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Ghost [gohst] noun: the soul of a dead person, a disembodied, vague, shadowy spirit wandering among or haunting living persons; a mere shadow or semblance; a trace. That noun sums up Ghost and what his life has become with painful precision. He is barely living, merely existing but never thriving. There wasn't much that could pull him from the darkness he willingly inhabits... except one thing. Her. She is the reason he's done what he's done, and his life has become what it has become. 

No take-backs. That was the motto that Drew lived by in all things, including his love life. He’s a player, pure and simple. He’s learned the hard way that women aren’t all hearts and flowers. Sometimes their sexy bodies and beautiful faces are just a pretty shield to hide the crazy, and he’s so freakin’ over crazy. For the first time in a year, he’s thinking about his life, and how it would be a lot more enjoyable with a woman like Aspen at his side. Maybe crazy isn’t so bad after all.

Rhys Rivera is the star short-stop for the Longview Lumberjacks. Many know him, even more love him. He has a pretty face, a quick smile, and an air of danger about him that everyone seems to adore. He's not known as the bad boy of baseball for nothing. It all started with his father, who decided to be a criminal mob boss, then died. Fortunately for his uncle, Rhys wants absolutely nothing to do with the family business and runs before anyone can figure out which way is up.  

Nash Wilder Christopherson was the world’s golden boy. For fifteen years, she watched Nash race from the safety of her phone. Every single race, PR event, ESPN interview—she was there for it. He was the one thing that kept her sane while having to live the life her father forced her to. That was all he’d ever be to her, though. A face on the other side of the screen.

Linc has two very important things on his mind - professional football and his motorcycle club. What he does not have on his mind is the woman who drives him crazy and makes him want to do stupid things, like throw caution to the wind. Nope, not Linc. At least, that's the lie he tells everyone. In reality, every time Conleigh's name is mentioned, he squirms.  

Baylor Hail knew two things. One, he hated crying females. Two, it was even worse when he was the one to make that female cry. He never meant to do anything but his job, but when one thing leads to another, suddenly all he can think about is the broken woman whose car he towed.

All it takes is one ill-fated foul ball, and George Hoffman, Lumberjacks center fielder, falls head over heels in love with Wrigley Field - and yes, that is her real name. From that point forward, George and Wrigley fall into a fast whirlwind love that ends with them eloping to Vegas. And he has his potty-mouth, titty-bar-owning, pain-in-the-ass grandmother to thank for it. Not that he's complaining or anything. Who wouldn't want to be married to a woman that made his heart race like he was in the final game of the World Series? 

Bad boy. Screw-up. Good for nothing. Hero. Angel. These were all words Grayson 'Torren' Trammel had heard whispered behind his back over his lifetime. What he hadn't heard was 'quitter,' and he'd be damned if some little rehab chick, with her beautiful brown hair, and hot, sassy little mouth was going to label him as such. Tru knows Grayson's not for her. He's too bad. Too hot. Too demanding. Too taken. She tells herself that almost daily as she helps Grayson get back into fighting shape after a horrific accident nearly ripped his life away from him. 

Keifer Vassago, the Prince of Dragons, has enough on his plate without adding a brunette with a bad attitude to the mix. Fate has a way of screwing all his plans, though, whether he wants them screwed or not. One second he's fetching his brother from yet another situation that could possibly compromise the Vassago name, and the next that brunette is grabbing his assets - or so he thinks. Blythe isn't after anyone's assets, though. She's a good girl. All she wants is to graduate from nursing school, get a job, and move out of her hell-hole apartment.

Luke Roberts came to the small, lazy town of Kilgore, Texas, with one thing on his mind: forgetting. He wanted to forget why he left. Forget those emerald green eyes that haunted his dreams. And forget how it felt to have his heart ripped out of his chest by a woman who didn't like the fact that he had a child. It was something he'd been doing a damn fine job of doing, too. Until Reese smashed through every one of his defenses and made him feel again.

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. He should've followed his gut instinct and turned around that first moment he saw her in the bar, but Casten has never liked following the rules. Why the hell would he start now?

Behind the badge and the pretty face was a heart. A heart that bled just like the rest. A heart that was so in love with Viddy Sheffield that it was humiliating. Trance had been burned before by a woman that couldn't handle the fact that he risked his life each and every time he went on shift. She was too vulnerable; somehow, he had to convince his heart to let her go. His life would chew her up and spit her out. Viddy couldn't get the man out of her head. Just the thought of Trance put a smile on her face. And when he walked into the same room? Words couldn't explain.

Michael was that guy. The one that everyone was cautious of. Maybe it was the tattoos. Maybe it was the way he gave off a "don't screw with me" vibe. Maybe it was because he just told them to leave him the hell alone. Regardless, people gave him his space. He was screwed up, and everyone knew it. He got tattoos because he liked the pain. He was standoffish. He didn't have many friends outside of work. And the only thing he had going for him was that he was a good cop.  

Wolf isn't always a good person, and he doesn't hesitate to say what's on his mind. He is who he is, and he doesn't offer apologies. He isn't out to impress anyone, and he doesn't make excuses for his actions. Raven has made some bad decisions, and she'd give anything to go back in time and choose a different path. The reality is that she can't go back, and the day Wolf walks into her life, she finally realizes that maybe she doesn't want to.

The moment that her mother drops her off on his doorstep, Dante's hell becomes complete. Or so he thinks. What can make life worse after losing one's wife and kids, you ask? Here's what: being given a baby that depends on him for her survival. Finding out that the baby's mother is dying of brain cancer and has a husband that he never knew about. Dante's a bad person. He's done some not so nice things, and now he's being punished for his misdeeds. Karma is finally catching up to him. 

His Wranglers fit him like a glove. A really tight, leaving nothing to the imagination, glove. Codie wants nothing more than to shove that Wrangler-covered butt straight into the mud. Ace Valentine has a smart mouth, a devil-may-care attitude, and those wicked eyes aimed directly at her. She doesn't know what to do with that kind of attention. Especially not from the sweet-talking man that has no problem charming every woman that enters his orbit - everyone but her, at least.

Foster made a promise in his hospital bed when his leg was taken from him that he'd get back to 100 percent. Leg or no leg, he'd get back on the SWAT team if it killed him. And he does get back. But he has a problem: He can't let go of the past. The anger burns deep, making his emotions volatile at the best of times. Then he meets Blake with her haughty attitude and inability to distinguish the difference between a pocket knife and a sword. Little by little, she makes him whole again, one bad joke at a time. 

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. 

Loki's life was a lie. Everything he'd done for the last eight years was under an assumed name for the Benton Police Department. He'd lied, cheated, and stolen all in the name of the law. He wore himself thin, and not even the open road could take away the pain anymore. Then his little next door neighbor moved in, and suddenly, he had a reason to get out of bed every morning. Except he was an officer of the law and a member of a prominent motorcycle club in the area, The Dixie Wardens MC. Neither of which she could deal with.

Blaine didn't understand the true meaning of lonely until she spent her first Christmas away from her husband. She was never one to believe in love at first sight. Then she met Elliott while he was on leave from the Army. From that moment on, they loved fiercely, and never wasted a day. She knew that deployment was a very real possibility...one that scared her to death. When the orders are handed down, he has to go, leaving his new wife at home while he risks his life half a world away. Elliott did his best. He loved Blaine with his whole heart, but he had a responsibility.