Wolfe: I’ve never been held up at a grocery store before. But when a man threatens Isla’s life, I spring into action. She’s a sweet southern woman with curves for days. She doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. Isla needs a savior; someone to protect her. And when the night is over and she’s afraid to be alone… I’ll take her home and be there for her. Isla: Dirty talking Wolfe is the highlight of my day. Until a few robbers hold up the grocery store. I’ve never been threatened like this before. But Wolfe risks his life to save mine. It’s more than that though, he’s a ...

Lazarus has given up on love… until a curvy, younger woman walks through his front door. Lazarus: Gianna walks into my gym wearing innocence like a wrap dress. It’s so evocative I want to take it off her; she drives me wild. But she’s hiding something, and I don’t like secrets. Gianna: Bonnie sent me to Lazarus for a job, and maybe for protection, too. He’s as big as a bear and twice as handsome. But will he run when he finds out what I’m running from? Lazarus is an older man with an overprotective streak. Gianna is a younger woman with a past that threatens everything she has. ...

Blair's life isn't perfect, but she has a plan. Find a new roommate, finish school, and finally start the future she's been working so hard for. And then he knocks on her door. One unwanted visitor is all it took to crush her reality and leave her living in fear. But at least she's living, thanks to the help of a good Samaritan. A very sexy, tattooed, and motorcycle-riding man with a dog that looks as savage as he is sweet. GreenPeace saves her. He makes her feel safe. He makes her feel a lot of things she's never felt before.

Life isn't easy. Single mom, minimum wage, family drama. You know the story. I've come a long way in a short time, though, and it's all worth it. For Jimmy. My grumpy little guy. Then a hot biker charms his way into our lives, tempting me into wanting more. I want to go for it, but how can I trust myself when I've screwed up so badly in the past?

I wasn't supposed to end up in an outlaw biker's bed. I wasn't supposed to love it. I definitely wasn't supposed to crave his fiery kisses, beg for his touch, or ache to know the man behind the evil-looking ink and scarred smirk. I was the good girl. He was the monster. Then everything changed. I became a prisoner. I prayed for Skin to save me. He did - and he kept me for himself.