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Tragedy struck when I least expected it, leaving me a widow in what was supposed to be the prime of my life. With my daughter away at college, I withdrew further—becoming a reclusive version of myself. The quietness of my big empty house was suffocating, my only form of solace being the rhythmic laps I repeated each day in my pool. Day after day, I remained frozen in time, while the world moved on without me.

So apparently my mom was a witch. And not just a witch, but a witch who turned bad. My poor, sweet, normal dad wanted me to have a good college experience. Instead I get a magical offer I literally can't refuse, from the world's most elite school for warlocks. Warlocks. As in guy witches. Even though I definitely have lady parts, somehow I ended up at a warlock school to learn the gentlemanly arts (which are a lot more badass than, ahem, lady magic).

When Nicolette was 17, she kissed me. And I did the only thing I could do—I pushed her away, even when it was the last thing I wanted. I’m the son of a crime boss. Too old for her—and much too dangerous. I only married her sister because I had to, not because I loved her. But Nicolette hates me for it. She's 21 now, and no longer the girl I remember. She's all woman, right down to her curves. But she's still too innocent for a man like me. When her life’s in danger, my brother brings her to me for protection.

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Buried deep below the everyday life of our society lives an underground world of nightmares—of violence and murder no one dares speak about. Contracts and laws weave the web of our culture together. Our Masters walk amongst us. They can be our friends, or the ones to make us disappear forever. Where I once had found peace within my existence, it all ended with the death of my cruel, yet caring owner. My world shattered and I was taken back to the one place I had hoped to never see again—the cells of Whitlock—a subterranean fortress for slaves who await their new placement.

They call me Ghost for a reason. Silent and in the shadows, I don't make my move until I am absolutely sure of everything. Four years ago I was sure about Jenna. My best friend's kid sister had grown up into a spitfire I couldn't resist. One night we stopped resisting. We promised we'd keep it a secret. It was a one-time mistake, but we'd put it behind us. Jenna tried to get out of our corrupt town, but it pulled her back in again. Now she needs help. I'll do all of that for her, if she'll just shut the hell up and let me. She can even keep all of her secrets, except for one.

My days as MC president are numbered. From the outside, the Ironwood Lords of Carnage are involved in a full-on war. It's an existential threat to the club. On the inside, there's another kind of war ravaging me. It's only a matter of time until it takes me out. It's a race against the clock. And the clock will win.

It's not every day your dean is a 6'4" dark god with ocean-blue eyes and a dimple. Just looking at him makes my heart pound and my stomach flutter. He's intense, filthy, and forbidden. Not to mention, he's my sister's ex-boyfriend. If I were smart, I'd walk away. Lines are getting blurred. Boundaries are being tested. And rules are about to be broken.

There was a sh*tstorm brewing. Whispers. Rumbles. A rot—fueled by greed and protected by corruption—that’d seeped like sewage, eating away at everything it touched. The only people I trusted were my brother by blood, my brothers by patch, and the crazy Irish-Scottish bastard I did jobs for. That was why, when the hot-as-hell blonde started trailing my brothers and me, I had to act.

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?

Greyson Stone is the president of the Stone Kings MC, and he's seriously bad news. He's big and bad, dripping with menace, and covered in tattoos. He has the kind of dominant swagger that should make me want to run away.... Instead, it makes me fantasize about him. Even though I know he's a thug. Even though men like him caused the violence that ended my father's life.... One rough, demanding night with Greyson, and I don't know how to walk away. Even when life depends on it....

Actions have consequences, and my actions are about to kick me in the teeth. I’m still reeling from the unthinkable. Lucas is gone. It’s all my fault and if the dominus can’t find evidence that my actions were under duress then the consequences will be lethal. Sanctuary lies with Grayson and his pack, but I’m a rare commodity - a female loup in a world where females are rare - and the other packs aren’t going to back off without a fight. Even if I escape the executioner’s noose, the loup world isn’t about to let me go so easily.

Cierra Wallace always tried to do the right thing. Helping others has been high up on her list of priorities. That’s probably because she realized years ago that one person could make a difference. Only now she’s wondering if the help she provided years ago was her best idea. Greyson West senses a bit of fear when Cierra shows up at Harper Security Ops looking for self-defense and tactical training skills. It’s not uncommon in his line of work, but something about seeing the worry in Cierra’s eyes hits him a little differently.

At the Sicuro Academy, the Russians and the Italians give each other a wide berth. We’re bitter enemies after all. So imagine my disbelief when my brother announces that I’m to wed Dante Accardi, next in line to run the Accardi Italian crime family. After the shock subsides, I’m determined to save myself. It’s not until my plan is in full swing that I realize there might be more to Dante than I thought.

Flint Hopkins finds the perfect tenant to rent the space above his Minneapolis-based law office. All the t's are crossed and i's dotted on Ellen's application. Her references are good. And she's easy on the eyes. Until... Flint discovers Ellen Rodgers plays music. Bongos, guitars, singing - not Beethoven administered through noise-cancelling headphones. The cut-throat attorney serves up an eviction notice to the bubbly, constantly humming redhead who's too sexy for her own good. But luck is on Ellen's side when Flint's autistic son, Harrison, takes an instant liking to her.

In the highly anticipated follow-up to Will and Timantha's story, Will decides to take the ultimate plunge—proposing to the love of his life. But for a man like Will who's obsessed with his bride, simple nuptials won’t do. Instead, he’s planning the destination wedding of the year, kicking off with a wild co-ed bachelor/bachelorette party thirty thousand feet in the air.

After a break-in at my apartment, I get my very own security detail. Cool right? Wrong. The big, brooding beast assigned to protect me 24/7 is the very same cocky guard who caught me at the wedding!

Years ago, I fell in love with an angel. Only problem: her brother was in a rival MC. My prez gave me an ultimatum: her or my club. Fool that I was, I chose the club. Years later, I run into her when she moves back to town. She still hurts from the way I treated her back then. But this time, I'm not giving her up. Her brother's club and mine are still bitter enemies. And claiming Kat threatens to throw us into full-on war. But none of that matters. I'm going to win her back. This time, Kat is mine. No matter the cost.

Pop sensation Olivia would do anything to get out from under her mother's thumb and escape the circus that has become her life, if only for a moment. Maybe that's why she says yes to a night with a sexy hockey player who manages to make her dizzy with a single look. Superstar goalie Walker "Disney" Davis might be every girl's Prince Charming, but behind the pretty-boy exterior is a man who'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants—even if it means crossing a few lines . . .

Beck Wolffbrandt is not good for me—he's not good period. He is unhinged; without abandon. His darkness calls to the depraved parts of me, relieving me of all rational thought processes. I can't help but want all the things he thinks he can't offer me. My pursuit of him quickly morphs into a dangerous game I'm not sure either of us can win. I'm willing to risk everything to show him what we could be. Including my life.