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I grew up in Hell’s Ankhor, and even though I’m 25, they all still see me as Ankh and Priest’s kid. Especially Gunnar. The Sargent has known me for years and watched me grow up. I would give anything to have him see me as the man I’ve become, instead of the scrawny boy I used to be, but it’s never going to happen. I need to face the fact that Gunnar will never be mine, but when a devastating revelation sweeps through the club and cuts me to the core, he’s the one I turn to.

Sure, I can make my MC brothers laugh, but I’m not good for much else. Muscle? Sure. Smarts? Not so much. At least Brennan knows I’m one hot mother.... Well.... You know. No one ever wants me for more than a roll in the sheets. No one except Brennan. Will he still want me when he realizes how messed up I am?

Friends and brothers are off-limits. That’s always been the rule in our house. In a big family, it’s the only way to keep the peace. That doesn’t stop my heart from belonging to Nico, my older brother’s best friend. I’ve been able to put aside my feelings for years, but now that I’m an intern at the law firm he owns, all those feelings are threatening to overflow.

If my father finds out I’m an undercover cop, I’m a dead man. And if he finds out I’m gay, it won’t be much better. But I’m determined to take him and his corrupt MC down, even if it means working with Coop to do it. He can’t stand me - or any cop - and the feeling should be mutual. Instead, he makes me wish for things I can’t have. I’ve been undercover for so long that I’m beginning to forget who the real me is. It doesn’t matter if being around Coop helps me remember.

Prison changed me, mostly for the better, but it could never erase my love for Tex. Growing up together in foster care he was my one constant, and I hate all the ways I’ve let him down. Now that I’m free my biggest wish is to settle back into our friendship and life in our MC. I know I’ll never have anything more. But the glances Tex keeps shooting me are enough to make me question...is my brother looking at me differently?

Blade has a motorcycle club to run, and he doesn’t need a turf war on his hands. When a beautiful young man with haunted eyes walks into his bar, Blade’s protective instincts roar to the surface. The kid clearly isn’t made for MC life, but once Blade has had a taste, he can’t let go.

On the run with my baby daughter, I never expected to end up surrounded by massive bikers. I’ve seen the violence that gangs can do, and I’m not sure a motorcycle club is any different. But Maverick might be able to change my mind about Hell’s Ankhor. When I show up on his doorstep with a busted car and a baby in my arms, he doesn’t hesitate to take us in. And from the moment I see him, I know I want more.

Messy Ink is an m/m romance that gives you steamy second chances, a bad boy tattoo artist learning he’s worthy of love, the doctor who’s ready to mend his heart, and tons of gorgeous ink all wrapped up and ready for reality TV.

I’ve never wanted a guy before. Yet I can’t keep my mind off Dawson. The guy is bad news and headed for the bottom of a bottle as fast as he can. Too bad that’s a problem I can relate to. The only woman I ever loved led me down a dark path of addiction. I’ve been in recovery for years now. I won’t be someone’s fix.

Was it wrong to tell Beau’s mother he’s my boyfriend? Yes. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. The smokin’-hot fireman isn’t exactly in the closet, but he’s been keeping things quiet for years. I don’t do quiet. All the guys in Hell’s Ankhor know I have to be true to myself. That’s why they call me Tru. Beau and I are nothing alike. Doesn’t matter. The attraction between me and the fire chief is hot enough to burn. But there’s danger in town, too much for us to get hung up on each other. Yeah, too late for that.

I’ve been in love with my best friend, Eli, forever, and I was all set to confess my feelings...until he showed up at my birthday party with someone else. I would have died on the spot if Rome hadn’t pulled me close, kissed me, and told everyone we’d secretly been dating for months. Except we’re not boyfriends. And until that night we’d never even kissed. When my family finds out about our supposed relationship, we have to play along. So how can we make this fake relationship real? And how do we make it last forever?

I’m old enough to know better than to get hung up on a 20-year-old twink, but he’s just my type. Problem is, he’s scared of bigger, burlier guys. He needs guidance and protection, the kind I crave giving my subs. I’d never hurt him, but how can I convince him of that? Heath is as prickly as they come. For some reason, he can’t believe I want him in my bed. I want to teach him everything. I want him to be mine.

He’s all sharp edges and ready to cut. Aiden has walls up a mile high and won’t let anyone in. It’s frustrating. And challenging. When we’re paired up to solve a case for our criminal investigation class, it’s the perfect time to get closer. The project turns hot when one kiss leads to another. And then to more. I’m ready for something special, something permanent. Not Aiden. He’s new to relationships and the complications they bring. When our ambitions clash, it’s my emotions that are in a jumble. We both want into the FBI. Can I handle it if only one of us makes it?

I had no trouble saying no to Channing when he left for college two years ago. I’m two-and-a-half decades older than him, and he was just a kid. But he’s all man now, and it’s hard to stay away. Especially when he takes a job at my tattoo shop for the summer. He’s got his whole life ahead of him. I can’t let him waste it on me.

When Mateo saw my last relationship implode, he was there to help. He saved me. Hopefully, self-defense lessons will keep me from getting hit again. I can’t ask for more of my friend. Even dreaming of keeping him is wrong. But when my ex makes things difficult, Mateo steps up again. I don’t want a protector, but maybe, it’s time to accept a little help. For the first time in my life, I want something real.

He’s smug, conceited...and hot as hell.... Becoming a partner at Caldwell and Holton will be the crowning achievement in my hard fought career. There’s just one problem. One arrogant, materialistic, flashy problem: Saint Caldwell. Unlike me, he’s never had to struggle for anything a day in his life...or so I think. But there’s more to the man than a showy Porsche and killer smile. I’ve spent my whole life working towards this moment, and I can’t let myself fall for his good looks, no matter how much I crave him.

Jun’s been a thorn in my side for years. Its only gotten worse since we’re both going after the same promotion. Being in the same room with him makes my heart pound. It’s anger. I can’t let it be anything else. My family expects me to be the best. I have to earn this promotion and prove that belong on top. But when I catch Jun staring at me with heat in his eyes, medicine is the last thing on my mind.

I don’t want a serious relationship, and certainly not with the single dad next door. But one look at Gordo? I’m smitten. Even though I might be a tough looking tattoo artist, I know that the ink does a lot to hide my own insecurities. It doesn’t matter how much Gordo seems to like me - I can’t bring myself to make a move.

I’m not going to let him hurt me again.... Once upon a time Shayne and I were a thing...a secret thing. Seven years later we’re still the only ones that know. And it all when up in flames when Shayne decided I was good enough to have behind closed doors, but not good enough to be on his arm. His hurtful words and actions tore me apart and ruined my self-confidence for years. I’m not the type to hold grudges, but I can’t forgive him. No matter how much it seems like he’s changed.

Sleeping with the boss has never been so sweet.... I’ve never really been in love before, and I never thought I’d start now. But ever since beginning work at Lakeshore Dental, I can’t get Kane out of my mind. We had one wild night of passion...and now he says we can’t be anything more than a one time hookup. He thinks I’m a brat, too spoiled and too young. Obviously, I disagree - and despite what Kane says, his eyes on my body are telling a different story. If we do this, we have to be discreet. Secret.