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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)

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Three sexy, feral bikers followed me home. Do I get to keep them?

I was fourteen when my parents died, fifteen when I put my trust in the wrong boy, and eighteen when all my mistakes came crashing down and nearly killed both me and my sister. Now I keep my head down and work at a canine rescue, because unlike people, dogs don’t judge or whisper behind your back. So when three growly members of the Screaming Eagles MC stomp in with a wounded stray and all my co-workers scatter, I stay put.

Their tough attitudes, foul mouths, and inked up skin don’t scare me. If you give them a chance, all most big dogs really want is good food, a long walk, and tummy rubs.

Turns out, that’s true for bikers, too.

I should tell them who I am, but it’s more fun not to. I should say no when they invite me out for a ride, but I’m tired of being good. I want to feel the wind in my hair and have a little fun, and they’re more than happy to help.

Beast and Piston are a deadly combo. Quick with their fists and fire in their blood. Beast’s beard is rough against my neck as he pulls my hair to the side and sends shivers down my spine with a throaty growl, while Piston sets a rhythm that makes my motor purr.

Zero keeps them steady. He watches quietly with dark promise in his eyes, and when he makes his move, I don’t stand a chance.

But when the stray’s owner shows up, it sets off warning bells. And when I start digging, I’m told to mind my own business. Yeah, right. I’m not good at doing what I’m told, especially if it means innocent animals might get hurt.

I just met these tough men, and getting me out of trouble isn’t their job, but just like dogs, when they love, they love unconditionally, and when someone they claim as their own is threatened, they go for the throat.

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PISTON

There’s nothing like a fist to the face to get the blood pumping. I’d rather be the fist than the face, but it’s true either way.

I grin at Beast, my lips twisted by the mouth guard. Bring it on, asshole.

“Wrap it up, boys, I’m starving.” Zero shouts from behind the ropes. “Take ‘im the fuck out!”

Don, the gym owner, is hanging out next to him. “Who’re you rooting for?”

Zero laughs. “Whoever gets this done faster.”

Gotta love trash talk from the guy who lost in our first round. If I wasn’t wearing boxing gloves I’d flip him off. Beast smirks, dodging my jab before moving in faster than a guy his size should be able to. He lands a couple solid hits before I beat him back.

“Piston, keep your left up!” Don yells.

I adjust my stance, but it’s too late. We’ve been sparring for a while and Beast is on a rampage. I eventually fall back and lift an arm in defeat.

Beast claps a gloved fist on my shoulder and spits out his mouth guard. “Good fight. I told you you’d enjoy it. You’re going to wipe the ring with me in a couple months.”

“Yeah, maybe.” It feels strange to be fighting again, and even stranger to actually enjoy it.

When I was a stupid kid, it was about money and survival. The rings I grew up in might not have been to the death, but I’ve gone up against plenty of sadistic motherfuckers who thought me being young made me an easy target, and so long as it made for a good show, nobody cared. Being harder, faster and meaner was the only way to keep it from destroying me. The rules here are more complicated than just no killing and no weapons, but the rush is the same.

“He’s right,” Don agrees. “Your instincts are good. It’s starting to click.”

“As long as I can beat Zero.”

“You mammoths are in a different fucking weight class!” Zero snaps without much heat behind it as we head to the locker room. “I know what I’m good at.” He mimes lining up a shot and pulling the trigger. “You’ll never even make it to the ring.”

Beast snorts. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, man.”

We walk out with Don as he closes up the gym. He hesitates, hand on the lock.

“Something up?” Zero asks, keeping his voice low.

Don grimaces. “How much longer is this pissing match with Kozlov’s goons going to go on?”

“You looking to choose sides?” I ask.

He shakes his head, mouth a hard line. “I just want to stop jumping every time a car backfires. You know how it is. The Ditch has always been neutral ground and I like it that way. Don’t get me wrong, the Eagles have always been good neighbors, but you aren’t the only power in town. I have to walk a careful line, you know?”

“Pres won’t let it drag on. End of the summer, max,” Beast grunts. “We’ll do our best to keep the collateral damage to a minimum.”

Don looks tired, but he nods. “I hope so.”

His boxing gym operates out of what used to be a small factory in Detch; a strip of mostly industrial properties that stretches along a good length of South Side where the Screaming Eagles rule. It’s a gray, dreary part of town that locals call The Ditch, and functions more as a way from one place to another than as its own destination. It doesn’t get much attention, but is an important buffer zone between us and the gangs that operate to our north. Or at least it should be.

Tensions in the city have been high since the Screaming Eagles got mixed up in politics again. The kind that left a prominent judge dead and the rot in the core of the legal system exposed to the scrutiny of the media. Follow that up with being linked to the kidnapping of the daughter of a tech billionaire, and there’s a segment of the underbelly that’s hoping we’ve gotten too full of ourselves to bother paying attention to the streets.

