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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.

Winter, 1361. After two decades of conflict, Edward III has finally agreed a treaty with the captive French King, John II. In return for his freedom, John has ceded vast tracts of territory to the English. But for five long years mercenary bands and belligerent lords have fought over the carcass of his kingdom. They will not give up their hard-won spoils to honour a defeated king's promises. If the English want their prize, they'll have to fight for it... Thomas Blackstone will have to fight for it.

The thrill is that you're actually figuring it out on your own. You're engaging with another language, not just parroting it... It's an excellent way to start, and leaves the listener thinking, Hey, Ich kann do dis. - New Yorker, David Sedaris, humorist and author, on learning with the Michel...

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 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 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.

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.

HAWK - I lost everything years ago. My brother. My family. Everything that ever meant anything to me. Now the Lords of Carnage are my life. Anything I need, the club provides. Anything else is unimportant. At least, that's what I tell myself until I meet Samantha Jennings. She stirs something inside me I haven't felt for years. Back when I had hope. Back when I thought life would give you what you asked for if you wanted it bad enough. Wanting is dangerous. I've learned that lesson. But when I look in those deep brown eyes, I want Samantha.

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.

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.

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.

September 1977. Mette Misvãr, a three-year-old girl, disappears without trace from the sandpit outside her home. Her tiny, close middle-class community in the tranquil suburb of Nordas is devastated, but their enquiries and the police produce nothing. Curtains twitch, suspicions are raised, but Mette is never found.

Twenty years ago seven students became friends at their exclusive private school, Potter's Field. Now they have started dying in the most violent way imaginable. Detective Max Wolfe follows the bloody trail from the backstreets and bright lights of the city, to the darkest corners of the corridors of power. As the bodies pile up, Max finds he is fighting not only for justice, but for his own life....

Angel - I know what you're whispering in the car as you pass me by. Hitchhiker. When you see me walking along the side of the road with my thumb out, you'll probably keep driving without giving me a second glance. You probably think I'm foolish. Naïve. You might assume I've made some bad decisions. You might think I'm too young to be on my own. You might be right. Travis - I love my job, but driving an 18-wheeler comes with a certain stereotype. When you hear I'm a trucker, a specific image might come to mind. Uneducated. Dirty. Perverted.

Zane has learned everything he knows from his father, the most dangerous biker of the Devil's Dust MC. He devours the darkness with a cocky grin and no f--ks to give. His immoral obsessions barely keep him content in a life of chaos and havoc until he finds himself craving more. Addie doesn't need the risk that comes with Zane . . . that is, until her perfectly orchestrated life takes a sudden turn and she's left with nowhere else to go.

I can live with being stuck on the far end of space. I can live with having to spend weeks on an abandoned station in an asteroid belt. Sure, I don't belong, but I've got my book and my eight-legged attack cat with me. I should be fine. I'm not fine. My alien host, Jerrok, is a jerk. He's surly and unpleasant. He hasn't bathed in years. He's part cyborg - and all those parts seem to be falling to pieces.