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Prison is no joke. The food sucks, my roommate snores, and the only thing I have to look forward to is Monroe. My lawyer can look at my briefs anytime. She's smart, beautiful, and the only way I'm getting out of this hellhole. I didn't kill Blaze, but when you're a Dead Soul MC member, no one cares about the truth. And maybe that's for the best, because no one can know about Canyon. Monroe is not just getting me out of jail. She's also getting into my heart.

I can look, but I can’t touch. As the enforcer of The Lost Boys MC, I am used to getting my hands dirty. I’ve always kept my emotions in check. It helps given the position I am in. When I was tasked with watching over our President’s sister, I was ready for it. What I wasn’t ready for, is how that beauty would pull at my heart. I’ve known Ella for years.

As a sniper in the military, I shot on sight. But now, the only thing I have eyes for is Brooklyn, the new bartender at PJ's. Her curvy hips, those pouty lips; I want to touch every inch of her skin. I'll bend her over my bike and show her how a Bad Disciple really rides. But Brooklyn is hiding something - a secret that could rip us and the club apart. I killed her brother overseas. And now it haunts me in our streets. I’ll convince Brooklyn to stay with me. I never miss a target, and this time the bullseye is her heart.

Being locked up pisses me off. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. I'm f--king good at those. But Brigid is...different. And tough as hell. I like her Irish whiskey, and the way her lips feel on my...skin. She's got secrets. Hell, we all do. That's what the MC is about. Hers might get us all killed. Just another day at the office.

She lied to me. The minute I see Gavin for the first time, I know he is mine. Piper told him his daddy was in jail. I should be angry with her. But with that stethoscope draped around her neck, I know she's not as bad as I want her to be. She was just trying to protect him. From my life, my club, and the bastards that are trying to kill us.

She had my kid and didn't f--king tell me. After years of being overseas, things have gotten complicated. I tried to protect Lexi. From the harm, the drama. So I cut contact. To keep her safe. But now she's an EMT and fixing up my enemies. All while raising my daughter.

I can't stand her. But that doesn't mean I won't sleep with her. Chloe is smart, determined, and could out-hack me any day. I'll never tell her that though. Because she's also cocky and a sellout. And hot. One night locked up with her is all I need to decide...I want to hack my way into her heart.

I'm a hunter; I shoot to kill. That's what the military taught me, and now I protect my brothers in the Bad Disciples MC. But when I meet Kylie, a physical therapist at the VA, I don't need protection. Ever. Her beautiful body curves in every direction; she knows how to stretch herself to meet my needs. Kylie has her own demons though: an ex with a tendency for hitting women. And there is no way in hell I'm gonna let that motherf--ker put his hands on her again. Or her son Carter. I'll protect them both with my life. Because they're my family now.

No one tells me what to do. Except for maybe Dean, the president of the Black Hornets. I need their help in order to defeat the Black Saddles once and for all. But I know their help is going to come at a cost. I don't expect the price to be a pretty little thing named Brynn. His daughter. Who I thought was dead. Being in one MC is bad enough. But being a son-in-law to another MC's president is going to be hell on earth.

A bullet to the shoulder. That's all it took to take me down. I thought I was f--king tougher than that. But one look at Ruby, and I realize I'm not tough at all. She makes the whole room spin, or is that the blood loss? With those lips, and the curve of her hips, I can't think straight. Damn the Banderas Cartel. I'll get revenge on them. One day. Especially once they go after Ruby. Oh f--k no. Give me a bike. And a vest. I'll protect my family to the death.

These lawyers can go screw themselves. If they think I'm going to let Everly go into witness protection, they've got another thing coming. They're right that she is in danger, but I can keep her safe. So she will move in with me. At first, it seems simple, but as the lies unravel, I realize that Everly might be the only good thing in all of this. She's pure, innocent, and everything I'm not. But for her, I would change. Be the man she needs me to be. Forever.

I thought kids were annoying. But after I meet Ana, the MILF next door's daughter, I change my mind. She has the same sense of humor that I do. She's a cool person, just on a smaller scale. And hanging out with her means more time with her mom. Makenna is easy on the eyes, but would be better on my bike. Getting close to me is a risk. But I would lay down my life for them. Take a bullet. Girls like battle scars, right?

There’s no one left to trust. Our contacts turned. The gang we trusted, now works with the cop who betrayed us. The club is at risk like never before. And I would do anything to protect them all. So, when an innocent and gorgeous girl storms into my life, she throws everything off course. All I want is her long legs wrapped around my waist. Freya is determined to search for her half-sister, but things got complicated. The only clue she has to find her sister is a picture - of Hayley. I don’t know who to trust. Only, Freya keeps pulling me back in.

I always get what I want. Until now. The club has been infiltrated. There’s a cop who knows too much. And it’s my job as president to clean up this sh-t. I can’t afford any distractions. But when Hayley slams into my bike, she’s all I think about. Her thick curves make me want to take her for a ride. She quickly becomes the stress relief that I need. However, the closer we get, the more questions about the club she has.

I can look, but I can’t touch. As the enforcer of The Lost Boys MC, I am used to getting my hands dirty. I’ve always kept my emotions in check. It helps given the position I am in. When I was tasked with watching over our president’s sister, I was ready for it. What I wasn’t ready for, is how that beauty would pull at my heart. I’ve known Ella for years. After a horrible breakup with her ex, all I wanted to do was protect her. But now, all I want is to bend her over and make her mine.

They call me Girth for a reason. I’m a damn giant. The muscle in the MC. It’s why I get sent out on loan when some of our brothers down South need some help. And by help, I mean crush some guys' skulls. That’s what the Marked Skulls are good at. Name fits, right? But when I get there, I’m tasked with protecting the President’s daughter, Lila. She’s petite and gorgeous, and all I can do is look. The Pres made it clear; I can’t touch. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? Until he finds out.

Never touch another club member's sister. It's one rule in the MC I'll never understand. That means Gemma is off limits. Too bad I don't listen to rules very well. I'll make Gemma see that she's the only woman for me. On my bike, in the clubhouse. She'll be mine. The Devil Saints are on our heels though, so I won't get to take my sweet time with her. And that's all I want to do. If I have to kill somebody to be with her, so be it. Those bastards have no idea what it really means to be the devil. I'll show them.

She was supposed to be mine forever. But the night our fathers were killed, Sydney decided this life wasn't for her. So she ran. She left me, and our club behind. I never expected to see her on my doorstep six years later. With our child. She looks different, but she's still as beautiful as ever. Those hips, her sultry smile, I can't get over her. But she didn't leave the life, and she's got a DEA agent on her tail.

I'm no prisoner. And I'm no coward. I won't stay locked away at the clubhouse hiding from those *ssholes, The Devil Saints. So I go to a bar, away from my brothers. I need a break from all the chaos. Until drama walks right through the door. Laiken. The one who got away. Or I pushed away, I can barely remember. She's looking fine in that police uniform. I wonder if she'd let me use those cuffs on her. But we can't be together. A patched member and a cop? No. But you know what they say. The heart wants what it can't have.

I have a job to do, for my club. To get information on the indictment of our rivals, the Devil's Saints. I’m going to find out how to put away those *ssholes for good. The club didn’t give me the nickname Fox for my good looks. The mission changes when I meet Harlow Carmichael. Getting involved with her is a bad idea, but I can’t get my mind off her lips, or those curves. I don’t care if she’s the daughter of the man working for the enemy. When her life is threatened, I have to decide who to save. Her or my club.