It’ll be their funeral.

We won’t push the border just to grab more space, but to keep our own safe? In a fucking heartbeat.

What Kozlov doesn’t understand is that Eagle-eye, our president, isn’t in it for the money or the power. Blood, sweat and tears went into carving out our place here, and he’ll hold the line to his dying breath for the same reason we all will. To defend our family, both by birth and by choice.

As far as we’re concerned, Kozlov on his own isn’t shit. He’s just another wannabe mafia type who wouldn’t know the real thing if it bit him in the ass, but he talks a good game and he’s riled up some of the local gangs into thinking it’s a good time to strike.

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Running for my life in my wedding gown, I’m rescued by three rugged mountain men.
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And all I can think about is protecting the baby growing inside me.

Fleeing in a snowstorm, I lose control on icy roads, and my world goes black.
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CHAPTER 1

KIRA

The sky is heavy with storm clouds. Night is approaching, and what little light remains is fading fast.

I need to get where I’m going, but I don’t know where that is.

Away. Far, far away.

Thank god for Brianna’s full tank of gas.

It was already raining when I bolted to her car, and now that I’m climbing elevation, the rain is turning to snow.

It’s the first snow I’ve seen this year. It’s usually a magical moment, but today it’s another element of the nightmare I’m suddenly living in. A twisted sort of snowglobe someone is shaking with a violent hand, turning everything upside down.

You have two choices, Kira.

A car comes up behind me too fast, and my pulse spikes. My hands shake, even as I clutch the wheel like a lifeline. When the vehicle swerves into the left lane without using a signal, I hold my breath and don’t exhale until it passes and speeds ahead.

I exit at my next opportunity. Something tells me it will be safer to travel on back roads.

At the stop sign, I flip an imaginary coin. Should I go left or right? Which direction might lead me to safety?

I can’t imagine a best-case scenario, unless you count boarding a plane for the other side of the world, which would be difficult without money. No wallet, no credit cards. Not even my phone, and being without it would usually feel like I’m missing a limb, but even if I’d had time to grab it, I couldn’t risk it being used to track me.

I need somewhere to hide.

I turn left, where I pass a gas station, a fast food restaurant, and a few houses. After that, there's not much besides trees and open spaces, and I'm glad for the emptiness.

The route leads me higher into the mountains. Snow is sticking to the windshield. The temperature must be dropping because the inside of the window is fogging up.

My wedding dress, still damp from the sprint across the mansion’s parking lot, is like ice against my skin, no matter how much heat blasts from the vents.

My hands are numb, and I don’t know if that’s from the cold, my death grip on the steering wheel, or shock.

I’m shivering, bone deep.

I make another turn, and the road narrows. Guardrails appear through a curtain of white, then disappear into darkness. Trees are crowded close. No more streetlights, no houses, no other cars. Only the occasional reflection from a marker post caught in my headlights.

Up here in the mountains, this clearly isn’t the first time they’ve seen flurries this season. Plow-packed snowbanks, solid with ice and gravel, line the road. At first, they help me follow the route, but the snow keeps coming down thicker with each mile that passes. It clings to the road in slick patches, making every curve a gamble.

Wind pushes against me in violent gusts. I ease my foot off the gas, but I’m too panicked to slow down as much as I should in this weather.

“We’re okay. We’re okay. We’re going to be okay.”

The snowstorm doesn’t listen.

I’m facing a white wall. Zero visibility. Every muscle in my body is tight and aching. My heart is hammering so loudly the sound seems to fill the car.

As I’m navigating the next curve, the front tire slips down onto the shoulder. I panic, cut the wheel too sharply to get back on the road, and the car fishtails. I turn the wheel again, and suddenly, I’m spinning sideways, out of control.

The car skids off the road. For one sickening moment, I’m airborne, and a scream rips out of my throat.

I hit the ground with a thud. Metal crunches and glass shatters. Everything jolts forward.

My vision blurs as my hands slip from the wheel.

A sharp pain hits below my chest. Then a deeper pain, lower.

The world tilts with another shake of the snowglobe that’s my personal hell.

Wind howls, and my breath fogs the air as consciousness slips.

Please.

Please save the baby.

CHAPTER 2

ATLAS

“We should’ve finished an hour earlier.” Grizz growls the words from the backseat like his namesake bruin.

Eyes scanning left and right in the scope of my low beams, Viper keeps watch from the passenger seat as the snow falls in thick sheets. “The whole meeting should’ve been a fucking email.”

