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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.

Rachel wants one thing in life, a family of her own. But she's not going to get it without a man. Or can she? They may have ruined their chances in the past, but Matt and Trevor know Rachel's the woman for them. When they discover her plans, they tell her they'll give her exactly what she wants...the old-fashioned way. Because once they get their hands on her, they'll hold her close and never let go.

It's been five years since the Breakers and I got back together. Five years since we opened our club, Twisted Bullet. Five years of laughter, love, passion, and a home with each other.

Welcome to the Montana Territory—1885. The entire series features brawny cowboys, who, two or three at a time, claim their brides.

Emily Woodhouse is a penniless, homeless widow thanks to her recently deceased husband. His gambling ways have placed her in a desperate situation. Faced with working off his debt in the basest of ways, she chooses instead to accept Tyler and Xander’s unconventional marriage proposal. She won’t be marrying one man, but two.

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 met fallen angel princes; I met a Savage Duke; I met a Cheshire Cat. And remember - how could you possibly forget - I'm the fabled Alice from the prophecy. Just a twisted, dark version of the girl in Lewis Carroll's old books. Except in those books, there was a happy ending. In those books, Alice wasn't dating nine very different, very beautiful men. But now that I've met the King of Hearts and the Mad Hatter, I'm not sure who the real bad guys are.

I loved to hate her...She made it so easy. She was everything I wasn’t - everything I didn’t want to be. A reminder that from the moment I was born, I was the outcast. The rebel. I went against everything that was expected of me and created a life on my terms. I built my own empire, carved out my own destiny. Then she shows up at my tattoo studio, representing everything I tried to escape. She expects to just fit in...like she ever could. The posh girl trying to prove everyone wrong...that she can be something else - someone else. She hates me because she knows I’m right.

Short 1 - Taking care of my Sacred Sinner family has always been top priority. So when a group of unexpected visitors throw a wrench into our everyday lives, I can either roll with the punches or push back. Too bad things aren't always that black and white. Let's hope this isn't a huge mistake, Big already has enough on his plate.

When you're born, you never know what life will throw at you. You just make the best of it no matter what happens. That's pretty much been my go-to since infancy. Then the charming, bald-headed, blue-eyed Brent came along, and I thought all the suck in life had been flushed down the drain. Ha! That's when my true journey began - motherhood. This is my story of how I took life by the gonads when I decided I needed closure from my past - my father's sudden death in particular. But what happens next wasn't anything I expected....

I'm a biker and a woman who was raised by my family, the Sacred Sinners. Growing up an MC brat I've known nothing but leather, booze, club whores, camaraderie, and chrome. The name's Eva "Bink" Cummings and this is my story. At the ripe ole age of 30, with no husband or kids, being a part of a motorcycle club isn't all fun and games. Things are changing. The moment my world collides with the six-foot-eight biker who helped raise me, I find out the hard way that your life, in an instant, can be flipped upside down. And the people you know and love aren't always who they seem.

When my eyes are closed, the monster can't see me. When I sing a song in my head, the monster can't hear me. When I pretend my bedroom is a playground where I play hide-and-seek, the monster can't find me. The darkness should frighten me. I should worry I'll find more monsters...monsters scarier than him. But I'm not afraid.

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.

We want Kit Lancaster. We’ve wanted her for years. Both of us. Me and Donovan. It might not be normal for two guys to claim a woman together, but we live in Cutthroat, Montana, and we’ll do what we want. What could get in the way? Oh yeah, a little thing called murder. And since I’m the lead detective and Donovan’s the prosecutor, it might not be the smartest thing to bed the prime suspect. As if that would stop us!

You discover that the three hot AF ghosts who haunt your manor house are madly in love with you. What do you do? a. Run away screaming. b. Call a priest for an immediate exorcism. c. Get a little kooky and spooky with all three of them…together. I'm Bree Mortimer, and I chose option c. That's right—me and my three ghosts are a thing now. Now that I've discovered I possess resurrection magic, I might just be able to bring them back to life again. That is, if the dark priests of the Order of the Noble Death would stop raising serial killers from the dead to come after me.

If you liked Bridgewater County, you don’t want to miss the wild mountain men of Cutthroat, Montana! This complete boxed set collects all four Wild Mountain Men novels: Mountain Darkness, Mountain Delights, Mountain Desire and Mountain Danger.

Emma James felt secure in her life. Money, social standing, and the protection of her stepbrother. Or so she thought. When she discovers his dark secrets, he turns on her and sells her to a western brothel to keep her quiet. There, she’s forced to work or participate in an auction...and she’s the prize. One look at Emma James, and Whitmore Kane and Ian Stewart know she would belong to them. Marriage was the only way to truly claim her...so they bid and bid well. But danger has tracked Ian around the world and threatens their newfound relationship.

I caught her scent when I was on enforcer business. Knew she must be the one. I brought my alpha back with me. Because our bloodline mates in pairs. Two males for every she-wolf. Two daddies for our mate. The one we’re going to spoil and protect. Spank and sully. Carry off to make a home together. Just as soon as we convince her she belongs to us.

The untouchable mafia princess falls for her family’s rival. How cliché, right? But that’s my love story. Unfortunately, it’s filled with betrayal, violence, and tragedy. As the daughter of the biggest crime boss in the country, I’m off-limits. A forbidden fruit no man risks taking. Except Antonio Lombardi.

We see a female, we want her. But she’s a wolf biologist prepared to expose us to the world. We scent a female, we claim her. Except we can’t claim the one who could destroy our pack. We touch a female, we give her two marks. Yet we can’t mark her without sharing everything. Because in the Two Marks pack, shifters share. Two cowboys for every mate. If she can ever be ours.