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I first met William McAlister when I was just a teenager. He was handsome, had a beautiful wife, and was on the verge of success, having just joined my father as his business partner. Mr. McAlister was full of smooth charm, but back then he was barely a blip on my radar. Just a family friend. Fast forward 10 years: I'm 25-years-old and a single mom trying to make things right for her seven-year-old son. I've made some mistakes, grappled with my demons, and now I'm back in the city of Vancouver, getting a second chance at a better life.

Growing up as MC royalty, my path was set, but it was never my destiny. Liberated by my father's death, I left the Heaven's Rejects Clubhouse to make my own way in life. But fate had other ideas. My brother's club was the only option once a target had been painted on my back because of one of my patients. I never expected that going home would result in my entire world being flipped upside down at the hands of the man meant to protect me. With him as a bodyguard, my heart never stood a chance. Could I sacrifice my soul to go back to the life I left behind?

You can't outrun your past, a mistake I learned the hard way. Stripped of the last piece of my innocence in the middle of the Californian desert, I waited for death. Then he appeared. My vengeful angel. He's everything I'm not. He's everything I want. He's everything I can never have.

Raze is the scorned president of the Heaven's Rejects. Darcy Kyle is the widow of his best friend and former vice president. He shouldn't want her, but he'll move heaven and Earth to have her.

Sassy, sexy, and hot-headed, she came into town like a wildfire. She's got secrets, I can tell. But Sydney Banner's keeping her cards close to her chest. She can fight it all she wants, but as the enforcer for the Lords of Carnage, I have a way of getting what I want. And I want her in my bed. Every. Damn. Night.

As the President of The Kings of Retribution MC, Jake Delane has dedicated his life to his family and watched his Club flourish. Seeing his brothers find strong women to stand at their sides unearthed buried feelings of loss; making the idea of never finding love again more absolute. Until a beautiful and fierce redhead moved to town. Making Grace his became Jake's mission. Loving her became his reason to breathe.

Payton needs help on her farm. Heavily pregnant from a one-night-stand, she can't manage all the manual labor and is supposed to be on bedrest. An alien man from a cat-like warrior race arrives on her doorstep with an offer to work for room and board. Bodhrri will get to stay on the planet, and Payton will get an extra pair of hands to help out until her babies (yup, plural) are born. Tiny problem—he's the father of her unborn children and he had no idea until now she was pregnant. Is this a secret baby plot?

When my best friend drags me to a vampire dinner club as her wingman, I'm determined—I won't end up on the menu. No eye contact. No flirting. Definitely no biting. Then he appears. Deadly attractive with a voice smooth like velvet, he murmurs into my ear, his lips graze my wrist, and I forget my resolve. The rush of his venom in my veins feels like falling off the world's edge. The lust consumes me, intoxicating and irreversible. I leave in a daze. I shouldn't have succumbed so easily, and I won't come back.

It's Friday the thirteenth and Detective Inspector Andy Horton’s luck is about to run out. His Harley-Davidson is vandalized, a strange symbol etched into the paintwork. A convicted murderer, Luke Felton, a name he recognizes, has gone missing. A decomposing corpse washes up in Portsmouth Harbour. A mysterious phone call leads him to another in a windswept garden in Portchester. To make matters worse, Horton's nit-picking boss, DCI Lorraine Bliss, has returned early from her secondment to HQ. Horton's got a lot on his plate. Can he connect the dots before anyone else dies?

I don’t do complicated. I sure as hell don’t do love. With graduation in sight, I’ve made it almost four years at Wolf Hall without getting tangled up in BS with girls. I especially want nothing to do with her: Presley. Maria. Witton. Chase. The timid little mouse with the red hair, who can’t even look my way without hyperventilating. She’s nothing to me. Beautiful, sure, but I’ve had plenty of beautiful women. I’m perfectly content ignoring her.

I have a job to do: Watch the club princess, don't touch her, then report back to the president of the Devil's Dust MC. But I have to step out of my place as a prospect to save the spoiled brat. She thinks she's cute, trying to tempt me to break her dad's one rule. What she doesn't know is that I'll throw her over my knee and spank the daddy issues from her until she's looking nowhere but at me.

