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College? How did this happen? One minute I'm starting my senior year of high school and the next, I'm in college. Let me repeat myself. How did this happen? I can't even begin to understand the crazy amounts of drama I've suffered through over the past 12 months, but I've never been so happy to say it's over. I'm more than ready for this next step in my life. I came out of my senior year with Nate by my side and a future to start building.

I have never been at such a low. School work? Stuff it. Manners? Get screwed. Being a decent human being? Over my dead body. And it's all because of him. Nate was supposed to be the reason I wake up in the morning, until he took that reason away. Now, I'm left feeling like an empty shell of the girl I used to be. He's the love of my life. Always has been and always will be. I don't doubt it, he's going to come running back, and when he does, you better believe it, I'm going to make him work for it. Right down to the bone. Thank God I have my girls and Jesse. Without them, I'd be lost.

Nate Ryder has been the center of my world for the past few months. He's cared for me, cherished me, and shown me a love I never even imagined could be real. He was my rock when my father left and my voice when I didn't have one. He was once my bully but now holds my heart in the palm of his hands, along with it the power to destroy me. We've faced down every threat imaginable, and every single time, we've come out on top. But what happens when the threat is coming from within? What happens when our world literally goes up in flames and threatens to take my heart away?

I never expected Nate Ryder to change my life the way he did. Hell, I never expected to fall in love with the one guy who made my life a living hell for five years, but here I am. He's the perfect example of something I never knew I needed. He's my rock. My salvation. He's exactly what I need when my life goes up in flames. I thought the worst was over. I thought I was safe to move on from the horrors of the past few weeks, but I have never been so wrong.

"Go live with Nate Ryder," they said. "Everything will be fine," they said. Are they nuts? Nate Ryder has been the bane of my existence for the past five years. He's made it his personal mission to make my life a living hell and now my parents expect me to go and live with the guy for the foreseeable future. No thanks. I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a toothpick than live with him and his little brother, Jesse. Only problem is, they have my parents wrapped around their little fingers, thinking they're the good little boys they pretend to be.

What's that saying? When life hands you lemons... What if I don't want to make lemonade? What if I want to pummel them into non-existence? Anything is better than admitting how desperately I want a taste of that sweet lemonade. That's exactly how I felt when my college assignment threw me in the direction of Miller Cain. My body screams for him while my brain warns me to run for the hills. He's the captain of the ice hockey team with a cocky reputation. He's a sweet talker and the bad boy promising me the ride of my life.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s dick, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless and they’re coming to play. They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me. They stalked me through my apartment, haunted my hallways, and crippled me with fear. They led me straight into their trap and captured me as though they had every right.

Slade Cruz is the devil. He’s intimidating, sexy as sin, and unpredictably wild. His eyes draw me in while his vicious smirk screams at me to run and never look back. I’m a toy to him, a pawn to use in his devilish games. I’ve already suffered through hell and back and if it’s games he wants then it’s games he’ll get, but he should be warned, this time it’s my turn to play the lead. This time, I get to be the devil.

He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Ruggedly handsome, sexy, and dynamite in bed. He's my husband and NHL God, and now, I'm having his baby. Nothing can change how I feel about him. Nothing could tear him away.

It’s the thought that’s kept me going for four long years. I’ve imagined it, dreamed about it, relished in it. I want it so bad, but the question is, do I have what it takes to make it happen? Taking a life isn’t for the faint-hearted. Just ask Lucien, he knows. He’s taken me back to where it all started, and I know exactly how it’s going to go.

I can’t say I’ve ever wished for someone to be bitten right on the tip of their junk by a giant bull ant before, but Tanner Morgan—the only man capable of making me want to scream and cream at the same damn time—just might be the guy to change that. He’s infuriating in every way possible, and out of all the massive changes in my life, I thought living next to him would be the worst thing I'd ever have to deal with. I was wrong...so damn wrong.

I’ve always said that my life is about surviving, but I didn’t realize how true that was until the devil sent me soaring off a bridge with the love of my life and lodged a bullet through my thigh.

My life has been a mess since the day my father died. I was beaten and abused until I found the courage to run. I ran until I couldn't take another step, collapsing at the door of Mickey's bar. I was a broken shell, ready to give in. Until the sexy, broody man decided to save me.

Who the f--k gave Slade Cruz this kind of power over me? I don’t know how it happened. One minute he was the guy I loathed, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up beside him desperate to get out of there. When secrets are revealed, Slade and I realize that we are more connected than we could have ever known. Not only are we learning that our hearts beat as one, but we now share a common enemy who neither of us could have foreseen. I’m quickly learning that Lucien Valentine isn’t only the monster in my storybook, but makes appearances in many.

I made the worst decision of my life when I left Denver three years ago. I broke his heart. I broke my family's hearts. And then I broke my own. It's taken three long years, but here I am, staring my past in the face. Only everything has changed. He isn't the boy I once knew. He's the Captain of the Denver Dragons. No longer a boy but a man—a man with a reputation made by his many achievements in the bedroom. I know I should stay away, but fate is written in the stars when it comes to Jaxon Payne.

When Sara died, she took my heart and soul with her, and I've never been able to get them back. I've become a shell of the man I once was, barely surviving, and if it weren't for Georgia, I never would have made it out of the darkness. When Georgie's asthma returns and I rush her into the hospital, barely holding on, a beautiful nurse is there to save her life. Only it turns out my daughter wasn't the only person she was planning to save.

Who said prison was going to stop me from getting what I wanted? I thought breaking out of there was going to be the hardest thing I ever did. I should have known. Being the leader of The Black Widows is never that easy. Someone should have warned me that the woman I was about to kidnap was going to bring me to my knees.

What do you get when you cross Carter Waters with a brain cell? Nothing. Because if that asshat had a single brain cell in that gorgeous head of his, he never would have broken my heart the way he did. Only one drunken night, he left me with little more than just regret. I'm going to be the mother of his child, and I'm determined to see this through. Carter told me, point blank, that he doesn't want children. So here I am, staring down the barrel of a shotgun, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to do this on my own. Get back together with Carter Waters, you say? Over my dead body!