I exchange a look with Grizz in the mirror. Viper gets restless anytime he’s out of the mountains, especially when meetings run long. Both of them do.

While I took notes about the threatening messages our new client’s been receiving, Grizz’s heavy boot tapped an impatient rhythm on the meeting room floor, and Viper sat like a statue, arms crossed, only his jaw twitching occasionally beneath his beard as his eyes swept the front of the property through the conference room window.

I saw the clouds coming, but didn’t want to cut things short. “The truck is well-equipped for the storm.”

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When our stepsister shows up at our ranch—broke, exhausted, and nursing a secret only capable hands and mouths can soothe—we never expected she’d be the one to satisfy a thirst we’ve always hidden.
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Chapter 1

Joelle

The road is so bumpy my bones are jangling, and the heat so violent the car smells like it’s melting. Even with the window open, there’s no relief. The air outside is just as heavy, filling my nostrils with the odor of sunbaked dirt.

My body’s sticky with sweat, but I can live with that. My dry mouth is another matter. I ran out of water two hours ago.

Worse, I’m close to leaking from the left side. It’s always the left.

It’s been over twelve hours since I last nursed.

I press my forearm tight across my chest and try to breathe through it, but there’s no ignoring the ache. I feel swollen, overripe, and raw, under the kind of pressure that makes my hands shake and my throat close up. I want to cry. Or scream. Maybe both.

You’re doing this for a reason, I remind myself. You’ve got to let it dry up. It’s time.

Caleb—my son, not one of the men I’m about to see—is with Janey today. Sweet, long-suffering Janey, who took us in when I had nowhere else to go and never once made me feel like the burden I’ve become. She helped me through the end of my pregnancy, the mess of those first few months, all the nights I thought I’d break from exhaustion. She gave us everything without asking for anything in return.

But people have limits, and I’m close to reaching hers. I need to find somewhere else to go before she asks me to leave.

She hugged me goodbye early this morning, her arms tight around my shoulders, whispering that I was stronger than I thought. Caleb clung to me, fat little fingers fisted in my shirt, and I had to swallow the lump in my throat not to fall apart right there. I kissed his blond curls and told him I’d be back soon.

God, I hope I will.

Grayswood ranch rises out of the dry land like it was always part of it. The weathered siding, wide porch, and warped screen door I remember slamming shut when I was a teenager at the end of my patience are all the same. It’s still isolated, still quiet, and too far from anything that feels like real life. It’s the kind of place you forget how to leave once you’ve been there long enough and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or terrifying.

I lived here for a while, back when Mom married Clay. I was fourteen. The twins, Wade and Caleb, were already grown, and barely acknowledged us beyond cold nods and long silences. They hated Mom. I knew that. I don’t think Wade ever looked at me long enough to decide what he thought of me. Caleb was sweeter, but always busy with the ranch. I was a kid who tagged along with a marriage they wished didn’t exist.

When I left, I’m sure they never expected to see me again, and I never planned on returning.

But plans don’t mean much when you’re clean out of options.

The ad was short: Live-in housekeeper. Remote cattle ranch. Room and board included. Cooking and housekeeping. Some ranch chores. No timewasters.

No names. No website. Just a phone number and an address I recognized. I called out of desperation and the voice that answered was low and unmistakably familiar, saying to come around three. Said they’d see how I fit.

Now here I am, about to step back into a world that I thought would always be an uncomfortable memory.

I pull the car into the gravel drive and shut off the engine, heart beating loud in the silence. My hands tremble on the steering wheel. My shirt’s soaked through at my back, and I don’t have long before I’ll be leaking through at the front. I reach for a tissue but find the box empty and I don’t dare look down because I don’t have a choice but to get out of this car and go inside.

I make my way to the porch, my heart hammering. The wood groans beneath my beat-up sandals, and for a moment, I stand there, fist raised, staring at the door like it might open itself.

There are so many reasons I should turn around and leave. When the Crosby brothers find out it’s me who’s looking for work, chances are they’re going to tell me to go. I hate that they’ll see how pathetic and desperate I am. But my son needs a place to live, and I’ll do anything for him. Anything. Including humiliating myself before two men who used to be my stepbrothers and are now strangers.

I knock.

The door opens almost instantly.

Wade stands in the doorway. I know it’s him from the arrogant tilt of his head and the way his gray eyes size me up in two seconds flat. For a moment, my breath just… stutters.

