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My daddy taught me better. I should've known not to drink too much tequila… And sext all three of his hot-as-sin best friends. But Alto, the very bossy VP, makes my heart race faster than his bike. And Colt is a walking, talking wet dream. One look from his smoldering green eyes sets my panties on fire. Then there's Bane… He won't open up about his past, but I just want to suck the scars off his lips. Waking up sandwiched between the three of them is a fantasy come true. But all hell will break loose once Daddy finds out his angel is getting passed around by his biker buddies…

I was not supposed to fall for my sister's hot guitarist, Jareth Grayson. I wasn't supposed to kiss him, either. But mistakes were made. Asking my gay best friend to pose as my boyfriend at my sister's wedding is an act of desperation meant to keep me out of Jareth's arms. Until it fails spectacularly. My bestie is MIA as soon as we land, and I'm pretty sure Jareth is stalking me. It's the only explanation for why I keep ending up in his arms.

I've been here from the start—watching, waiting, and breathing in the fear that clings to her skin. She prays to a god that doesn't listen, locks doors that don't keep me out, and walks through a world that I've already carved her name into. She thinks she's alone. She isn't. I live in the shadows, in the walls, beneath her feet. I sleep under her bed. I steal the scent of her skin from the clothes she sets aside. I keep her safe, even as I pull the strings that unravel her sanity, thread by thread. She calls me a demon. A nightmare. A Hellkeeper.

I woke up pregnant in a stranger's mansion. He says he's the father. I don't remember him at all. My reflection in the mirror is a stranger, too. The doctors call it temporary amnesia. The Bratva boss calls it a complication. I call it terrifying. My body responds to his touch even when my mind doesn't. But how do you trust a dangerous man who claims you belong to him? Something isn't adding up. Locked doors I'm not supposed to notice. Whispered conversations that stop when I enter a room. Guards watching me with suspicion, not protection.

Love? Loyalty? Protection? Just whispers of hope, I stopped listening to. The Cold Moon Pack made sure of it—breaking me piece by piece, stripping away every part of who I was. Until they crashed into my world. Uninvited. Unapologetic. Impossible to stop. Three dangerously possessive wolf shifters who I never expected to notice me at all. One with golden eyes who watches me like I already belong to him. One with a sharp tongue and a sunshine grin that hides a storm of violence. And one tattooed in shadows, whose darkness calls to something fractured—and burning—inside me.

My grandmother used to beat me while screaming that I was cursed. I never truly believed it, but now? I definitely do. My life has been a series of gut punches. First, my sperm donor did the same before I was even born. Dear old Mom followed not long after my first breath. My grandmother, Hester, hated me and never let me forget it. Still, I was determined to make life better. As soon as I graduated from high school, I moved to Virginia. For a while, I thought things were finally looking up. I met Vector, a man who made me believe I was special. That was until he ghosted me.

Her ring belongs to the most dangerous man in town... but her heart belongs to a mountain man who's ready to fight for her…

I'm a man who knows what he wants, and I knew within minutes of meeting Darcy that I wanted her. She's the real-life version of my dream girl. So what if she's married to a former friend? He certainly doesn't deserve her. But I do. Nothing can stop me from claiming not only her, but also six-week-old Owen. In exchange for a debt, her husband agrees to skip town and never return, allowing Darcy to start rebuilding the life her husband destroyed… one with me by her side.

My life fell apart when another woman answered my fiancé's phone. "Leave my boyfriend alone," she said. Just like that, my perfect future was shattered into a million pieces. So when I locked eyes with a devastatingly handsome stranger, I decided to do something reckless for once in my life. One night. No names. No strings attached. Just scorching chemistry and skilled hands that made me forget my broken heart. By morning, he was gone. Good riddance. Time to rebuild my life. Until my brother calls, terrified and desperate. "I stole from the wrong people," he whispers.

