My name is Quinn and in one night my life changed forever. I lost not only part of my family, but also a huge part of who I was. Struggling to make it through each dark day, uncertain of everything in my life, I’m barely living just existing until a professional suggests I start writing down my thoughts in a journal. My journals help me muddle through the personal and emotional baggage. Allow me to manage the past with all my Anguish; to function in the present plotting Vengeance; and to hope for my Awakening to a future full of all my dreams for a better life.

There’s nothing that shouldn’t have ruined us. She works for the FBI, and I’m the president of the Skulls Renegade MC. Her job was to take us down...to ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve. She came into my life as a lie, and has stayed here as...what exactly? I know that I can’t let her go, but how can I trust her now? How am I supposed to trust anything she says?

In the morning, she was gone and had taken my solace with her. I left for the military that day, vowing never to return to Pennsylvania. When my father dies, I’m forced to go home to bury him. At least I'll finally be rid of his farm, which is grown over and tangled with memories I've fought to forget. And that’s when I find her. She’s even more beautiful than I remember and has the most adorable kid I’ve ever seen. Years have passed, but my feelings are the same, and this time I refuse to let her go. They say you can't bury the past, and they're right.

At 18, I walked away from Willow Creek Valley for good. I was young, scared, and stupid, and it cost me the love of my life - Grayson Parkerson. Fourteen years later, a crash sends me back home to recover. Back to where we met, fell in love, and planned a future. Working at The Park Inn together gives us a chance to reconnect, and seeing him with his little girl makes me long for the days when he was mine. I’m not the girl I was - intimidated by his wealthy family and desperate to escape our small town. How can I convince him to give first love a second chance?

Sloan will go through hell and back for those she loves. And she does so, every single day. Caught up with the alluring Asa Jackson, a notorious drug trafficker, Sloan has finally found a lifeline to cling to, even if it’s meant compromising her morals. She was in dire straits trying to pay for her brother’s care until she met Asa. But as Sloan became emotionally and economically reliant on him, he in turn developed a disturbing obsession with her—one that becomes increasingly dangerous every day.

The night we met in the dimly lit bar, she looked like a brunette bombshell, and I wanted to learn her deepest secrets. With sun-kissed skin and soulful bedroom eyes, she was pure temptation, and I was mesmerized. As one drink led to two, I craved more of her playful banter and taunting lips. Resisting her wasn't an option, and we quickly became a desperate mess of tangled limbs and hot kisses. She tasted like the sweetest sin, but I was no saint.

Owen Cullen was a dream. Not a dream come true though, because I’d never dared to dream. He was my wildest fantasy, a hallucination, a delusion. The handsome man who’d saved my life—twice. He was a real-life hero, and I was...what was I? Filth, that was what I was.

Kincaid: Hero complex? Possessive? Not afraid to speak my mind? Check, check, and check. I'm also president of the Cerberus MC, a former Marine, and Emmalyn Mikaelson doesn't have a clue what she's gotten herself into by jumping on the back of my bike. Shadow: I'm no stranger to a woman warming my bed. What's new for me is being the one ghosted. So imagine my surprise when the girl who decided I wasn't enough shows up on my doorstep burdened with the consequences of her own lies and deceit.

First rule of being a nanny? Don’t fall for the single dad, even if he is smoking hot. But that’s exactly what happens when grumpy small-town sheriff Asher Whitlock reluctantly hires me to take care of his daughter for the summer. Neither of us is thrilled with the arrangement, but he’s desperate for help, and I need the money for grad school this fall.

I had it all. Or, at least, that’s what everyone else thought. Between my husband being the president of the Demons of Hell and his club, I had a “family”. Except the only thing that made us a family was my husband’s persistent reminders that it was. But a family doesn’t turn a blind eye to things. A family doesn’t let one of their own become a punching bag for their mistakes. For all the pent-up anger and frustration for something that isn’t even my fault. My “family” was the reason I nearly died.

When you find the one you love, you don't let them slip through your fingers. By chance that happens, you do the only thing you can - reclaim them. This boxset contains the first three books of the Devil's Riot MC series.

Biker bitch? Not this chick. I can't stand my father and his group of criminals, and what better way to get back at my father, the president, than to sleep with one of them? Poor little Prospect, he never saw me coming. When my safety is jeopardized yet again by the MC, it's not the Prospect to my rescue, it's a Nomad bound for hell and my heart.

She saw in him what no one else could see. He found in her what he could never find. One moment changed everything but, even with a break in time, their connection could never be severed. In the beginning he may have been her salvation, but in the end she will be his redemption.

I’ve always known where I belong. I was born to wear the Dirty Soul patch. Club life is the only life I’ve ever wanted. The president, Jimmer Carson, raised me like a son, and he trusted me with his family. When tragedy strikes our club, the life I thought I knew is thrown into turmoil. Loyalties are questioned, bonds are severed, and rules are broken. For the first time in my life, I feel lost. She’s a complication I shouldn’t pursue. Far too perfect to be mine.