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My senior year goal? Lose my v-card and finally learn what I’ve been missing—from men who know exactly how to teach me…

I never imagined my winter internship at an exclusive ski lodge would be more than a résumé builder. But the moment I walk into the shared staff quarters and meet my new roommates, I know I’m not leaving this place untouched.
Asher, Kai, and Landon are three different flavors of trouble, and they’re more than willing to give me very private lessons.
Asher’s a sharp-tongued, obsessive perfectionist in the kitchen. The hot-as-sin, arrogant chef hates being told what to do, but the heat in his eyes when he looks at me says he wants to bend more than just the rules.
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ZOE

Two weeks ago…

When I entered the coffee shop, there was no one at the counter. Seeing no customers lined up was depressingly normal, but having no barista behind the counter, well, that was new. My employee, Mia, was sitting at a cafe table, knee-to-knee with a good-looking young man—your classic tall, dark, and handsome type.

While I could see how a man like that was far more interesting than manning the register, she did have a job to do, and I frowned. Their heads were angled together, completely oblivious of me.

Managing this place was part of my senior-year curriculum. As a hospitality major, I needed experience in every corner of the industry, not just at the kind of five-star hotel I wanted to work at after graduation. Mia was my only employee, and I tried to treat her with a firm but fair hand.

They’d never covered this in my food and beverage administration class. There hadn’t been a single lesson on what to do when a customer was eye-fucking your employee. My instinct was to march over and tell Mia to get back to work, but she’d seemed distracted lately. If she quit, I wasn’t sure I could find anyone willing to take a job in this forgotten corner of campus. While I hesitated, their conversation drifted over to me.

The guy was bragging about how rich his family was, and how he was looking to buy a bigger yacht because his only slept twenty. At many universities, that would be a joke, but not here. Most of the students at an elite private school like Langley were so damn wealthy that I was surprised he didn’t also have his own personal submarine.

“I’d love to see it sometime, Blaise.” Mia gave a little giggle that made my skin crawl. Did men really like it when grown women made such a foolish, girlish sound? And seriously, his name was Blaise? Then again, a lot of the students from powerful families had weird old family names. I suppose it was a small price to pay for an enormous trust fund.

Still, Blaise sounded painfully pretentious, and I couldn’t imagine why Mia was so captivated. Rich, entitled assholes were as common as flies around here—even the really good-looking ones like him.

He leaned even closer, dark eyes intent on Mia, his voice dropping low but still perfectly audible. “When I get the new yacht, I’ll take you out on a moonlit cruise. Just you and me. And the captain and crew, of course.”

“Of course,” Mia echoed, her eyes wide. “I’d like that.”

“Maybe I’ll give the chef the night off, and I’ll make a meal for you. Would you like that?” he continued, and Mia nodded. “If you want, I’ll even take my shirt off, like that chef who does those cooking videos you like so much.”

Wait, what? How did he know that? It had sounded to me like they’d just met. But even as the color rose on Mia’s cheeks, Blaise continued on. “After dinner, we’ll go up on the deck. Just you and me, babe… and I’ll push you against the railing and lift your dress, and…” My jaw dropped as he detailed the filthy things he wanted to do to her. At the same time, his hand was under her skirt, moving purposefully up her thigh.

That spurred me into action. “Get the fuck away from my employee!”

They jolted apart, Blaise casually pulling his hand back as if he hadn’t just been feeling the barista up.

Mia’s mouth was open in shock, whether at my sudden appearance or at that creep’s actions.

I marched over and glared at Blaise. “She’s working, you asshole, and she doesn’t need you harassing her. Get the hell out of here and never come back.”

Something tugged at my sleeve, and I looked down at Mia’s flushed face. “Zoe, I⁠—”

“Go back behind the counter,” I said. “I’ll take care of this jerk.”

“No, it’s not. He wasn’t—” Her stuttering trailed off, but I didn’t blame her for being flustered. Women deserved to feel safe in their workplace. I hadn’t thought about how much time Mia worked alone down here, but I sure as hell would now. Despite our low sales numbers, maybe I could ask the department to let me hire someone else so she wouldn’t have to deal with crap like this alone.

Mia pushed her chair back and tilted her head up at me. “It’s not like that,” she said. “We were… it was just pretend.”

What?

“It was just a bit of role-playing,” Blaise added, his deep voice courteous and polite, which was very different than how it had sounded when he was moving in on my employee.

“This is my roommate, Diego,” Mia finally managed to say. And now I recognized the redness on her face for what it was. Embarrassment, not fear.

Then it finally sank in. She wasn’t being harassed—far from it. “You were flirting with your roommate on company time?”

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Three notorious bikers, one sweet little boy, and a single mom who doesn’t stand a chance.

Four years ago, I looked into my estranged sister Georgia’s desperate eyes and promised to protect the innocent baby in her arms, even if that meant raising Logan as my own. But I’m only one woman. When she’s killed in a suspicious car crash on the same day three hardened bikers find a terrified Logan alone at the gates of the Outlaw Sons MC, I might be in over my head.

