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Eighteen months ago, my world went up in flames—screams, gunfire, hellfire. I should’ve died in it. Instead, I walked out the other side. Scarred. Hardened. Unbreakable. These days, the ID in my wallet reads John D. Hamilton. It’s the name I answer to, the name the beautiful brunette in Ginnie’s Diner knows me by. Once, I was an undercover cop. A decorated agent. A man with a badge and a future. But that life burned to ash, leaving behind pain, darkness… and an addiction that nearly swallowed me whole.

Katrina Blair is a single mom to a daredevil teenager, which leaves zero time for frivolous things like dating. Especially since men have already proven what they are—liars, thieves, and unreliable a**holes. Pregnant at fifteen, abandoned before her son was even born, Katrina learned fast to protect herself. The walls she’s built are high, and she has no intention of letting anyone climb them. But Eric DeWhit isn’t just anyone.

Bishop men are a plague—murderers, liars, thieves. When Colum Bishop walked into our lives, I thought salvation had finally arrived. He was supposed to save us. Instead, he burned our world down. I should have died in that alley. Instead, I woke—broken, furious, and reborn with one mission: dismantle the name that ruined me. They call me Gunner Bishop, and the irony isn’t lost on me. My name ties me to a legacy of rot I never asked for. I was born to lead; my father made sure I’d be forced to destroy what he built.

Timothy Malone the Third was born to lead. He was bred to follow in his father's footsteps, rule a city, and continue a family line of depravity, violence, and business acumen. Where his father and grandfather thrilled within the realm of brutality, dancing upon the ashes of those they destroyed, this Tim refuses to become what he was created for. Instead, he runs a bar that caters to the local cops and spends his days staring at me.

My name is Luc Lenaghan, and I'm a man who knows mistakes. I'm especially skilled at making them. Bathing in them. Compounding them. But hell, being an expert in the matter means I know how to spot the opposite, too. Kari Macchio was the girl I met when she was only seven. We kissed when she was eighteen. We committed to each other when she was twenty-four. And we married when she was twenty-eight. Unfortunately, she was the woman I destroyed when she was thirty.

Everything we do, from brushing our teeth in the morning, until we climb into bed at night, is a series of choices. Sometimes we make bad choices, sometimes they’re good, sometimes they’re made under duress, and sometimes they’re the lesser of two evils kind. Sometimes there’s no choice at all, but you’re still forced to do something, because the world refuses to slow for you. And sometimes, the one perfect choice stands right in front of you in a cop’s uniform and he asks you to feel what he feels.

Rookie. Baby-face. Junior. Riley Cruz has heard it all. At thirty-one, he’s the youngest recruit on the force, but his quiet nature and boyish looks make him easy to dismiss. What no one realizes is that Riley isn’t as innocent as he seems. Recruited by powerful players in law enforcement, he’s pulled into a covert team of agents who blur the line between justice and corruption. Now Riley is straddling two worlds—cop and agent, right and wrong—and he may be hiding the darkest secrets of them all.

My name is Bobby Kincaid, and I met the woman of my dreams last night in a dark club. We drank. We danced. We shared a part of our souls, and a belly-firing kiss that has left me hard and desperate for more. I begged for her number, but all I got was the view of her slender back, little black dress, and flowing blonde hair as she slid into a car with another dude. Just like that, she drove out of my life, determined to never see me again. But I wouldn't be me if not for my tenacity and a streak of stubborn most others call a flaw.

Spencer Serrano is seven feet of trouble—loud, crude, and far more dangerous than his stupid jokes let on. He’s flirtation wrapped in muscle, chaos wrapped in charm, and he doesn’t take no for an answer. Abigail Rosa has spent her life in a protective bubble—put there by those who love her, kept there by her own sense of duty and respect. Safe. Sheltered. Untouched by men like Spence. Until the day he strolls into her shop with his filthy mouth and lack of manners… and turns her entire world upside down.

When the person you love most is hurt, a man discovers who he truly is—down to the bone. Will he protect her? Can he make it right? Will he go as far as it takes… or prove he’s nothing but talk? Because the truth is simple: if he chooses not to fight for her, he never really loved her at all. A man who loves with his whole heart knows no limits. There’s no line too dark. No such thing as “too far.” There’s only her. And her pain is his to carry—even if she never knows he was the one who bled for her.

Micah Malone is the son of a notoriously cruel—and thankfully dead—mafia boss. Now, he's the organization's enforcer and right hand to his brother's reign. He's the broadest of five boys. The quietest. And the deadliest. Yet, even with his blade pressed to my throat, he's still the only man who makes me feel alive. It's toxic and dangerous to pursue a relationship with him. I know better. But Micah is like a flame, burning bright in the night. And I'm more scared of the dark than of the monsters who hide amongst the shadows.

Jimmy and Izzy are up! Izzy Hart was his from the beginning of time . . . despite the fact her brothers would kill him for even looking at her. Best friends since birth, Jim and Iz grew up together and knew where their futures were heading; they just didn't tell anyone else their plans, least of all each other. Now Iz is having a baby with another man. Was Jimmy too late to claim his one and only love? Will Izzy find happiness—with him, or with the father of her baby?

Kane Bishop is everything women are warned about. He’s a professional enforcer for a dangerous cartel built upon drugs, guns, and violence, and according to the files littering my desk, it’s a sure bet he boasts a body count that has nothing to do with the women who’ve passed through his bed. I should know better than to step into his world. God knows my law degree vouches for the fact I have a brain and a modicum of common sense. And yet, here I am, hiding from my cop brother and half naked in Kane’s apartment while he stitches me up and we both pretend we aren’t desperate for a way out.

I hate Felix Malone with all my heart and soul. He's the second-born son of a murderous don. The newest leader of the Malone mafia family now that his father is dead. If I could have hoped a change in management would mean a positive shift for the notorious crime family, I'm proven wrong as Felix quickly settles into his new role and lays scourge on New York City. He believes he's not as bad as the man who came before him, purely because the women he beds survive the night. But Felix is just a different kind of evil.

Attempted murder. Drug deals gone wrong. Fraudulent insurance claims, and a family reunion she'll never be invited to again, Kit Reilly's life has been anything but calm since settling into domesticated life with Bobby Kincaid. After almost losing her life at the hands of sadistic family—why must there always be a crazy cousin?—Kit wakes to find the freedom she used to enjoy, gone, and in its place, is a devoted boyfriend who worries so much, she's barely afforded two-seconds of alone time. 

Tina Cooper is a young mother on the run from a past soaked in violence. With fresh scars, broken bones, and nothing but the clothes on their backs, she and her daughter flee a man who would rather see them dead than free. In a small mountain town, hidden beneath the cover of forest, Tina finds unexpected refuge—a loud, chaotic, fiercely loving family who take her and her little girl in as their own. She knows better than to trust anyone, but against her will, roots start to take hold. For the first time in years, running doesn't feel like the only option.