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I’m Ogun “Voodoo” Dupré - SAA for the Ankeny RBMC. There’s no pretty way to put it: I do the dirty work for my club. Without question, I follow the direct orders of my president. Except, when my services were required for a particularly delicate situation, I found myself hesitating for the first time in my adult life.

People used to know me as Lucian Stone. I’m a cleaner for the Ankeny RBMC. Some would call me heartless, others might say I’m emotionless. They might be right, but I have two fingers for them. When I was young and thought I had the world by the tail, Lila Kellerman owned my heart. Once upon a time, we’d been that couple—the epitome of young love. Until one night it all went to shit. Gone were the boy with a full-ride scholarship for football and the girl with hopes of becoming a veterinarian. In their place was an ex-con and a dead girl.

Angel is the second book in the Royal Bastards Ankeny Iowa series. I’m Jude “Angel” Bearheart - newly appointed Enforcer for the Ankeny RBMC. They didn’t call me the Angel of Death for nothing. I do the “disposal and cleaning” for the club. Ridding the world of evil, was my justification for my actions. I was the executioner when the judge and jury failed the victims. When I found myself at the wrong end of her gun, the hunter became the hunted. Angry brown eyes flashing fire, she had the nerve to demand an exchange I never saw coming.

I’m Nico “Chains” Trinidad, tail gunner for the Ankeny RBMC. I'm not a good man, but I’m loyal to the core. I won’t hesitate to protect my club. I wanted Jasmine more than my next breath. Just one night, and she was a fire in my blood I couldn’t extinguish. It didn’t matter that she was forbidden. Now I need to find a way to save her from one of our deadliest enemies or lose everything. I’m going to prove I’m the right man for her and unleash the hounds of hell on them - even if it kills me.

As President of the Demented Sons MC, I don’t have time in my life for a woman. It’s not easy running a chapter and raising a teenager alone. Except sometimes life nails you like a freight train. Nothing prepared me for her. A ghost from the past, she barreled in wanting something from me I wasn’t prepared to give. Trying to keep my club together and my daughter from going off the rails, while staying under my enemy’s radar had me wound tight. Haunted by icy blue eyes and a sexy smile, I caved...Now I’m caught in a web that’s destined to get me killed.

I’m Decker “Venom” Pruitt - President for the Ankeny RBMC. I'm a fair man, but those who've crossed me know my retaliation is swift and lethal. Venom runs through my veins. After the army, all I needed was my club. Emotionally bankrupt, I had nothing to offer a woman. She wanted me to show her who I really was, but that was impossible. I was her worst nightmare. Two pink lines changed everything.

I'm a loyal member of the Demented Sons MC. My priorities were my club and my family. Add in one sick bastard trying to pick us off, and I sure as hell didn’t need relationship complications. Enter: one hot waitress. A chance meeting. One wild night. By morning, I was gone. Maybe I'd used her, but she'd utterly ruined me. Brothers dropping like flies, adrenaline in my veins, she would've been a dangerous distraction - one I couldn't afford. At the worst possible moment, I made her a reckless promise. A promise I wouldn't keep.

I'm the Sergeant-At-Arms for the Demented Sons MC. A year ago my life went to shit, and every priority I ever had changed. Being a single dad on the run was never on my radar, but that was the hand I was dealt. I didn't think shit could get worse. Then fate dumped a raven-haired beauty in my lap, and all hell broke loose. Trying to keep my two-year-old daughter and a hot mess of a woman alive while still protecting my club threw my adrenaline into overdrive. Strung tight, danger coming at us from all directions, I faltered...

I’m Damien “Facet” Blackwood—tech guru for the Ankeny RBMC. Love is bullsh*t. My mother and her two thousand husbands were enough to convince me. Give me my computers any day of the week. Until Willow. Victim of a black market adoption, she wanted our help to find her biological parents. From the second I laid eyes on her, I wanted her, but I couldn’t touch her. It would only lead to heartache.

After we were caught, she was ripped away, leaving me begging for death. Dropped into the middle of the Civil War, I thought my wish had been granted. Little did I know, my punishment was my anguish on Earth and it would never end. For years, I was a lost soul, wandering—until I found the Ankeny RBMC. With them, something within my empty chest settled and I dared put down roots. When she showed up on our doorstep, I was stunned.

I'm the Enforcer for the Demented Sons MC. I don't do beach hook-ups with a prim-ass school teacher. And I sure as hell don't obsess over the chick afterward. But that's exactly what I did. Remembering every inch of her luscious body, every damn sound she’d uttered — I fell into a hole I couldn’t crawl out of. A five foot nothing, legs for days, hole.

Ten years ago, Sage was too damn young for my darkness, so I put up a wall. It worked—until the day it didn't. Being with her wasn't supposed to rock my world, but it sure as hell did. The last thing I planned to do was move back to Texas and the secrets I left behind. But all debts must be paid, and I owed a big one.

I’m Keagan “Phoenix” O’Brien—loyal member of the Ankeny RBMC. A bad breakup left my life trashed, literally. It made sense to escape and leave all the BS behind on an out-of-town mission. I should’ve stayed home. Not only did I meet the right chick at the wrong time, but she had more secrets than we do. After a few psychos tried to kill her mother, they went after her. As the only able man, it became my job to keep her alive. Now I’m running for my life with my new sidekick in tow. I’m not supposed to touch her. But she’s hotter than hell and I love playing with fire.

Roses Are Red. Violets are blue. I hold the aces. The loser is you. My name is Rose, and I have a gift—call it a supreme “intuition”. I’m the last person that people would suspect of cheating - but cards are my game, and Vegas is my playground. What I’m doing might bend the law a little, but I dare them to prove it. Storm Montgomery thinks he’s got my number. He’s bound and determined to stop me. Fat chance. Except, now I’m running for my life, and he’s the only one who can save me.

Fascinating “What If?” stories from Hugo and Nebula award-winning masters of alternate history! What would the world be like if Teddy Roosevelt had fought in World War I? If the space race started during World War II? If Joseph McCarthy had been elected President? These and other questions are answered in this collection of alternate histories. As these stories suggest, the world as we know it might have turned out different than it is today, if only one minor—or major—change had occurred in history.

I’m Kristoffer Halvorson, right wing and team captain for the Austin Amurs. Roughing is my penalty. It’s not like I plan to do it, but hockey is a rough sport.

I’m Alex Kosinski, left wing for the Austin Amurs. Hooking was my penalty. It’s never something I set out to do, but it happens. After all, it’s hockey. Hockey is life. Getting traded was a kick to the nuts, but at least I was still playing. It was all that mattered. Until Sydney. Our relationship was forbidden, but I didn’t care—I hadn’t run from a fight yet. I had her right where I wanted her, until everything crashed around me.

Tripping: When a player trips an opposing player with their stick, or uses their skate against the other player's skate, causing them to lose balance or fall and obstruct them from making their desired play. I’m Cameron McGregor, center for the Austin Amurs. Tripping is my penalty. I don’t set out to do it, but it still lands me two minutes in the box every time.

I’m Jordan Beck, goaltender for the Austin Amurs. Holding is my penalty. In my defense, if they get in my crease, they’re fair game. Hockey runs in my blood—literally. Four generations of NHL goaltender greats gives me damn near royalty status, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Living up to legends can be exhausting. It can also make it difficult to trust women and their motives.

I’m Mikko Heikkinen, winger for the Austin Amurs. Fighting is my penalty. I’m not a violent guy, but I won’t let someone push me around. Hockey is not only my job, it’s my first love. Nothing will come between us. Until Sutton....