Now there are big, growly bikers who seem to think we’re under their protection, and the police are trying to blame my sister for her accident even though the details don’t add up. The only thing I know for sure is that Georgia must’ve had a reason to risk everything and leave Logan where she did.

So in order to keep him safe and get justice for my sister, I’ll have to trust my gut and put our fate in the hands of the three dangerously distracting men who are already Logan’s new heroes.

Lash’s mouth is known for two a very talented tongue, and a sense of humor that could make the devil blush. But he also has a gentle side that takes my breath away.

Stiff is eager to not waste another minute after a violent brush with death. When he sees something he wants, nothing can stop him, and what he wants is me.

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The closer I get to the deadly root of what is actually going on, the higher the stakes, and the greater the danger. Georgia’s past is closing in on us fast, and only Lash, Stiff and Jackal can keep it at bay. Our lives depend on it.

The world of the Outlaw Sons MC looks dark and brutal from the outside, and it is. But that’s not the whole story. It’s also full of incredible men who are willing to bleed and die for each other. And if I can open my heart and let them, for me and my little boy.

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LASH

“I'm freezing my fucking balls off. If I wanted to deal with this shit I could’ve stayed in Montana.” Jackal rubs his hands fast over the thighs of his jeans to warm his fingers.

A gust of wind sends fallen leaves and street trash skittering over the road. I tug on the cuffs of my long-sleeved t-shirt, pulling them farther down my hands. Shit, I wish I’d worn something thicker than just my cut over it. Gate duty in the cold is brutal. It’s hard to stay warm when there’s nothing to fucking do, and at the right angle, the wind blows straight through our station and cuts to the bone.

“It's November. Did you expect a tropical breeze?” Stiff shrugs, looking smug in his leather jacket with his boots propped up on the top of a box. He twists the lid on the coffee thermos and pours what’s left into his mug, knocking back what must be sludge by this point and probably takes like battery acid.

“Fuck off. It was almost seventy degrees a couple days ago,” I grumble. “Not our fault the weather can’t make up its fucking mind. And you know the rules. Whoever finishes the coffee, has to make a fresh pot.”

He laughs and gives me a half-assed salute. “You wimps want marshmallows in your hot cocoa, too?”

“Yeah. Yeah I fucking do. The whole point of hot chocolate is marshmallows.”

Stiff’s boots hit the ground and he snorts. “I’m not making you fucking hot cho⁠—”

“You were the one that offered,” Jackal points out, looking up. “And Lash is right. Who doesn’t like marshmallows?”

“I was fucking kidding! Where would I even find it?”

“I bet one of the girls has some. Check Bonnie’s old apartment,” I suggest.

Stiff cringes. “No way. Grimm’s crashing up there and he’s an asshole. I don’t know why Prez puts up with his attitude.”

“Same reason I put up with your snarky ass.”

He flips me off, but we all know it’s true. This life has a way of forging bonds that go way past friendship. I know I can trust Stiff and Jackal to have my back because it’s been put to the test. We’ve stood shoulder to shoulder and waded through blood together to get where we are. Whatever happened between Hellfire and Grim hasn’t been enough to erase their history.

“Yeah, well, you’re getting coffee and you’ll fucking like it. I’ll buy the first round later.” Stiff gets up, accidentally smacking my shoulder with the thermos on the way past.

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This Christmas, the forecast calls for two pairs of hot brothers and zero chill.

I’ve been single all year, but apparently the North Pole delivers in bulk, because now I have more men than I can unwrap.

It all starts when I volunteer to play Mrs. Claus for a charity event, and not one, but four Santas show up, each one looking like he belongs on a romance novel cover. When the “extras” put on helper costumes instead of bulky red suits, I discover there’s nothing miniature about these elves.

Nick and Rudy Frost have smiles that could thaw the Grinch’s heart. Think broad chests, soft sweaters, and kisses warm as cocoa. They’re the kind of men who make the season feel magical.

Jasper and Felix Winter are hotter, edgier, and a little dangerous. Being near them is like standing too close to a fire—you know you should step back, but you can’t bring yourself to move.

It would all be a dream come true … if they didn't expect me to choose. I’ve never been good at picking just one cookie off the tray.

But tension is rising as fast as my heart rate, and the men are starting to get their tinsel in a tangle. When a playful snowball fight escalates into a full-on brawl, the four of them wrestling in the snow, I know I have to do something, even though I'd sooner cancel Christmas than let any of them go.

But the holiday season is about sharing, caring, and maybe a little daring … and if Santa can visit every house in one night, I don’t see why there isn't room for everyone on the nice and naughty list

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Chapter 1

As I cross the animal shelter’s parking lot, a sudden gust of wind prompts me to pull my unzipped hoodie tighter around me. Some of the last golden leaves that were still hanging onto their branches are giving way, and despite the cold, I slow my pace to watch them swirl in the air.