My momma died when I was young, and as for my dad… well, I'd be better off without him. But now that he owes the Bratva, they kidnap me and say I have to pay Daddy's debts with my freaking V-card. I don't have much hope left… not until I meet three of the highest bidders at my auction.

Overnight, my casual hookup turns into a psycho who leaves me battered and bruised. With no money, my nightmare gets worse when he burns my home and everything I own to the ground. So, I do what any scared, self-respecting Omega does, and run. Hiding in a new city with a fresh approach to staying alive, I keep my head down until I get caught in a crossfire. When I choose to play Good Samaritan to one man over the other, I stumble into their world.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas… Until you wake up married to three dangerous silver fox bikers. My fiancé dumped me during my bachelorette party. So when three hot bikers offer to make me forget, I did what anyone would do—I rode them until sunrise. They gave me the wildest ride of my life. And forget I did. In fact, I have absolutely no memory of last night. All I know is I drunk-married three bikers twice my age.

I wasn't born a serial killer. The horror of my past made me what I am today. But I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Because only one thing gives me respite from my panic attacks. Murder. I used to have a broody protector that kept my demons at bay. His darkness rivaled my own, and he was my everything. Tragedy tore us apart when we were eighteen. And since then, he's stayed away. Not too far, though.

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I swore I'd never touch Lainey Daniels. She's my son's ex and too sweet for a man like me. I try my best to resist her, but one night, I give in. I take her to my cabin in the mountains to keep her safe. Now, she's mine, whether she's ready for it or not. I expect her to run, to hate me for the filthy things I want to do to her, but she doesn't. She meets my darkness with a blaze of her own. And I'll burn the whole world down before I lose her.

I've always been a freak in a mask. A cold-hearted psycho. Not fit for polite society. But not in her eyes. My stepsister, Shiloh, is everything I'm not. Kind. Sweet. Innocent. She took one look at me and saw someone worth saving. So, when she was assaulted and justice wasn't served, I took care of it. I became justice. That earned me eleven years in a psychiatric hospital. Everyone thought I'd be there for life. They were wrong. Now that I'm out, I want revenge. I'm going to destroy everyone who dared to hurt my girl while I was gone. But not before I'm taking what's mine, and that's Shiloh.

I've always known Charlotte was off-limits. She's my best friend's daughter. The one woman I can't have. But when I find her stranded in a storm, I can't stop myself. One night together, and I break every rule. I said it wouldn't happen again. I lied. I'll do whatever it takes to make her mine. And no one, not even her dad, is going to stop me.

I've been captured. Eryx and I have been separated, and our mating bond has been broken. I thought I could remain strong, but the longer I'm held captive, the more inside of me that seems to break. I'm afraid that when he finds me, he won't see me as the girl I once was, because I'm not. My heart is harder, and the need in me for justice has created a craving for bloodshed I never thought possible. The girl I am now is no longer okay with secrets, but that's all he seems to have: more and more secrets. Was our love a result of our mating bond? And now that it's gone, will we feel the same?

The blast that killed my best friend, Jake, also ended my career as a Navy SEAL. I'm left unable to speak and lusting after my speech therapist, who also happens to be Jake's little sister. Grief is hard on Avery, and I'm here for her. However, she needs me. If it's release she needs, that's what I'll give her. As long as she doesn't ask me to stay. It's the one thing this orphan doesn't know how to do. And Avery deserves better than a scarred veteran who can't speak. Besides, if Avery knew the classified information from our final mission, she wouldn't want anything to do with me.

I was taken, kidnapped by traffickers, and sold like cattle at a market. All for a magic that runs deep through my family's bloodline. Now Lord Eldrion claims me as his own. Cold and cruel he parades me around as a Lady of not only the citadel but his lands, all while refusing to look me in the eyes when he addresses me. This life is worse than death, where others would embrace the luxury I see it as nothing more than a gilded cage. But there is one person who sees me, who dares to defy Lord Eldrion. He too is a prisoner here, trained and forced to entertain visitors at the citadel.