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Cristian Bianco has two things against him - he's a police officer and he's a police officer in the 18th District…meaning my dad is his boss. Growing up as the Commander's daughter and having his magnifying glass focused on everything I did was more than I could handle.

Luca Bianco is a jerk. There I said it. Men like Luca are good for one thing only - a one-night stand - not commitment. I don’t care if my friend did pay good money at a charity bachelor auction for me to go on a date with him, I refuse to do it. That is until Luca offers me a deal I can’t refuse, and I agree to be his pretend fiancé. The heat that’s simmered between us for a decade ignites and I’m not sure even Luca will be able to kickstart my heart after I call code blue.

When my best friends dragged me to a first responders bachelor auction, I expected drinks, laughs, and some much-needed girl time. I didn’t expect them to bid on a date—for me—with Mauro Bianco. The former quarterback was my high school crush back when I was invisible. The girl no one ever looked at twice. Now, Mauro’s a firefighter with a body that could stop traffic, and a smile that’s just as devastating as I remember. One date. That’s all I’m committed to. A few hours and I can tuck him back into that tattered old shoebox in my closet.

New Year's is the time for new beginnings. I thought I'd gotten that when I visited Texas over Thanksgiving. Then again, very little has changed. I'm still a librarian living in the same house. My daughters are growing up fast. Sure, I've acquired a new best friend who's convinced me it's time to give dating a fair shot. That isn't exactly easy when I'm pregnant with an asshole's baby. But I'm ready to take the plunge into uncharted waters to build a happier life...until a bomb comes along and tests my strength like never before. Nobody f--ks with my family and gets away with it.

You might not know me. I’m the baby of the Rawlings family, the princess, the daughter who came along later. I’m not like my older siblings, successful at everything they touch. My mother and father have provided me with every luxury as well as their unyielding love and support, but I’m not spoiled. I’m also not content. By example, my parents have shown me how love should be. I don’t know their past, and that doesn’t matter. I know what I’ve seen—two people devoted to one another.

A thief and a girl. What is true love worth? Thousands...millions? More?

My one-night stand is my new boss. I met him at the society wedding of the year; he's the man every woman in New York wants. He's rich. Devastatingly good looking. Charming. Mr. I-Could-Blow-Your-Mind. And yes, he did blow my mind. It was just supposed to be one night. I told him I don't date. But now he wants to make me his. How will I resist all those suits and the muscles they hide? How will I survive the unexpected dinner parties and work trips? How will I ignore the scorching chemistry between us? I can’t give my heart away again. Spoiler alert: I'm failing.

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.

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 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.

Brynn of Haversey is a spirit whisperer - a person blessed with the ability to see and speak to the dead. In the country of Amerin, she's one of a select few with magical gifts known as whisperers. Every year, the Royal College accepts a small number of new students, all magically inclined, all whisperers. Competition is brutal and the classes, nearly impossible to pass for a half-breed angel with two left feet and a massive pair of black feathered wings.

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.

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.

Once upon a time, I stupidly believed if I could make Elder fall for me, everything would be perfect. Now, I'm missing, and he's hunting, and everything is far from our happily ever after. He gave me his heart, and I gave him my promise, but true love isn't sacred to others. War is coming, disaster is brewing, and I'm not going down without a fight. Elder is mine. I am his. And no one can keep us apart.

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 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...

Though Raptor and Sage (Cookie) got their HFN, you all knew there had to be more. The conclusion to their story is here! Sage and I finally got out happily ever after—or happily for now. Because there are things left unresolved. A killer is still on the loose and we both have demons lurking. Secrets and insecurities that are closing in whether we like it or not. Now, someone is toying with us and threatening to break up our newfound happiness. Not happening. I will pull out all the stops, because I meant what I said…. No one messes with what’s mine without me getting revenge.

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.

Two years. Since my life changed for the second time and not necessarily for the better. Two years since I traded prison bars for streets and hunted a runaway who I'd met in an alley. Two days. Since I forgot how to lie, woke to fists, and chased after the girl who'd been stolen from me. Two hours. To save her, rescue her, keep my lies intact. She looks at me full of hate. I look at her full of confession. Two minutes. For our relationship to switch from mutual dislike to floundering with unknowns. I've hurt her. Now, she's hurt me. I guess we're even.

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.