I’m sad to see fall come to an end, especially since I’m not particularly excited about the Christmas season, even though it’s usually my favorite time of year.

As my focus shifts to the red, orange and mostly brown leaves that crunch underfoot, the sound of quickly approaching footsteps gives me a jolt.

Before I reach the shelter’s door, two men rush past to open it for me. At first, they’re just a blur of blue and gray wool with a fresh minty scent, but my heart skips a beat as they come into focus.

They’re both gorgeous, one with bright blue eyes and windswept blond hair, the other looking like a friendly lumberjack with his thick brown beard and even thicker muscles. They’re wearing tastefully-patterned seasonal sweaters that look so soft, I’m tempted to reach out to touch them.

Though their hair and eye colors are different—the lumberjack has sparkling green eyes and closer-cut brown hair—their matching warm smiles give me the idea that they’re brothers.

The blond is the one holding the door open, as the other man silently gestures for me to enter before them. I nod and thank them, my voice faltering, because they really are that good looking.

Inside, I tell the older woman at the counter that I’m here to meet with Lisa, the shelter director, about volunteering to help with Santa pictures, and a deep voice pipes up behind me. “So are we.”

My skin heats as I turn to confirm that it was the blond man who spoke. These two hunks are going to be volunteering with me?

“Perfect. She’s waiting for you.” The woman gestures to an open door on the other side of the lobby. “You can all go in.”

“Are you going to be our Mrs. Claus?” The blond man’s tone is flirtatious.

Their Mrs. Claus? I look up at him, blinking, as we head toward the office. “Are you playing Santa?”

When he nods, still grinning, I’m surprised. I’d pictured an older man in the role, maybe even one with a real beard. These guys look to be in their early thirties, just a couple years older than me. As for me being Mrs. Claus, that’s a surprise, too. I was told I’d be taking pictures and collecting donations.

“Holly, you’re here. C’mon in.” As Lisa gets to her feet behind her desk, she spots the men. “Oh good, you’re all here. Have you met, or do you know each other?”

Here on Four Points Island, it often seems as if everyone knows everyone else, but I’ve never seen these men. No way I’d have forgotten their beautiful smiling eyes.

When I shake my head, Lisa introduces me to the lumberjack, who’s named Rudy Frost, and his brother Nick. Head nods would suffice for this type of introduction, and that’s what dark-haired Rudy is doing, but the blond, Nick, holds out his hand and gives mine a friendly shake, his warm fingers wrapping around my hand and squeezing gently. That warmth instantly spreads to my chest, then my cheeks.

Rudy ends up following suit, smiling as his dark eyes assess me in a way that melts any remnant of the chill I’d still been feeling from the late November air.

“Nice to meet you both,” I manage to say, hoping that the butterflies in my stomach will calm down, since apparently, I’ll need to be able to work with these gorgeous men.

“Your costumes just arrived this morning,” Lisa says, searching her desk before picking up a box cutter. She slices the packing tape on the box that’s at the top of a stack and pulls out a bulky, clear package holding something red. “Santa suits,” she says, setting another identical package aside. “I ordered two, so there’ll be an extra in case of pet or kid accidents, but you can each have one. Just be sure to never be seen wearing them at the same time.”

“Of course not,” Nick says, as Rudy nods his agreement.

Lisa pulls out another package and squints at the label. “And here’s your dress, Holly. I bought one made from thin fabric, in case we have warm days, but I also ordered a matching fur-trimmed cloak you can wear in cooler weather. There’s an apron too, with pockets to hold candy canes for the kids, and I have a curly white wig for you, though it’ll be a shame to hide your pretty hair.”

I smile self-consciously as both Nick’s and Rudy’s eyes go to my wavy auburn hair. It’s long, and I hope it will all fit under the wig.

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I didn’t know how dangerous the woods could be until three wolf shifters saved my life. Now they want to claim me as theirs.

I came to Braysville for lumber for my business. What I found was blood, shadows, and teeth. Chased through the forest and injured beyond walking, I’m rescued by wolves and a mysterious man, and carried to a remote cabin nestled deep in the trees.
My mother always warned me about strangers. She never mentioned how tempting they’d be…
Nixon, Reed, and Finn are not just ordinary men. They can shift into wolves, and they say I’m their fated mate.
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I was told I could never have children. Now I have three wolves who would die to protect me… and a baby girl who might just be mine to protect in return.
Leaving means breaking my own heart.
But staying? That means choosing all of them and surrendering to their claim.
Because if I walk away now to return to my life and family, I don’t just lose my mates, I lose her.
And there are those who would do anything to own her

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SCARLET

Never trust a stranger—friend;

No one knows how it will end.

