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They were going to sell me.
I couldn’t let that happen. 
I had to escape. 
My only friend agreed to help me. 
She helped me get away.
She changed my appearance. 
She sent me to see the President of the Blackwings Motorcycle Club. 
I needed a new identity, so I could start a new life.
I walked up to the gate.
I was taken inside.
And everything changed.

She appeared out of nowhere. 
Standing at our fence.
Asking to see the President. 
Scared, but determined. 
And beautiful.
I wanted her from the moment I saw her.
When she told us her story, I vowed to protect her.
And then, she was going to be mine.




My life hadn’t been easy. 
At age 11, my parents and two younger siblings were murdered and I went to live with my grandmother. 
At age 18, I broke up with my boyfriend of almost one year because he wasn’t who I thought he was. He further proved that when he put his hands on me. 
Two weeks later, my grandmother died.
I moved to a new town with my last living relative, my older brother, Carbon, to finish my senior year of high school at Croftridge High. 
Then, I met Duke Jackson.
One decision changed my life forever.

My life was in a good place.
My sister was happy and healthy and I had my club.
I couldn’t ask for more, or so I thought.
The night I ran into Reese Walker, I realized I could ask for more.
I wanted more, and it was her.
I almost had her, but I messed up and she walked away.
I was angry and hurt, so I let her go, until the night she came crashing back into my life.
Secrets were exposed and ghosts from the past resurfaced, but I refused to let her walk away from me a second time without a fight.




I met the love of my life when I was 17 years old. She was my best friend, my love, my soulmate. Even at such a young age, we had a solid plan for our future. I would join the Marines after graduation. We would get married after my first deployment. When my time with Marines was up, we would start a family. 

But that’s not what happened. I came home to find out she disappeared a few weeks after I left. Pop and Gram had everyone searching for her. Pop even hired some of the best private investigators in the business, but it was as if she vanished into thin air. I never gave up the search. I was bound and determined to find her or find out what happened to her, though I never had much to go on. 

Then, one day, out of the blue, Ember walked into my clubhouse and set off a chain of events that ultimately revealed almost 40 years of secrets. With my club by my side, we began sorting through the mess left behind by one man’s obsessive jealousy. After a year of combing through a maze of underground tunnels and hidden rooms and sorting through boxes and boxes of files, I finally found the name I had been searching for.

Annabelle Burnett. 




My mother, father, brother, and sister were murdered. And I found them.
My only living relatives were my grandmother and one little sister, Reese.
Then, my grandmother died, leaving me as the only one responsible for my little sister.
My dad was a member of the Blackwings MC.
I always planned on becoming a brother. I just thought my dad would be there when I patched in.
But he wasn’t, and I was slowly drowning in anger and rage.
My club was behind me and did everything they could to help me.
But nothing was working.
Until the night I met her.



I hated that word.

I always felt like it carried a connotation of defeat.

I wasn't defeated.

I fought like hell, and for the most part, I won.

No, I was not a victim.

I was a survivor.





I didn’t do relationships.

Because I had been burned.

I didn’t do repeats.

Because I was burned, again.

I slipped and allowed a repeat.

And I was burned for a third time.

Then I found her.

Beaten and bruised.

I knew only I could protect her.

And I wanted to.

As a friend.

I wouldn’t fall in love with her.

I couldn’t fall in love with her.

But I did.

And it almost killed her.



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When the girl who broke his heart years ago shows up at the Blackwings MC clubhouse for the President’s daughter’s wedding, Badger, the VP, is not only shocked, he is pissed. But a few words from his best friend’s wife leaves him with more questions than answers. And Badger never lets anything go unanswered.


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Jacquelyn Marks might be wealthy, but even years after her husband’s death, Christmas is still hard.

This year is going to be different though.

When her granddaughter comes to visit, expecting a life-size Tinsel Town with all the holiday miracles, Jacquelyn turns to the only person close enough to make it happen.

Her live-in bodyguard—Ronan Pierce.

Ronan's job is to protect Jacquelyn at all costs.

But when she needs him to help set up Tinsel Town, he can’t refuse.

After years of being around her, watching her work so hard to put together a charity event makes him fall harder for her.

When plans fall through and Ronan has to step in and fill some big shoes, he convinces Jacquelyn to be his Mrs. Claus and vows to make her his love for the rest of his life.

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