torture I've endured. For me, vengeance is best served through the eyes of my scope. The twitch of my finger. The pull of a trigger. The death of someone who deserves to die. Revenge, retribution, and retaliation are all that comes to mind. Cruel and brutal punishment for the hell inflicted on my family is all I’ve ever been able to think about. The betrayal fresh in mind years later, reminding me of the day my world came crashing down.

I know what it’s like to have your heart split down the middle. One-half chases her. The other half chases after the lies, deceit, and betrayal. It’s a burning ball of hell. Seconds, minutes, hours, and years all spent endured the depth of my own burning inferno. All of it runs together while life passes me by. Thirteen years ago, the woman I was in love with left me standing at the altar. Hurt. Broken. Humiliated. Some say 13 is a lucky number. Me? I curse the number. Now she’s back. Reminding me. Torturing me.

I faked my way long enough by keeping my mouth shut, painting a fake smile on my face, and focusing hard on my job. I quit going out to find that random piece of ass. Not one of them would stand up to her, anyway. She hates me, loathes me even. Little does Vivian Shepard know I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve than she will ever begin to imagine to get her to change her mind, to get my chance. I’m not giving up. I want her, and by God, I’ll fight as dirty as I can get to have her. No matter what!

Clove Calloway thought she ended her nightmare life when she stabbed herself. When the darkness took over, she thought she'd find peace. Seeing her husband die by the hands of his traitorous brother, Trent, destroyed her. Little did she know, her dreadful life without Turner is just the beginning. She awakens from one nightmare right into another, confined in a house with the Master Manipulator of them all. Now, she's fighting for her life instead of trying to end it.

What does one do when everyone you love dies? How much is a woman supposed to take before she crumbles? Adriana Jensen is the woman to ask. She's lost too many people to count. The one death that destroyed her the most was her husband's. Only...he didn't die. What does one do when forced to walk away from his wife? How much will it take to win her back? Blake Jensen, Adriana's estranged husband, is the man to ask. He has one question to ask himself. How much will it take for her to come back to me?

I was cruel to Deidre La Russo. Said things I should never say to a woman. Seen things happen to her. Things darker than the bottle of liquor I consume. I felt helpless. Defeated. The memories are more tortuous than the act of her torture. Then she walks back into my life, only she's not alone. Deidre La Russo, I have my reasons for leaving. I lived through hell. I was beaten, tortured. Drugged. I have secrets. I have to tell them.

To the outside world, Kray Brooks had it all growing up. Wealth. The devoting parents. The beautiful girlfriend. Good grades. All of it a lie, except her. The woman he left behind 13 years ago to try and achieve his real dream: to become a musician. Life doesn't always go according to the plan you set out for yourself. Sometimes, you drift. Become lost, lose hope, and crash. For 13 years he's been drifting wherever his guitar takes him, avoiding his past.

Dilan Levy. The mystery man. The man with a war to end. The man who was put behind bars for a crime he didn't commit. The man who disappeared. The man who fell for an innocent woman. The man is back to deliver his rightful revenge. Anna Drexler. He saved her life. He took a bullet for her. He left. He can't be forgotten. He's back. Dilan is obsessed. Anna is determined. Two people stand in their way. A brother and a sister. The Mexican Cartel.

Roan Diamond's loyalty to the family may be obligated by blood, but nobody ever said he had to love them all, right? As the next in line to head the Diamond dynasty, he has loose ends to take care of, and one of those is his brother Royal. Yet his plans for revenge fall apart the minute he lays eyes on Alina - Royal's ex-girlfriend, who also happens to be the daughter of the rival Solokov family.

Clove Calloway knew within an hour of picking up her husband, Turner, from the airport that something was different, yet she couldn't pinpoint what. Together since college, they know everything about each other...so why has she spent the last few days watching everything he does, hoping for a clue? What could have happened within the week he was gone?

The lives of Dean Wagner and Tatum Fields have been ruled by the hand of fate. The past six years of my life have been consumed by guilt. Since we lost Landon to a fire, I’ve done everything in my power to protect my daughter, Leila, from finding out the truth about how her twin brother died. Nothing in my life means more to me than her. Not my band, not my reputation. Nothing. Until I see Tatum, the woman I saved on the beach the same night she dealt with a loss of her own. The daily routine I’ve settled into is what keeps me going. Work at my chocolate shop, pay the bills, repeat.

Meet the men of the rock band, Trained in Black. "Our someday will come soon, Joslyn." Those words were the last words I heard from Roman Nixon before I walked away. I knew our someday might come, but not the one he and I had always dreamed about. His life headed in one direction, mine in the other. While Roman became the lead singer for the successful rock band Trained in Black, I became a ruthless attorney. He moved on and married someone else. As I was forced to observe him and his bride on the cover of every magazine out there, I deserved to suffer because of what I had done.

Some people claim to have their hearts ripped out of their chests. To feel the world shift under their feet. To feel intoxicated by love. Miles Wittman, the bassist for the rock band Trained in Black, felt those things until the shift became a hole and dragged him into darkness. His mind clouded by years of alcohol abuse, the man remembers very little of the last two years of his life. Until her. A woman from his past. Julia Nulty, the band manager's sister, the sexy, exotic plus-sized model.

Eloped at the age of 18. Separated at the age of 18. Disappeared at the age of 18. This is what happened to Calla Greer. Her perfect life was shattered on her wedding day when she caught her husband Cain with another woman just hours after they said I do. With her heart broken, she moves across the border to Windsor, Canada to get away from the nightmare she stumbled upon. Hell bent on going to college and fulfilling her dream of becoming a lawyer.