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Taima, a.k.a. Tai, is the last person people come to for help. He’s the fuck up...the bad boy...the guy that only looks out for himself. Which couldn’t be further from the truth. He’s fought hard to become the man he is today. He’s a hero in the public’s eye. A firefighter that the young all the way to the old turn to for help at the lowest point in their lives. What people don’t know, though, is that he’s no hero. He’s the reason his sister is dead, and he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to right that wrong.

Get out! He yelled those words at the love of his life 12 years ago, and to this day, Reed Hail regrets them. He's always been the type of person to speak before he thinks, and apologies have never come easy. It's been over a decade since she was his, and he stubbornly thinks that he can keep on living without her. He couldn't be more wrong. The last thing he needs is her vagina anywhere near his exam table. But nobody ever asks him what he wants. Maybe he should've gone into the auto-recovery business after all.

F--k me for choosing the wrong sister. Atlas Carter was a protector. He was a police officer, had spent years in the Air Force, spent his entire teen years as a volunteer firefighter. Being a protector was in his blood. It was his dream. So when a woman was in a dangerous situation, it was his every instinct to protect her. To shield her. To watch over her. Only, that woman had played him. She’d set him up.

Casten Red, the unofficial enforcer of The Uncertain Saints MC, wasn't necessarily trying to urge her into doing anything illegal, and he definitely wasn't trying to get her into a fight with a group of men who were all twice her size. No, he only intended to give her the confidence to stand up for herself, just a little nudge in the right direction. How the hell was he supposed to know she'd go all Chuck Norris on them and put three of them in the hospital with concussions?

You want some? She snarls those words at him with barely concealed hostility the moment he arrives at her window to ask for her license and registration. After a few choice words, he lets her go with not one ticket, but three. Fast forward a week, and he’s still unable to think about anything else but her and her bad attitude - oh, and those sexy lips, angry eyes, and her promise to make his life hell. What he doesn’t expect is to fall for her.

Well, technically speaking, maybe not. But the ones that haunt a man's soul? Those are very real. So real, in fact, that there are times when Castiel would rather silence them forever in the worst way possible than to go on living with them haunting his every step. All it took was one single second in time for his attention to drift, and everything changed. Life as he once knew it, is over. Now he's struggling to make sense of the pieces that are left, and he's fairly sure at least half of them are missing.

Coke Solomon has lived a full life. He’s a retired army drill sergeant, so he is more than used to getting his way. And if he can’t have it his way? Well, let’s just say that’s never happened before... At least not until Cora Maldonado walks into his life, demanding he fall in line, or she’ll find a way to make his life hell. It doesn’t matter that she’s younger than him, and has a father that would rather see him dead than have his baby girl anywhere near him. Nor does it matter that his ex-wife is highly offended that she’s been replaced with a much younger woman.

Usually when you find out you have a stalker, you don’t fall in love with him. But Banger Olivia Crest isn’t your normal, run-of-the-mill, everyday girl. Banger is a truck driver who just so happens to know how to sling drinks in her spare time. She’s had a bad hand dealt to her time after time, and the last thing that she wants is to go all in. At least, that’s until she meets the geeky biker with his shy looks and his surprisingly awesome fighting skills.

Gabriel Luca Maldonado, III and Francesca Leandra Solomon were meant to be. They were so in love that everybody prayed for what they had. Everything was glorious. They would get married, have children and live a perfect life. She would be a doctor in the emergency room once she finished her doctorate, and he would be a badass Navy SEAL and save people for a living. But then Luca is deployed across the world, and per military regulations, Frankie isn’t allowed to follow.

The first time I saw her was across the room at a bar. I had no idea at the time that she was only 16. All I knew was that she was beautiful, she was sending me do-me vibes from across the room, and I was fresh off a deployment where there’d been nobody but men for nine of the longest months of my life. The second time that I saw her was at a court hearing that would decide how long I’d be sent to prison for. She was a cute, little curly-haired blonde with wide, expressive eyes, a banging body, and the reason that I’d gone to prison in the first place.

Mavis always assumed that she would be in a hospital with the good drugs when her time came. Not in the middle of the road, with no one around but the damn town mechanic that hated her. But there she was, having a rock star’s baby, with no one to rely on but the one that let it be known around every turn that she was a horrible person. From the time that she met Murphy and became best friends with him at the age of eight, she knew he was destined for greatness.