I never expected to spend my days as a dancing girl...but it beats the alternative. In the window of a filthy space station cantina, I gyrate my hips and hope for better days. When I'm bought by the most intimidating alien on Three Nebulas Station, those better days are on their way. Zakoar of the Broken Back is a cyborg who deals in black market prosthetics. He's terrifying to look at, with a metal jaw and a fearsome demeanor. He intimidates everyone in the galaxy...except me.

Though Araminta Lourcy grew up looking down her nose at the colony planet of Draco and its people, when Earth falls into turmoil the beautiful, spoiled 18-year-old is left with nowhere else to go. But before she is allowed to join this new society, her arrogance must be dealt with....Upon her arrival, Araminta is given to five powerful, dominant men to be trained and cured of her hubris. She will be stripped bare, punished sternly for the slightest disobedience, and made to surrender her virgin body to be used more thoroughly than she could have ever imagined.

The spotlights are blinding me as I stand on stage mortified in nothing but a white thong bikini, all because my little sister, Mandy, aka the kinky porn star Eve Kelly, is at the moment passed out in a hotel room, high as a kite. Since she owes a loan shark more than $30,000, I agreed to fill in for her tour appearance tonight. If I can just get through two hours of selfies with drunk bastards, I'll be able to go home, shower in Clorox, and get back to my normal life. That was the plan until a gorgeous MMA fighter paid a shitload of money for Eve to give him a private lap dance.

Before the generation ship crashed on this desert alien planet, I was a vagrant. Unplanned and unwanted, struggling to survive. Now, we're on Tajss, and if not for the natives, seven-foot-tall dragon-men with wings and tails and scales, we'd all be dead. My new friends are finding love, and I couldn't be happier for them, but I want to fit in, I want to have a place and a purpose. Strangely enough, the only one who might understand is one of those scaled dragon-men. I wanted comfort and attention, but it turns out "one-night stand" doesn't translate into Zmaj.

When terrorists use a drone to bring down a plane on one of London’s busiest shopping centres, it ignites a chain of events that will draw in the innocent and the guilty alike. DC Max Wolfe finds himself caught in the crossfire between a tech-savvy terrorist cell and a revenge-seeking, Bible-quoting murderer called Bad Moses.

I guess I'm one of the last survivors of the human race, and I'm stranded on this hell of a desert alien planet. Sucks to be me. Our ship crashed months ago, and those of us left are struggling to survive the boiling heat in barbaric living conditions. The only reason we're not all dead is one of my friends got knocked up by a native alien, and he lets us live in his ruined city.

Like being stranded on a desert alien planet wasn't enough.... All I ever wanted was someone to love. Now my best friend is knocked up by the only hunky alien-dragon available and I can't tell anyone how totally jealous I am. The handful of humans who survived our ship's crash are locked in a struggle to live in sweltering heat with dwindling supplies. The others are taking the life giving, addictive epis but if I take it that means I'm stuck here. Forever. Which also means the chance of being rescued by a knight in shining armor would be zero.

As dawn breaks on a snowy February morning, a refrigerated lorry is found parked in the heart of London's Chinatown. Inside, 12 women, apparently illegal immigrants, are dead from hypothermia. But in the cab, DC Max Wolfe finds 13 passports. Twelve dead women. Thirteen passports. The hunt for the missing woman will take Max Wolfe into the dark heart of the world of human smuggling, mass migration and 21st-century slave markets.

Criminal barrister Charles Holborne may have just escaped the hangman by proving he was framed for murder, but his life is now in ruins. His wife is dead, his high-flying career has morphed into criminal notoriety, and bankruptcy threatens. When the biggest brief of Charles' career unexpectedly lands on his desk, it looks as if he has been thrown a lifeline. But far from keeping him afloat, it drags him ever deeper into the shadowy underworld of 1960s London. Now, not only is his practice at stake, but his very life.