As you’re pretty, so be wise;

Wolves may lurk in every guise.

Charles Perrault, Little Red Riding Hood.

The small-town bar in Baysville is no better than the run-down motel I checked into an hour ago, its sagging porch and weather-warped sign doing little to inspire confidence. As I push open the doors, the interior greets me with the same weary air of neglect. It’s rustic, but not in the way the word is usually meant. It’s the kind of rustic that smells faintly of mildew and wet dog, with mismatched furniture that creaks when you lean on it and walls stained with the smoke of a hundred thousand unfiltered cigarettes.

I pause inside, my nose wrinkling instinctively as I inhale. My sense of smell has always been bloodhound sharp, according to my mother, and right now it’s not doing me any favors. My stomach chooses that moment to growl, a loud, awkward protest, reminding me that I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I almost turn around and leave, but there are few options in this town, and the receptionist at the motel, a tired-looking woman with too much eyeliner and too little patience, assured me this was the best place.

If Doug’s Place is the best, I don’t want to experience the worst.

Heads turn as I make my way toward the bar, masculine eyes, narrowing with interest or suspicion, tracking me like prey. I’m not surprised. In a town like this, where everyone knows everyone and outsiders are a rarity, I must look like something exotic blown in on the wind. My hair, a thick curtain of red that falls past my waist, tends to catch attention wherever I go. With skin as pale as porcelain and a frame that’s more willowy than muscular, I know I don’t blend in easily.

The man behind the bar, who may or may not be Doug, saunters towards me as though he has all the time in the world. “What can I get you?”

“A beer,” I say without hesitation. His eyebrows lift slightly, as if he expected me to order a glass of chardonnay or something with a slice of citrus on the rim. “And a burger. If you serve them.”

“It’s our bestseller,” he says.

As he turns to relay the order to the back, I glance around, finding myself under the weight of several more stares. All male. In fact, I think I’m the only woman in the place.

“That’ll be twenty bucks,” he says as he returns.

I hand over the cash and try not to notice the grime beneath his chewed fingernails. I silently hope he isn’t also the cook and briefly pray that my burger comes straight from a factory freezer, untouched by human hands. It might be the only thing that saves me from food poisoning.

At least the beer is cold.

As I wait for my meal, I take a seat at the bar. I like it better perched high with my back to the strange-looking, overly observant crowd. I scroll through the emails on my phone, letting the low hum of conversation and twang of country music fill the space around me. There’s a strange, charged energy in the air, like something’s about to happen. I try to ignore it.

My thoughts drift to the reason I’m here: a new commission, a full dining room suite for one of my most high-end clients. They’ve bought a sprawling log cabin in Aspen, and they want it furnished with custom pieces that are as wild and authentic as the mountains themselves. Rustic chic, they call it. And I’m known for that.

Which is why I’m here.

Furniture is all about the materials. Find a good quality piece of slow-grown wood, and you’re halfway to something exceptional. Braysville might be an armpit of a town, but it is famous for its lumber.

And its lumberjacks.

A few online reviews even mentioned the legendary hospitality of the locals, in and out of the bedroom. I fan my hand in front of my face as a flush blooms across my cheeks. It’s been a while since anyone provided me with any kind of bedroom hospitality, and the thought of a sexy woodcutter has my lady parts warming in addition to my face. Unfortunately, this bar isn’t where the gorgeous, hospitable locals hang out. It’s more Deliverance than a romance novel.

Keep your mind on the job at hand, I tell myself.

After my last boyfriend dumped me for my best friend, I locked my heart away. It was humiliating. Not just the betrayal, but how easily it could happen, and while I’ve rebuilt myself piece by piece, there are cracks now that didn’t exist before. Trust is a fragile thing, and once it’s broken, it doesn’t reform with the same strength. I’ve found satisfaction in my work, particularly in meeting new clients and suppliers. My family has been amazing at supporting me.

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He was my dirty little secret, but now he’s my new roommate—along with two other tempting men.

