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Lessons hard learned last the longest. Creswell Springs' biggest man-whore, Raider Hannigan, one of Angel's Halo MC's most notorious members, wasn't for me. After years of him holding my heart, I had seen the harsh light of my reality. Raider would never want me...or love me. With a firm resolve to move on, I wouldn't give in. Only one moment of weakness came back to bite me. Now I had a secret. No one needed to know the depths of it all, especially not him.

One night. That was all we had, all we needed. Mila: It was a chance meeting in a New York City club while I was in town for a wedding. Our paths were never going to cross again. But I lied. One night wasn't enough. Lyric: New York City was my dream. Work for the best tattoo artist in the country, build up my own client list, then start my own ink shop wherever I wanted. Then I met Mila. One night. That was what we agreed. But even as I was telling her goodbye, I was already planning our forever.

I’m dying. I can feel the life begin to fade from me. My body, which has been tortured for days, perhaps even weeks - I don’t even know anymore - will give up soon. And all I want to do is think about her. That smile. The sweet taste of her lips. The little sounds she made as she gave me the most precious thing any woman could give a man. The love in her eyes in the afterglow. She was mine then. And I would forever be hers. “Jos,” I groaned, letting the first tear leak from my eyes.

Sometimes, beauty covers a whole lot of ugly. That was one of the many valuable lessons I learned the summer I lived in Creswell Springs with the Angel's Halo MC. They taught me about responsibility and respect—not just for others, but, more importantly, for myself. I liked to think I came home a better person. Someone who wasn't just pretty on the outside anymore. And then I met Zak. Golden eyes. Chiseled jaw. That deep, gravelly voice mixed with a slight Russian accent that did something to me no man ever had before.

Matt: "When I lost Rory, I lost everything. Her father ripped her away from me, and I didn't see her again for three long years." Rory: My heart stopped the second I heard about the explosion, and it didn't beat again until I knew Matt was safe. But even as my prayers were answered, my heart hurt for him. While I couldn't stop Matt's pain at losing Tanner, maybe I could stop my father from destroying the MC.

We belonged to each other. Now and always. He slid that promise ring on my finger and made me his for the first time. But we had to keep it a secret from our fathers. Because mine would murder him, and his would help bury the body if they found out. Now, we don't have to keep the secret any longer. We just have to tell the dads . . . Unfortunately, that isn't our only obstacle.

From the moment I set eyes on that brown eyed, little Italian rock goddess I knew she was meant for me. But my life was too messed up to give her what she needed. So I pushed her away - right into the arms of my band's front man - only to regret it the second I saw them together. The moment they were over I tried to clean up my act and chased after that girl until she was mine. But like always, I let my demons screw with my head and went looking for my next fix.

Vengeance was something I'd been waiting all my life to deliver. It would be sweet and worth every risk I'd taken to get to this point. I was moments away from pulling the trigger, taking the life of the man who'd cost my father his....And then she was dragged into the room, struggling and fighting for freedom. The moment I set eyes on Tavia, everything changed. Those darker than espresso eyes were full of fear, her mouth so ripe that had once begged me to devour it trembling in fright. She looked up at me through a curtain of thick, long lashes and gasped.

The beautiful, ethereal creature ran across the road on my way home one night. I nearly hit her and ended up wiping out in the process. A little dazed, I ran after her . . . And found her in the woods. Dirty and cold from living on the streets for weeks—but still so breathtaking, I was sure I was dreaming her. Delaney is deaf, scared, and on the run from her uncle. But now that I've found her, I won't let anything hurt her ever again.

The marines took me from a Tennessee farm as a boy and turned me into a hard man. Between the things I'd seen during my tour of duty and the things I'd done during my years as a member of OtherWorld, nothing could faze me - nothing except for her.

Anya Volkov was everything I wanted and nothing I could have. I was never supposed to love her. My future has been set in stone since birth, down to who I am expected to marry. With our inner circle now compromised from my bastard of an uncle, it looked like my future had arrived earlier than expected. Cristiano Vitucci walked away from me without a backwards glance, deciding power was more important than me. I accepted that and moved on. Now he was back, ready to take over for his sick father, and no longer someone else’s husband. He says he wants me back.

Touring with four rockers is the thing of dreams - at least that is what people tell me. To me, those four rockers are my family. They have watched over me from the time I was five years old, protecting me from my mother and her drunken, drug-addicted rages. When they made it big, they still watched over me. And when my monster of a mother died, they took over as my guardians.

They call me the rocker’s princess, some even call me the dance prodigy, but none of them knows the real Mia Armstrong. Now that dancing is no longer my future, I don’t know either. All I want is the opportunity to find out, to have some time to try being just a little normal. I fought for the chance to go to college on my own. Without the guards overshadowing my shot at a real college experience. My goal was to get my degree and start my own dance school. Barrick wasn’t part of that goal, but suddenly, he was everywhere - and I was so damn tempted.

“Protect her.” Those two words echoed through my head at least a hundred times a day. I would keep the promises I made and protect Allegra from every possible danger that could come her way. Even if the biggest danger was her own father.

“Even before you were born, we belonged to each other, Vi,” I reminded her, trying to fight the desperation to grab on to her and hold her, because I could feel her slipping away from me more and more with each beat of my heart. “You were in your mom’s belly, but I still felt you in my heart. It was as if there was this invisible cord connecting your heart to mine. I can’t see it, but I feel it. Every damn day. You are mine.”

I wanted her from the instant I set eyes on her. I waited, bided my time, and when she was ripe for the taking, I stole a single weekend with her. Then, in the blink of an eye, tragedy tore us apart. He was mine.... From the first time I saw him, I knew he would be my downfall. I craved him, wanted him with a need that should have terrified me. He didn't steal anything from me. I gave it - and my heart - to him freely. But we weren't the only ones with a secret. Secrets tore us part, and now, they would force us back to the scene of that infamous tragedy.

Secrets...dirty ones. He was mine...there was a time.... Or so I thought. Instead, I was simply his dirty little secret. He couldn't, no, wouldn't, risk telling his best friend - my brother - about us. So, I kept quiet. Blinded by love and bound by my own desires, I allowed it all. I didn't tell a single soul about my time with Sawyer, not my brother, not my closest friends. Not then, and especially not now. How can I? My best friend is his ex-wife. The past is the past. I'm over him. I refuse to still love him.

My best friend’s baby sister was the thing wet dreams were made of. Killer body, sexy personality, and the ability to win my daughter over with that disarming smile of hers....

How do you say no when your roommate wins an all-inclusive rock experience and begs you to go along? You don’t. Ever. But Amara was starting to see that maybe she should have. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, has. Until I run right into what feels like a brick wall. Of course, the brick wall has a name, too. Cash Graves. I knew the name, even if it was a newer one to the rock world. He’s the bassist for Tainted Knights, the band who was making huge splashes in the music world. Their newest hit was all over the radio and currently on repeat on my playlist…and I just spit my margarita all over him.

All it took was one look, one kiss. The promises he made - I should have known better. He was a rock star and I had no time for a guy like him in my life. I fell anyway. I believed his promises. Held onto them and waited. But the thing about rockers is that their private lives are never truly private. Seeing him on the cover of a national tabloid shouldn't have surprised me. Seeing him with two women all over him? That nearly broke me. Now the memory of that first magical kiss was tainted.