Dear Diary, oh, who am I kidding? Dear Life, you’re cruel. You’re heartless. You’re sick. You’re really damned twisted. Do you know that? Nope... Still doesn’t cut it. Dear Fate...yeah, that’s the one. Dear Fate, what the actual hell? What exactly did I do to deserve the life you paved for me? Did I bother you so? Was I awful? Did I not pray enough? You took my life into your hands, fate, and you twisted it. You turned it into a broken mess, and you made it ugly. You made me ugly. A life for a life. An eye for an eye. That’s how it goes, right? Her life. Now mine.

Delta Operative Heath “Woof” Davis has spent years living on the edge. Protecting a State Department official is just another assignment, until he discovers that Eleanor Bonham is Nori Duncan, the one that got away. He can protect her from enemy forces in the Republic of Kazarus, but can he defend his heart from the woman who used to be his everything.

The thing about ghosts is they’re supposed to stay dead. That’s exactly what I am, but I can’t stay away from Magnolia Marie Maison for one more day, let alone another year. We’ve already got 15 of those between us. As it stands, she’ll want to kill me as soon as she lays eyes on me. And knowing her, she’s completely up to the task. But I’m a man on a mission, and I’ve got everything riding on this. So, here I come, Magnolia. This ghost is ready for whatever you got. After all, there’s only one way I want this to end - ’til death do us part.

Dear Diary, oh, who am I kidding? Dear Life, you’re cruel. You’re heartless. You’re sick. You’re really damned twisted. Do you know that? Nope... Still doesn’t cut it. Dear Fate...yeah, that’s the one. Dear Fate, what the actual hell? What exactly did I do to deserve the life you paved for me? Did I bother you so? Was I awful? Did I not pray enough? You took my life into your hands, fate, and you twisted it. You turned it into a broken mess, and you made it ugly. You made me ugly. A life for a life. An eye for an eye. That’s how it goes, right? Her life. Now mine.

The night we met in the dimly lit bar, she looked like a brunette bombshell, and I wanted to learn her deepest secrets. With sun-kissed skin and soulful bedroom eyes, she was pure temptation, and I was mesmerized. As one drink led to two, I craved more of her playful banter and taunting lips. Resisting her wasn't an option, and we quickly became a desperate mess of tangled limbs and hot kisses. She tasted like the sweetest sin, but I was no saint.

With a large hit out on my head, I’m hustled into the mountains with one very broody, very angry, very gorgeous biker. He has a mission, a secret bigger than even mine. And he wants the blood of the monster after me. He’s been assigned to protect me, but he gets on every nerve I have. The tension between us is high, and we’re stuck alone...in the middle of the wilderness. Things are about to get interesting.

Hendrix Caldwell wants nothing more than to revitalize the family bar and tear down every last reminder of his no-good father. But business isn't the only thing on his mind. An explosive encounter with a stranger at a charity masquerade is just the distraction he craves, with no names and no strings attached. For Hendrix, sex is casual, and love is a four-letter word. His commitment is to his brothers, his bar, and his bike. So why can't he stop thinking about the naughty Cinderella who rocked his world then left him - and her panties - behind?

After getting tangled up in Carnage business, it isn’t long before I'm tangled up in their sheets. They see is my blonde hair and sweet smile, and they want to dirty me up a little. I'm a splash of pink within the leather-clad army, standing out like a tampon in a condom factory. But it’s not my fault they underestimated me. I might like girly things, but I’m much more likely to spray you with bullets then sprinkle you with glitter. I could just tell them they have me labeled all wrong...but where’s the fun in that?

This boxed set includes books 1-4 in the Haven Hart series.

McKay: I wasn’t the one who broke her, but I helped. She came to us when she was 10. I raised her. I loved her. I taught her how to survive in a world of evil men. But it wasn’t enough. Adam: I wasn’t the one who saved her but I did my best. Bought and paid for on the auction block. But not for the reasons you think. She was my weapon. Donovan: I wasn’t the one who lied to her but I hid her truth. She was broken before I got there. Wild and angry. Defiant and bratty. But she trusted me most. She loved me best. So I set her free.

My name is Kennedy Desiree Carter. I met the love of my life, Damion "King" Carter, five years ago. Back then, you would not have been able to convince me of the way that he would change my life, in good ways and bad. I was a good girl; on my way to college with a high GPA and big dreams of becoming a child psychologist. Yet, as soon as I met King, I also dreamed of being the best rider that any street nigga had ever seen. I was a good girl with a bad boy fetish, and King was the ultimate bad boy that came to love me in ways that I had never felt before.