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I’m Ogun “Voodoo” Dupré - SAA for the Ankeny RBMC. There’s no pretty way to put it: I do the dirty work for my club. Without question, I follow the direct orders of my president. Except, when my services were required for a particularly delicate situation, I found myself hesitating for the first time in my adult life.

Pack rule number one: Never reveal to a human. I broke that rule the day I met the beautiful doctor. I might be a rodeo champ, but one look at her, and I lost my concentration. The bull tossed and gored me, and now the sweet female is on to me. When I healed within hours, she knew something wasn’t right. My alpha told me to watch her. Not a problem. I’ll watch her all right. Real close. I’ll stick to her like superglue. And those human men who want to date her? They’d better step back. Because the doctor is all mine. Whether she knows it yet or not.

Pushed by her driven mother to become the best in her field, Penny believes fate has stepped in when she receives word she isn’t just an heiress to Steele Ranch, but had a father she never knew. She takes her chance to break free from the family she never truly felt a part of and heads to Barlow, Montana. Two cowboys have set their sights on the smart, beautiful blonde, and they have no intention of letting her go. Jamison and Boone will give her whatever she wants, especially since she’s wrangled their hearts.

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.

Fate has it in for me. She’s sent a human vet to stay in the bunkhouse. With me. I might not have the wolf scent, but I have the hearing. I learn she’s a virgin. I offer her two weeks. Two weeks where I’ll show her a large animal. One she can’t resist. Or at least one who can’t resist her. I’ll prove she doesn’t know everything about four-legged beasts. Especially not the fiercest ones who stalk their prey in the night. Especially not one determined to prey on her. Me.

We hooked up one night at Cody’s Saloon. The beautiful nurse wanted a ride, and I’d given it to her. Made her scream and sent her home happy. She didn’t tell me there’d been consequences. She’d kept her secret close. For months. But what she didn’t know could change everything. That baby she carried wasn’t human. And this wolf would never walk away from his pup. She may not have wanted me in her life, but that was too bad. I was moving in - watching over her and providing for my family. She was under my protection now.

I loved to hate her...She made it so easy. She was everything I wasn’t - everything I didn’t want to be. A reminder that from the moment I was born, I was the outcast. The rebel. I went against everything that was expected of me and created a life on my terms. I built my own empire, carved out my own destiny. Then she shows up at my tattoo studio, representing everything I tried to escape. She expects to just fit in...like she ever could. The posh girl trying to prove everyone wrong...that she can be something else - someone else. She hates me because she knows I’m right.

Lacey has fame and fortune. That’s everything she’s ever wanted. Right? When she becomes tabloid fodder, she’s had enough. Escaping to a guest ranch in Bridgewater is the perfect place to hide. But when two hot cowboys make her theirs, is it for 15 minutes of fame or because they want forever? 

I'm the Sergeant-At-Arms for the Demented Sons MC. A year ago my life went to shit, and every priority I ever had changed. Being a single dad on the run was never on my radar, but that was the hand I was dealt. I didn't think shit could get worse. Then fate dumped a raven-haired beauty in my lap, and all hell broke loose. Trying to keep my two-year-old daughter and a hot mess of a woman alive while still protecting my club threw my adrenaline into overdrive. Strung tight, danger coming at us from all directions, I faltered...

I protected my country. Protected my platoon. Now all I wanted to protect was her. Too bad that wasn’t an option. I couldn’t fall for the beautiful slip of a female. The baby sister of my brother’s new mate. She was way too young. Way too human. Still in college. And too bright a force of nature. She had her whole life ahead of her. And I had the Green Berets begging me to reenlist. My wolf...he wanted her. But if I let her go without claiming her, I might not survive the moon madness.

I caught her scent when I was on enforcer business. Knew she must be the one. I brought my alpha back with me. Because our bloodline mates in pairs. Two males for every she-wolf. Two daddies for our mate. The one we’re going to spoil and protect. Spank and sully. Carry off to make a home together. Just as soon as we convince her she belongs to us.

Vaughn Spencer. They call him an angry god. To me, he is nothing but a heartless prince. His parents rule this town, its police, every citizen and boutique on Main Street. All I own is a nice, juicy grudge against him for that time he almost killed me. Between hooking up with a different girl every weekend, breaking hearts, noses, and rules, Vaughn also finds the time to bully little ol' me. I fight back, tooth and nail, never expecting him to chase me across the ocean after we graduate high school.

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.  

Avery believes in flirting and flings, not relationships. But when she returns to Bridgewater for her sister’s Christmas-time wedding, two hot cowboys try to change her mind about the one f word she avoids: fiancés. Warning: panty-melting! Kiss Me Crazy is the sixth book in the wildly dirty series where one cowboy is never enough.

My alpha told me to get rid of her. Make nice and find out if she’ll sell her property. Keep her from bringing more humans close to our land. But before I even met her, I caught her scent. The moon’s full, and I had to follow it. I couldn’t stop myself. I ran straight into human territory, onto her property. Found her bathing naked in the moonlight and showed her my wolf. Now all bets are off. My alpha may want her gone, but I need her to stay. In fact, I’ll do anything to make sure she never, ever leaves. 

Being a child genius might have made Sam a doctor by 22, but she’s learned nothing about men. Her world is scalpels and scrubs, not silk and seduction. Sam is used to receiving attention for her brain, not her body, but when Mac and Hardin find out she needs tutoring between the sheets, they volunteer for the job. They’re diligent in their task, ensuring she’s an expert in pleasure...with them. When they discover Sam might be targeted by a murderer on the loose, they won’t let anything take her away.

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. 

Rachel wants one thing in life, a family of her own. But she's not going to get it without a man. Or can she? They may have ruined their chances in the past, but Matt and Trevor know Rachel's the woman for them. When they discover her plans, they tell her they'll give her exactly what she wants...the old-fashioned way. Because once they get their hands on her, they'll hold her close and never let go.

Our futures are arranged, our lives planned to the letter. But each of us is about to break tradition, throw the rules aside, and follow our hearts. Being royalty might mean a life in service to our country, but it doesn’t mean a life without love.

Damon Scott rules the city’s most dangerous underground club with an iron fist. He doesn’t forgive debts, especially not when the notorious gambler has such a delicious daughter. She’ll pay back every chip lost over the velvet table.