New York Times and USA Today Best Seller L. Wilder brings readers a new Satan's Fury series that is guaranteed to keep you on the edge of your seat. Everyone said it would happen, but I never believed it. I liked my wild nights and random hookups. I never thought I’d want to give them up. And then, I spotted her sitting in a hotel bar. She was beautiful—all class and full of confidence. A girl like her should’ve never given me a second glance. But she did. And we shared a night like none other. It was all it took to have me thinking about white picket fences. But life isn’t that ...

Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Seller L. Wilder brings you Wyatt’s book. He was only eight years old when Stitch found him at a local diner and took him under his wing. Now, he’s all grown up, and he has his own story to tell. We played a game of hide and seek. I tried to keep her at a distance. But no matter how high I built my walls, she was always there to seek me out. She saw me. She understood me, even when I didn’t understand myself. She was the one. I knew it without a doubt. The time had come for me to stake my claim. But our game of hide and seek was about to take a ...

Inferno: Inferno; noun 1. a large fire that is dangerously out of control. 2. a place of suffering; hell Tessa is a school teacher and single mom starting a new life in Paris, TN. Romance is the last thing on her mind. Bishop is the leader of the Devil Chasers’ Motorcycle Club, and a single dad trying to rescue his son from sins of his father. He doesn't have time to add a woman into the mix. Bishop's past won't let go, and soon Tessa is swept up in the powerful, intense biker's world - and all the danger that brings. When all hell breaks loose, will their love survive the blast or will ...

My mother used to say that everything happens for a reason. It didn't matter how insignificant or how heart-wrenchingly tragic, she'd say it was just meant to be. I say bullshit. There is no f--king silver lining. Shit happens. Hard times are just a part of life, like the air we breathe. We have to learn to deal with the hand we are dealt and move the hell on. Yet every damn time something f--ked up happens in my life, I find myself thinking of my mother.

Wherever I went, I heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind me. They never bothered me or said a word. But I knew they were there because of him - Devlin McRae, the head of the local MC. Being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would I do if Devlin ever caught me?