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F--k me for choosing the wrong sister. Atlas Carter was a protector. He was a police officer, had spent years in the Air Force, spent his entire teen years as a volunteer firefighter. Being a protector was in his blood. It was his dream. So when a woman was in a dangerous situation, it was his every instinct to protect her. To shield her. To watch over her. Only, that woman had played him. She’d set him up.

The first time I saw her was across the room at a bar. I had no idea at the time that she was only 16. All I knew was that she was beautiful, she was sending me do-me vibes from across the room, and I was fresh off a deployment where there’d been nobody but men for nine of the longest months of my life. The second time that I saw her was at a court hearing that would decide how long I’d be sent to prison for. She was a cute, little curly-haired blonde with wide, expressive eyes, a banging body, and the reason that I’d gone to prison in the first place.

It’s not every day you meet a man at the bar, stare at him for hours, and then right when you decide to make a move, he gets up to leave. Worse, when you follow him outside, you see him completely change his appearance by shucking a wig and a button down shirt, dropping them into the nearest trash can. When Crimson looks around to see who noticed the complete one-eighty that’s just taken place, not a single person notices or cares. When she looks back, he’s gone.

Winnie thinks she has the perfect life. Two beautiful, healthy children. A police officer husband. A job that she loves. Oh, and let's not forget that she's a nationally ranked marathon runner. Fast forward six months, and her perfect life has imploded. Winnie finds herself in a completely new world. She's at the lowest of lows, and the last thing she wants is a sexy, bearded, motorcycle riding alpha to tell her how to live her life. But Steel Cross never asks her what she wants.

Tyler Cree has never been good at the whole "look and don’t touch" thing. From the moment he was old enough to walk on his own two feet, he’s been looking for trouble. Trouble comes in many forms...quite a few of those forms being the female persuasion. Tyler knows what girls want - a bad boy. And he has the bad boy image down pat. Ex-military - check. Hot cop - double check.

Keifer Vassago, the Prince of Dragons, has enough on his plate without adding a brunette with a bad attitude to the mix. Fate has a way of screwing all his plans, though, whether he wants them screwed or not. One second he's fetching his brother from yet another situation that could possibly compromise the Vassago name, and the next that brunette is grabbing his assets - or so he thinks. Blythe isn't after anyone's assets, though. She's a good girl. All she wants is to graduate from nursing school, get a job, and move out of her hell-hole apartment.

Price Crow first saw Sabrina Proctor in the middle of a hurricane. She’d been sitting next to her dead best friend, who’d passed away on the beach, with no way to get her back home, thanks to the world’s worst luck and one hell of a storm. So Price does what any decent person would do: He carries Sabrina’s dead best friend to their beach house and doesn’t leave her side until he’s forced to. He had every intention of bridging that gap, of checking up on her and making sure she was okay, but life is funny and has a way of making a mockery of the best-laid plans.

Darby has always been "that" guy. The guy that no man, woman, or child wants around their loved one. See, a long time ago he made some bad decisions. Those bad decisions have haunted him ever since. No matter what he does, people still see him as the town’s screw up. The boy that sold his soul to the Devil. Enter Waylynn Jennings. Waylynn has watched Darby Valentine from afar for a very long time. She’s witnessed the changes in him and knows the only reason he’s so mean is to protect the man that lies within.

Baseball is life - the rest is just details. Everyone who's played the game has heard those words a time or two. But Hancock has heard them his entire life from his parents. His family has lived and breathed baseball even before he started little league. Hancock "Parts" Peters has a name that inspires grins across many faces, but the moment those faces get their first look at him, those grins slide away. Hancock is gruff, filterless, and doesn't give a crap who he offends. He is the only man in baseball who doesn't care if he gets an endorsement or not. He's there to play the game.

