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I was supposed to disappear. Slip into a forgettable little town, stitch myself back together, and never trust a man again. I had a plan, a fake name, and a bruised heart too raw to feel anything. Then Colt Mercer looked at me from across the bar, and every single plan I ever made went up in smoke. He is everything I should run from. Tattooed, dangerous, and commanding, Colt is the President of the Iron Vow Motorcycle Club and, by day, one of the most powerful billionaires in the country. He built his empire from nothing and buried anyone who tried to take it. He does not ask. He does not negotiate. He claims. And the moment I walked into his bar, he claimed me. But I am hiding a secret that could destroy us both, and the man who broke me in the first place has sent someone to bring me back dead or alive. Colt says he will burn the world before he lets anyone touch me. The problem is, I am starting to believe him. Because falling for an outlaw king was never supposed to feel this much like coming home.

I gave Dante Valenti eight years of my life. When I got pregnant by accident, he called off our wedding the night before the ceremony. I rushed to the hotel and found the venue I had spent months decorating transformed into a baptism reception for his illegitimate son. Liliana Moretti wore the reception dress I had chosen. The old Don put a gold chain on her baby and acknowledged him as the heir. Dante had already registered his marriage to her. That day, I made three decisions. I terminated the pregnancy. I booked a one-way ticket out of the country. I swore I would never look back. Months later, he showed up at my door on his knees with a ring. I burned my 800-thousand-dollar wedding gown right in front of him. In the end, he tried to atone with his own death.

My wife forces my sister to accompany some men for drinks so she can help her first love get investments. My sister finds an opportunity to run but gets harassed by other drunken men. As she tries to break free, she has a heart attack, and she dies. I'm devastated as I handle her funeral alone. That's when my wife calls and snaps, "Tell your sister to apologize to Claude! Do you know how much trouble she's caused for him?" I don't know how much trouble he's in. All I know is that one must pay the price for the things they've done.

Emily Parker has lived her entire life in the shadow of Marcus Kane — the man who stole her mother, tortured her, and claimed her as his own. Escaping him cost her everything. Surviving him left scars too deep to count. When fate ties her to Rhett Maddox, ruthless president of the Vipers MC, Emily finds something she thought she'd lost forever: safety. Love. A chance at a family. But safety is a fragile thing, and Marcus Kane has returned to take back what he believes is his. As war ignites between the Serpents and the Vipers, Emily is forced to confront every nightmare she's tried to bury. Rhett will bleed to protect her. Ghost — the Vipers' most haunted enforcer — will uncover truths that change everything Emily thought she knew about her past. And when the dust clears, Emily will stand face-to-face with Marcus Kane one last time. But vengeance is never simple. It costs blood, brothers, and more than Emily ever thought she had left to give. This is a story of survival and scars. Of love found in the ashes. Of family forged in fire. And of one woman who refuses to belong to anyone but herself. By the time the final bullet falls, Emily Parker will no longer be the girl Marcus Kane broke. She'll be the woman who ends him.

Banished. Broken. Betrayed. Selene Virellian was cast out of her pack carrying the child of an enemy—left to freeze beneath the stars with nothing but her shame. But the wildlands didn’t claim her. The Ashfang did. Now, among rogues and outcasts, Selene is forged into something stronger. Something dangerous. And when the enemy Alpha comes for her, he won’t find the frightened girl he once touched—he’ll face the Queen of the Forsaken.

Everyone in the Titanus region would have heard the older generation tell them this—during sky burials, the vultures wouldn't eat the corpses of people who'd committed heinous crimes. My husband is the sky burial practitioner who buries me. The vultures circle my corpse in the air above the burial site, but they don't prey on me. My husband frowns at the sight. "It looks like this person must have committed crimes when alive. They deserve this." Suddenly, I remembered him pointing at me, his eyes ablaze with flames of rage as he shouted, "Nancy wouldn't have lost her baby if not for you! Someone like you doesn't even deserve to get a sky burial!" It looks like his words are coming true. But later, he falls to his knees before my grave and weeps. He begs me to forgive him.