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Noelle Charlston lives a fairy-tale life: a doting father, a powerful job, and a future blessed with financial security. However, two meetings with two men changes her happy existence forever. First, she meets the man who makes her heart sing. Three years later, she meets the man who makes her blood quiver. Broken-hearted from a teenage romance, Noelle's freedom is no longer hers. It belongs to the stranger her father believes is her perfect match. The stranger who pulls his lies over everyone he touches.

I'm a biker and a woman who was raised by my family, the Sacred Sinners. Growing up an MC brat, I've known nothing but leather, booze, club whores, camaraderie, and chrome. The name's Eva "Bink" Cummings, and this is my story.

Um. Um. Um. Are you reading this? If you are, I need your help. I was at a party; I was running; I fell. And get this - this is the part you'll never believe - I fell down a rabbit hole. Like Alice in those old books. Except in those books, there wasn't blood everywhere. In those books, the characters weren't all male, attractive, and interested in me.

When you're born, you never know what life will throw at you. You just make the best of it no matter what happens. That's pretty much been my go-to since infancy. Then, the charming, bald-headed, blue-eyed, Brent came along, and I thought all the suck in life had been flushed down the drain. Ha! That's when my true journey began - motherhood. This is my story on how I took life by the gonads when I decided I needed closure from my past - my father's sudden death in particular.

Two years. Since my life changed for the second time and not necessarily for the better. Two years since I traded prison bars for streets and hunted a runaway who I'd met in an alley. Two days. Since I forgot how to lie, woke to fists, and chased after the girl who'd been stolen from me. Two hours. To save her, rescue her, keep my lies intact. She looks at me full of hate. I look at her full of confession. Two minutes. For our relationship to switch from mutual dislike to floundering with unknowns. I've hurt her. Now, she's hurt me. I guess we're even.

Life is simply life. It's unfair and sometimes cruel. I should know. Since the moment I first drew breath, I was an orphan. Unwanted. Unloved. The small blonde girl everyone picked on. My story isn't one of happiness, if that's what you're thinking. The person I love most in the world is gone. And in the darkness I've been reborn, into a person I don't recognize.

I met fallen angel princes; I met a Savage Duke; I met a Cheshire Cat. And remember - how could you possibly forget - I'm the fabled Alice from the prophecy. Just a twisted, dark version of the girl in Lewis Carroll's old books. Except in those books, there was a happy ending. In those books, Alice wasn't dating nine very different, very beautiful men. But now that I've met the King of Hearts and the Mad Hatter, I'm not sure who the real bad guys are.

Once upon a time, I stupidly believed if I could make Elder fall for me, everything would be perfect. Now, I'm missing, and he's hunting, and everything is far from our happily ever after. He gave me his heart, and I gave him my promise, but true love isn't sacred to others. War is coming, disaster is brewing, and I'm not going down without a fight. Elder is mine. I am his. And no one can keep us apart.

Once upon a time, I was an 18-year-old psychology student. Now, I'm a man's property. Stolen and sold, I've been decorated in bruises since the day my world changed two years ago. I suffer in silence, I crave freedom, but I never break. I can't. Until he arrives. Elder Prest, the only man to look at me and see me. The only man more ruthless than my owner. He wants me for reasons I don't understand. He claims me for one night then leaves and never looks back. Until he returns. And life becomes much more complicated.

Short 1 - Taking care of my Sacred Sinner family has always been top priority. So when a group of unexpected visitors throw a wrench into our everyday lives, I can either roll with the punches or push back. Too bad things aren't always that black and white. Let's hope this isn't a huge mistake, Big already has enough on his plate.

Brynn of Haversey is a spirit whisperer - a person blessed with the ability to see and speak to the dead. In the country of Amerin, she's one of a select few with magical gifts known as whisperers. Every year, the Royal College accepts a small number of new students, all magically inclined, all whisperers. Competition is brutal and the classes, nearly impossible to pass for a half-breed angel with two left feet and a massive pair of black feathered wings.

Life is simply life. It's unfair and sometimes cruel. I should know. Since the moment I first drew breath, I was an orphan. Unwanted. Unloved. The small blonde girl everyone picked on. My story isn't one of happiness, if that's what you're thinking. The person I love most in the world is gone. And in the darkness I've been reborn, into a person I don't recognize. Her name’s Rosie. In the beginning, when our love first began, that name meant something different. That’s when the light won, always overcoming the dark. Where hope and happiness flourished.

When you're born, you never know what life will throw at you. You just make the best of it no matter what happens. That's pretty much been my go-to since infancy. Then the charming, bald-headed, blue-eyed Brent came along, and I thought all the suck in life had been flushed down the drain. Ha! That's when my true journey began - motherhood. This is my story of how I took life by the gonads when I decided I needed closure from my past - my father's sudden death in particular. But what happens next wasn't anything I expected....

A year ago if you told me I’d wind up where I am today, I’d have you committed for insanity. Now that I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and survived more than most have in their lifetime, Death has knocked on our doorstep and welcomed himself inside. Learning that life isn’t always fair comes at a price.

When my best friends dragged me to a first responders bachelor auction, I expected drinks, laughs, and some much-needed girl time. I didn’t expect them to bid on a date—for me—with Mauro Bianco. The former quarterback was my high school crush back when I was invisible. The girl no one ever looked at twice. Now, Mauro’s a firefighter with a body that could stop traffic, and a smile that’s just as devastating as I remember. One date. That’s all I’m committed to. A few hours and I can tuck him back into that tattered old shoebox in my closet.

When my eyes are closed, the monster can't see me. When I sing a song in my head, the monster can't hear me. When I pretend my bedroom is a playground where I play hide-and-seek, the monster can't find me. The darkness should frighten me. I should worry I'll find more monsters...monsters scarier than him. But I'm not afraid.

I'm a loyal member of the Demented Sons MC. My priorities were my club and my family. Add in one sick bastard trying to pick us off, and I sure as hell didn’t need relationship complications. Enter: one hot waitress. A chance meeting. One wild night. By morning, I was gone. Maybe I'd used her, but she'd utterly ruined me. Brothers dropping like flies, adrenaline in my veins, she would've been a dangerous distraction - one I couldn't afford. At the worst possible moment, I made her a reckless promise. A promise I wouldn't keep.

I’m Decker “Venom” Pruitt - President for the Ankeny RBMC. I'm a fair man, but those who've crossed me know my retaliation is swift and lethal. Venom runs through my veins. After the army, all I needed was my club. Emotionally bankrupt, I had nothing to offer a woman. She wanted me to show her who I really was, but that was impossible. I was her worst nightmare. Two pink lines changed everything.

I'm a biker and a woman who was raised by my family, the Sacred Sinners. Growing up an MC brat I've known nothing but leather, booze, club whores, camaraderie, and chrome. The name's Eva "Bink" Cummings and this is my story. At the ripe ole age of 30, with no husband or kids, being a part of a motorcycle club isn't all fun and games. Things are changing. The moment my world collides with the six-foot-eight biker who helped raise me, I find out the hard way that your life, in an instant, can be flipped upside down. And the people you know and love aren't always who they seem.

I fell through the Looking-Glass; I got back home. But get this: I didn't come alone. Oh, and it doesn't feel like home anymore. Unlike Alice in the original story, this is not my Wonderland.