Ares saw him for the first time at a Kilgore Police Department benefit dinner. She’d gone with her dad as his plus one. Hayes Greer had gone by himself and brooded silently across the same table as her, drinking whiskey and not saying a word. It only took that one time for her to become interested. The next time she saw him, he was doing another benefit - but this one requiring a whole lot fewer clothes. And that was when she knew. She wanted him. Badly. But the morose Hayes was too busy thinking about his sins to see what was right in front of his face - Ares.

Well, technically speaking, maybe not. But the ones that haunt a man's soul? Those are very real. So real, in fact, that there are times when Castiel would rather silence them forever in the worst way possible than to go on living with them haunting his every step. All it took was one single second in time for his attention to drift, and everything changed. Life as he once knew it, is over. Now he's struggling to make sense of the pieces that are left, and he's fairly sure at least half of them are missing.  

When Rome Pierce moved to Bear Bottom, Texas, it was his intention to lay low. To find a way to heal his body and soul - as well as his son's. Nobody would know by looking at him that he used to play professional football. Not with the Bear Bottom MC cut covering his back. Nobody knows what drove him to leave the game he loved - nobody but her. She's the one person who has helped him make it through the dark days and even darker nights. She's the bright and shining star in his pitch-black sky. And he doesn't even know her name.

Lachlan Downy was a lover, not a fighter. Okay, he wouldn't lie, he was a fighter, too. But nobody had to know that. Especially not Memphis Tennessee Conner and her stuffy attitude when it came to cops and "men like him". Memphis knew cops. Her daddy was a cop. He was also the president of a motorcycle club. Needless to say, he's about as alpha as they come, and she's tired of overbearing men who think they know how to run her life better than she does.

But fate is funny. Just as easily as it can bring you to a person, it can tear them away, too. And Ande Carter’s life is about to take a turn for the worse. But Keene is there for it all. The good, bad, and ugly. Whether she wants him there or not.

Usually when you find out you have a stalker, you don’t fall in love with him. But Banger Olivia Crest isn’t your normal, run-of-the-mill, everyday girl. Banger is a truck driver who just so happens to know how to sling drinks in her spare time. She’s had a bad hand dealt to her time after time, and the last thing that she wants is to go all in. At least, that’s until she meets the geeky biker with his shy looks and his surprisingly awesome fighting skills.

Slate Solis went from being a guy that people went to in times of need to an ex-con that people crossed the street to avoid being too close to. He knows he's done wrong, but out of all of his sins, only one really bothers him-coveting thy neighbor's wife. Harleigh Belle - the cute little lady that never gives him a second glance. After seeing her for the first time while he was in prison, she's stayed on his mind for three long years.

Taos was tired. Tired of everything that came with living. Not to the point where he was suicidal or anything, but tired enough that he just didn’t give a crap anymore. He’d seen all the ugliness this world had to offer due to his job as a police officer for way too many damn years of his less than stellar life.

Truth Alan Reacher was a biker. He was a bladesmith. What he was not, was a fool. The moment he walked in on his girl screwing his cousin on his bike, he does the only thing he can do. He ditches the bike seat - and the girl - riding right out of her life without a backwards glance. That is, until he's forced to attend the marriage of his cousin to his cheating ex-girlfriend. The only bright spot of the entire thing was watching some chick go off on the groom - the groom's ex-fiance - right in the middle of the bouquet toss.

Poor judgment: knowing better yet doing it anyway. Flint Stone is a professional in every way. He’s a police officer with the K-9 unit and works at Gun Barrel High as the school resource officer. In his spare time, he’s working his heart out to create a successful gym from the ground up. He’s loved by every single person he ever encounters - student, faculty, and employees - everyone but Camryn Elvis Presley. The only thing they have in common is their mothers’ poor excuses for names. Period. The end.

Seventy shades of messed up. That was what she’d been told about herself for nearly her entire life. From a young age, she knew what it was like to be hated. To be loathed so much by a person that they literally resented the air you breathed. For her entire childhood, she fought to live, despite her father’s constant effort to make her life a living hell. Her sisters and brother have no clue what kind of closet psychopath their father really was, and she’ll die before she ruins their picture-perfect view of him.