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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.

They’re the Vendetti crime familia, the most powerful mafia name in New York.... Matteo Vendetti is a man who gets what he wants. As heir to the Vendetti Empire and the capo dei capi’s throne, he’s only required to do one thing. He must get married to prove that he’s matured and is stable enough to take over. The stipulation doesn’t sound like much of a challenge until he realizes who his betrothed is. Violet’s the Bottaro Princessa, not just a random woman he met by chance in another country.

Mercenary: She was just a job. I needed to get in and uncover the Iron Fists' next move. They'd hit the Oath Keepers enough in the past, and being the newest member, it was up to me to get close. Had I known I'd be getting close to Chevelle, maybe I could've prepared myself. I went in seeking revenge and came out wanting to protect one thing - her.

I have a plan - keep my head down, stay out of the way, and graduate. If I stick to it, I can escape and finally be free of my father's suffocating grip on my life. My plan does not include four stubborn, rich hot guys that just happen to run Harvard Academy. Brent, Cole, Tristan, and Axel are the top of the food chain. All the boys want to be them, and the girls want to be with them - except me. The thing about spoiled rich boys...they'll do anything to get what they want.

Violet Vendetti was the Bottaro princess - was. She’d been betrothed to the Capo dei capi of New York, without ever knowing it. A deal made, is a deal kept, as far as the Vendetti Crime family is concerned. No matter that it was her father to plead for her safety offering up her hand in marriage amongst other promises. The Capo always comes to collect what is owed.

Once a Widow Maker but now an Oath Keeper, I’ve made this club my life. It’s taken years to earn my cut and the respect of my MC brothers. I’m the youngest in club history to ever wear this patch - the newest Vice President joining in the ranks under one of the most notorious bikers alive. As the President, my blood brother has set the standard for loyalty and violence far out of my reach. However, the mighty must fall at some point.

The lies from Harvard Academy's Elite had fallen upon deaf ears. With the truth revealed, Sam was the only person I could turn to and trust. But a girl once so broken was only bent. I returned stronger than before. The de Lacharrieres could play their silly little games and spew their lies. One thing remained true, I was getting free of my father's clutches. Even if that meant having to side with the enemy. The four guys who broke my heart with little white lies would have to heal me with their ugly dark truths.

Sweet Savannah Mae hit me out of nowhere...or, I should say, I hit her - literally. My bike smashed right into her. Talk about a way to make a lasting impression. One look at her, and I swore I’d met an angel. She was the light to my dark that stirred up emotions I didn’t think I possessed. In a blink, Savannah becomes everything to me. When I find out the truth she’s hiding, it rocks my world.

He was a biker, a Nomad at that. They're the worst type of outlaws to fall for. He called me his daydream, and I fell. I promised I wouldn't f--k him, but I lied and then left. I had to. He didn't want kids, and I was carrying his child. Now, I have to go back and can't help but wonder...will he kill me for keeping his son a secret?

Cristiano Vendetti: I wear the name proudly. I’m Italian royalty, damn near untouchable. The crux of being Vendetti is The Empire. A family of my stature has certain obligations. One of them practically archaic, as our betrothals are decided for us. Whatever to benefit the famiglia, right? I’m mafioso, trained to do as I’m told on all accounts. I’m rewarded with Arianna, as she’s always been my choice. The woman is more of a curse in my case, as I’m already a married man.

I’m a coward. The second-born son of the powerful Vendetti mafia famiglia. Vengeance and fearlessness should run in my blood. They say I’m a liability, an addict, the embarrassment of the famiglia. None of them know the weight I bear, the guilt clawing in my gut for trying to escape it all. I’ll never be underboss, of that I’m certain. Yet, my life changes in a mere moment when I discover I have a daughter. She's someone to live for and protect, an innocent baby depending on me. The nanny comes into my life soon after, testing my resilience.

I'm a Royal Bastard through and through. Being prez has been my life, and seeing anything other than the club isn't on my to-do list. To my surprise, a sexy diamond appears out of the blue, and I can't seem to stay away or keep my hands to myself. The perfect gem is mine; I know it, and so does she. I'll do whatever I have to so I can keep her.

Running scared, I’m forced to start completely over. I escape to Tennessee where no one knows who I am. I try to blend in and decide that a huge university will be the easiest way. Tainted, scared, and alone, will he find me? Will he hurt me again? I have a secret, you see. I need a savior - someone who can help me be free. I never expected to meet Tate Masterson.

I’m destined to be in the Kings of Carnage MC. With Bash as my father and club VP, it’s practically in my DNA. Falling for the president’s daughter, however, is not. Leigh’s headstrong and independent, but also my best friend’s younger sister. Her presence is an alluring tease, one I struggle to ignore. Most of all, she’s forbidden, and I’m a rebel.

One's a Sinner, the other a Saint...but can you guess which one? One of them will carve you up the second you turn your back, the other will f--k with your mind. One has a kind heart, while the other has no soul.

I was suffocating until the club saved me. I've sent the pain below, buried it and taken control of my life. Now, I cause the pain. I make people break and beg for their lives, as I decide their fates. It's up to me as the Enforcer to protect my club, by any means necessary. She comes into my life, like a stiff punch to the gut, making me question everything I once believed. She belongs to my brother and it goes against everything to take her from him. However, I don't want to take just her. No, I want them both. Can my club handle it? Can he? Because she already loves me...

Tyler: Football is life. Growing up, my family loved to cheer me on, and after my parents' accident, I vowed to be the best I could be to honor their memory. After a while, life starts to pile up - college, football, and helping out my brothers. I just need a small reprieve, especially if she's five foot five, brunette, and has legs that go on for miles.

She’s mine out of convenience, a means to an end. The crew needs her for a vote, but I need her for so much more. It’s time for an uprising, and in mob life, that’s no easy feat. Blood spills, lines are crossed, and betrayal runs deep. No matter if you’re my enemy or my wife, crew always comes first. Yet, I find myself bartering with the devil. He’s a finicky beast, one I can bargain with. Take a life, in place of another. It’s nothing I haven’t done before, and for her, I’d kill them all.

I arrived home, to my wife’s sweet color, stripped. Her body motionless, slain in a puddle of blood, her delicate skin, riddled with multiple stab wounds. The brutality of the rape was horrendous. My precious little girl lain in the middle of the floor, pillow securely duct taped on her face. Her tiny body, left unmoving. I’ve never screamed so savagely, wishing I was dead before in my life.

He calls me free bird, yet I’m not the one who’s free. At least not as free as he is. He’s covered in tattoos, roaring down a Texas highway, and living life. I sit here, pondering what my life could be. It was only supposed to be some fun, not like this. I’m Avery, flustered Barista - looking for a diversion. I’m not like the others. I’m not ready to give in and accept my fate.