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Ash is a prison guard. She's tough, she's strong, and she never backs away from a fight. She takes her job seriously, she takes her training seriously, and everything in her life goes as planned...until the day he is brought into the prison. She'll never forget meeting Beau "Krypt" Dawson for the first time. He's a member of the Jokers' Wrath Motorcycle Club, and it is said he killed an innocent family in the middle of a cafe, in cold blood.

Spike knows tragedy, and he knows that feelings are better left hidden. He refuses to put his heart out there again, it's a pain he's not willing to feel a second time around. He's accepted he's going to spend forever alone. That's all he deserves.

What can I say about Reign Braxton? King of sex. Jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. Gorgeous. Those are the first thoughts that come to mind when describing the sex extraordinaire that is my new boss. Six months ago, I would have melted to my knees at the very sight of him. Golden eyes, tall, broad, ripped beyond ripped, messy black hair, and a smile to die for. He could flick your panties off and have them running for cover with a mere glance in your direction. He’s also an asshole. Like, a mega asshole. Not just your average prick - no, Reign takes prick to a whole new level.

One accident changed my life. One single second changed everything. In that terrifying moment, everything I knew was gone. Now music is the only thing that keeps me holding on. It’s the only escape I allow into my life - the only one I let seep through my hungry veins. When the opportunity arises for me to tour with country-music star Scarlett Belle, I take it. It’s an escape, a chance. But it isn’t enough to lift the shadows of my past. And when I meet him, dangerous and different, I can’t turn away. He’s forbidden - the president of a Motorcycle Club.

In the darkness is where I first met him, alone at a water fountain, tears rolling down my cheeks, ready to give up. From the shadows, his voice came to me, soothing, comforting, rough as the blackest night. I didn’t see him. I don’t even know his name. All I know is he saved me that night. He put my back on my feet. And he’s kept me on them. Every time I’ve needed him, he’s found a way to come to me, my stranger of the night, my dark warrior. My name is Scarlett. You probably know me. I’m America’s number-one country-music star.