Darby has always been "that" guy. The guy that no man, woman, or child wants around their loved one. See, a long time ago he made some bad decisions. Those bad decisions have haunted him ever since. No matter what he does, people still see him as the town’s screw up. The boy that sold his soul to the Devil. Enter Waylynn Jennings. Waylynn has watched Darby Valentine from afar for a very long time. She’s witnessed the changes in him and knows the only reason he’s so mean is to protect the man that lies within.

July Dupree and Dean ‘PD’ Hargrove fell head over heels in love. When PD comes home to tell July the good news about joining the SWAT team as a tactical medic, everything changes. July can’t fathom why PD would want to be a cop in this day and age. Wasn’t it enough that he already had a dangerous job with the fire department? Now he has to add another, even more dangerous, job to the equation? But when he refuses to listen to her reasoning, she feels she has no other choice but to issue an ultimatum: Her or the SWAT team.

He should’ve never left his house. He should’ve stayed at home. He has a legitimate excuse - he’s running a fever and he’s fairly sure he’s developing pneumonia. He should have called in sick...but he doesn’t. He goes to work, because his team is relying on him. Needless to say, when Samuel Adams walks into the pharmacy hours later, he only has one thing on his mind. Ibuprofen. Sadly, he never gets to the Ibuprofen. Mostly because before he gets there, he finds a junkie waving a gun around threatening to kill anybody that moves.

Candy Ray Sunshine - Yes, that is my real name, thank you very much, Mom and Dad - knew two things. One, she was going to work her butt off and open her very own coffee shop, even if she had to die doing it. Two, Banks Valentine was the world’s worst ex-boyfriend in the history of ex-boyfriends. Even if they were only boyfriend and girlfriend for one evening. She wouldn’t sneeze on him even if he was on fire. Then again, neither one of them expected that night to end the way it did, either - the night that both of them refused to talk about the next morning.

Cleo's a pararescueman for the US Air Force. When a PJ is called, it's because everyone else has said no. It's one of the most dangerous jobs in the entire military but also one of the most rewarding. It's the reason he doesn't form relationships. He's seen his teammates divorce one by one, and he doesn't want to do that to a woman. Especially one that he's supposed to love. However, nowhere in his grand scheme did he plan for the force that was Rue.

Ares saw him for the first time at a Kilgore Police Department benefit dinner. She’d gone with her dad as his plus one. Hayes Greer had gone by himself and brooded silently across the same table as her, drinking whiskey and not saying a word. It only took that one time for her to become interested. The next time she saw him, he was doing another benefit - but this one requiring a whole lot fewer clothes. And that was when she knew. She wanted him. Badly. But the morose Hayes was too busy thinking about his sins to see what was right in front of his face - Ares.

Going from a professional baseball player to a SWAT officer should’ve been seamless. Should have been. But it wasn’t. All it took was one single calendar shoot for word to spread that Nathan Cox was not only no longer playing professional baseball, but he was also the man behind saving the life of Reggie Morton, the city of Kilgore’s princess. Reggie didn’t know that by agreeing to provide the expertise and the know-how for the Police Officer’s Ball that she would be required to actually attend the function.

Lachlan Downy was a lover, not a fighter. Okay, he wouldn't lie, he was a fighter, too. But nobody had to know that. Especially not Memphis Tennessee Conner and her stuffy attitude when it came to cops and "men like him". Memphis knew cops. Her daddy was a cop. He was also the president of a motorcycle club. Needless to say, he's about as alpha as they come, and she's tired of overbearing men who think they know how to run her life better than she does.

Miller Spurlock might seem like a laid back man on the outside, but piss him off, or violate his trust, and he'll show you the meaning of pain. He was a Navy SEAL. He could kill a man a hundred different ways and not break a sweat. He's also a police officer and member of the SWAT team, which means he has the knowledge and skills to get away with it. Rage boils in his gut when he witnesses what happens to the beautiful Mercy Shepherd during a SWAT op from hell. Miller becomes the one shining beacon of light at the bottom of Mercy's pit of despair.