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ASHLEY. Quando si è sposati, ci sono cose con cui si impara a convivere… e altre che non si possono accettare. Mio marito Harry è un uomo violento e sono scappata. Per fortuna ci sono riuscita e sono tornata dai Reapers, la banda di motociclisti di mio padre. Sono salva… ma solo per il momento. È solo una questione di tempo prima che Harry riesca a rintracciarmi. Grazie a Dio, esiste Blackjack. Ha giurato che ucciderà quel poco di buono non appena metterà piede in città. È molto dolce con me, ma c’è qualcosa di più nel suo sguardo.

She writes about killers. He kills. This December, they'll meet. Celeste Sterling came home to the Adirondacks with writer's block and daddy issues. She'll leave with blood on her hands and a monster's ring on her finger. Between now and then? Twenty-three days of being hunted by a man who makes her fictional villains look like choir boys. A man who collects deer skulls like love letters. Who knows every filthy word she's ever written—including the ones she deleted.

I was minding my business drinking when the boys when I decided to take a smoke break and saw the unthinkable—a man had his hand wrapped around Astrid's neck. She wasn't just the VP's daughter in my eyes. She was the kind of woman who should have a man worship her, in all her curvaceous glory. I wasted no time teaching that sorry son of a bi*** a lesson. That was the moment I knew she was mine, even if I knew there would be issues with her father.

Protecting Everly meant putting myself in Kraken's war path, but I couldn't care less. The only thing he asked of us was to stay away from her, to let her have a normal life . . . but how could I do that when I knew the man she was fooling around with? He was no good for her, and I knew his track record. He would ruin Everly like he ruined every woman before her, and I wasn't going to let it happen. It didn't matter that the club was going through hell, that we were in the middle of the biggest battle we'd had in ages.

Everyone makes mistakes in life, and mine was letting "the one" go. We wanted different things and neither one of us would sacrifice at the time. Our demise wasn't for a lack of love. We loved each other so much. Unfortunately, life was pulling us in two different directions. Then, fifteen years pass by and I'm putting in my coffee order like any other morning, and I see her. She's aged like fine wine and looks more beautiful than ever.

The moment I laid eyes on Tildie—the most lucious curvy bartender in town—I knew she'd be mine. As President of Saint's Outlaws MC, I've built my reputation on protecting what belongs to me. And from the second I saw Tildie nervously tucking that strand of hair behind her ear, something primal inside me claimed her. She's got secrets. Demons that haunt her. And an ex who wants her back. Too f****ing bad.

I left because I had to; my father was selling me off to the most dangerous man in the world like I was a prized pony. There was already so much taken from me at the hands of my father, and I would allow nothing else to be ripped from me - especially my future. It was simple. I found a new identity. I wasn’t Caprice DiGiovanni, I was Amber, a sweet and sassy Southern girl from Alabama. I ran to the last place my father would expect me to go - Ireland. Everything was working out great for me - that is, until Sergei found me. I just never anticipated Liam Mackenzie going to bat for me.

Like every man, I had a type. Except Indra was the total opposite of that. She was exactly what I needed. But with her came an ultimatum I never expected. I was forced to choose between my family and her.

I've learned many lessons throughout my life, but one is more important than the rest: My life is not my own. I understand this more every single day with the actions my family commit. They've arranged for me to marry a clan leader. There's only one problem - I won't be marrying him. I'll be murdering him.

I've never been the type to get on the wrong side of the law until the day I did. I was given two options, to either go to jail for a very long time or become an agent for the CIA. I'm unlike any other agent, though. Most of my colleagues don't have families like I do. You see, I'm Romanian and the purest of blood flows through my veins. Since time has passed I believe I was targeted because of who I know. Otherwise I wouldn't have been sent on this mission, to take down Franco Falcone of the New York Crime Family.

She only came into our lives on a whim because we outsmarted the woman who was trying to double cross us. While I hated Sakura at first her actions have proven she’s not only as loyal as they come, but has undeniable honor. Now all I want to do is wrap her in my arms and tell her it’s going to be okay, that we’ll survive the battle with her family. But will we? Sakura isn’t just any gorgeous Japanese woman. She’s Sakura Kobayashi, daughter of the Yakuza and her father has put a bounty on her head.

My Prez thinks I betrayed his trust...but I didn't. I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I went to the one person who just might believe my ass - the national charter Prez, Rancid. Fortunately for me, he believed every word I told him and had me lay low for a while. The plan he made was foolish at best and got me in deeper shit than I was in before. I'm a dead man, but none of it matters when my eyes see the one thing I'd gamble with. Her.

Lacey was the one person I could never have. She was off-limits in every sense of the word. I went to my family's lake house and found her in the guest house. Little did I know she asked my father if she could spend her last free summer in the one place she adored. That summer the devil tempted me, putting forbidden fruit right in front of my very eyes. I did such a good job at keeping my distance until the night of her 18th birthday. She was officially a woman, and there wasn't another reason to keep my desires at bay.

They say when you know, you know. The only thing I knew the second I met her was that she was crazier than I was, and that made me crave her even more. Only, things never work out the way you think they will. She was hiding shit from me but more than that, she was hiding something from the club. After her betrayal I swore I wouldn't love again, but just as I swore off women someone else came into the picture. A breathtaking vixen that was sure to change my mind.

I don't know what it is about this stranger that sparks a fire deep inside me. He makes me question everything about my life. I met him one time when he was in the bar with a buddy of his. Weeks have gone by, and I haven't seen him, but I know where he is. He's a Reaper, and these bastards are easy to find.

My father gave me an ultimatum. He should really know better than that. I was set to marry Isabella, the daughter of a prestigious accountant for one of the Clans. He's been pressuring me for years to get married to extend our lineage - basically, to open up a baby-making factory. I may be marrying a woman, but it sure as hell won't be a boring little virgin girl. I want defiance in the highest form, and how better to achieve that than marrying a slave?

I changed every part of myself for him. At first, I thought it was because I loved him. Eventually, I realized that what he did to me was the most disgusting form of emotional abuse. He made me feel as if the authentic parts of me were wrong - that I was ugly. One night, after I had been through hell, I ran to my best friend Natasha's house. I wanted the comfort of my best friend - to hold me and tell me everything would be okay.

Throughout my entire life, I've only wanted one thing - independence. It might seem easy, but it's quite the contrary. It's nothing but a myth in my family because my life is not my own. It never has been, and it never will be. At least, not until now. I made a deal with my father to gain some aspect of freedom. I would marry a Romanian Clan leader to unite their vast mafia with our family hitman business. Two powerful families coming together, creating the most feared partnership in the world.

Who would've known what I'd find in that fucking basement. More importantly, who knew what I was gonna do. It felt natural, to take off my cut and place it over her shoulders. She'd been exposed for god knows how long, and all I could think is that I didn't want another man's eyes raking over her body. In putting my cut over her, I was claiming her as mine. Alexa may not know it, but she's my lost little lamb and I won't let anyone harm her ever again.

She’s always belonged to me, even when she wasn’t with me. We didn’t work well in past, but that doesn’t mean we can’t work well now. She understands every broken part of me, more so then my own flesh and blood. I didn’t do a good job being her man when we were kids, and now’s the time to make up for that. Even as everything is going to shit around us, I’m determined to show her that we were always meant to be.