Moving into Baylor House—free university housing for former foster kids like me—is supposed to be a fresh start with others who’ve faced the same challenges. The only problem? The hot-as-hell residential advisor is the man I made out with at a wild costume party last week.
Diego doesn’t recognize me, but I remember the hunger in his kiss and the possessive glide of his hands over my body. I should be focused on my classes, not bracing for the moment he puts it together. And he’s not the only one of my new roommates who drives me to delicious distraction.
Aaron is gorgeous, confident, and every time he’s near, I forget how to breathe. He flirts like it’s a game, but the heat in his eyes tells me he’s not playing.
Cody is guarded and quiet, but his touch speaks volumes. There’s a lot I don’t know about the talented musician, but I’m dying to find out.
And Diego is supposed to keep us in line, but he bends his own rules for me. Our first kiss was reckless, but his cocky grin makes me crave more.
These men teach me things about pleasure I never even imagined. Our chemistry is off the charts, but old wounds don’t heal overnight. For the first time in my life, I feel like I might truly belong somewhere, but trusting it enough to build a future together could be the hardest lesson of all

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MIA

I’d survived five foster homes, a high school that barely qualified as one, and a year at community college. But now, I’d finally reached my goal: a scholarship to the prestigious Langley University, where I’d started my classes six weeks ago.

So why did tonight feel less like a welcome meeting and more like a gladiator pit?

The house I’d moved into earlier today felt like it had stories. It had seen dozens of students cycle through, and it wasn’t impressed by any of us. The couch I sat on was threadbare in spots, and one armchair had duct tape on the side. Four of my new housemates sat nearby. I wondered if they were nervous, too, or if they were just better at starting over than I was.

Odds were, we’d all had plenty of practice at it.

The other students looked to be within a year or two of my age, twenty. That probably meant none of them were the residential advisor, who was supposed to be running this meeting. He was in graduate school, and no one here looked like they were.

The guy in the armchair off to my left looked like a freshman, as did the shorter guy on the other sofa. The young man and woman seated with him looked to be sophomores or juniors.

The older of the two guys on the sofa got to his feet, and my first thought was that he’d just stepped out of a campus brochure—he was handsome, confident, and looked as if he’d never been nervous a day in his life. His tight jeans emphasized his long legs, and his navy sweater looked soft in that unmistakably expensive, definitely-not-from-a-clearance-rack way. He had a casually put-together vibe, while I was in jeans that hadn’t fit right since high school.

When he walked over, I almost glanced behind me to make sure he wasn’t aiming for someone else, even though there weren’t many of us here. “Got to even things out,” he said with a friendly smile, dropping onto the couch next to me. “You looked a little outnumbered over here.” His voice was easygoing, his posture relaxed. “I’m Aaron.”

It did feel better now that I wasn’t sitting by myself. “Mia,” I said, trying for a carefree tone. “Nice to meet you.”

Up close, he was unnervingly handsome. Square jaw with a trace of stubble and hazel eyes that flashed warm gold near the center and brown at the edges. His chestnut hair was styled casually and the way his sweater clung to his chest and shoulders made me assume he was no stranger to the gym. I became suddenly aware of my posture—legs tense and pressed tightly together, hands folded nervously in my lap. Hopefully, I didn’t look like an alien approximating human behavior.

“So, you were in the Stepping Stones program?” he asked.

Though Langley was an elite private school nestled in the smoky mountains in northern Georgia, it still provided some scholarships and assistance to students like me. “Yes.” It seemed like I should say more than one syllable, but nothing came to mind.

“What’d you think?”

“It was okay.” The program I’d just completed was for students from shaky academic backgrounds. I’d gone to my classes as normal, but the program layered in extra lectures, meetings, and support. Basically, it was handholding, though no one called it that. Some parts helped, but I was relieved it was over. Now it felt like my real time at Langley had finally begun.

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With three hot bikers on board, this flight is going to get real messy.
What are the Screaming Eagles even doing on this plane?
This is my father’s private jet, not a budget commuter flight. But there they are, three dangerously sexy bikers covered in ink and looking like the kinds of bad men fathers warn their daughters about.
I’m supposed to keep my head down and stay out of the way, but when they eye me like I’m their new favorite in-flight snack, I’m a goner.
With easy smiles, they draw me into a flirty game of poker where the stakes go up as the clothes come off. And once… just once, I grab life with both hands and put in my application for a very exclusive group: the Mile High club.
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Bull is a mountain of a man who could rip me apart with his bare hands, but when he touches me, it’s like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
Shrapnel, with his piercings and scars, makes me soar with the need of a man who has nothing to lose and everything to prove.
And Diesel takes me like every moment is our last, like if he loves me hard enough, it will keep his demons at bay.
With all three together, and the club backing them, I find the true family I never thought I’d have.
But I can’t hide behind their clubhouse walls forever. My tech genius father is a household name with a brand new project that someone is desperate enough to risk crashing a plane to get their hands on. It’s only a matter of time before his enemies find out that I’m not just his daughter.
I’m the key to the whole system.

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RORY

“Would you like a drink, sir?” I gesture at the fancy brass bar cart I’m pushing around the conference table. A brief hit of turbulence makes the glass bottles on it rattle, but then the private jet settles. I straighten my flight attendant’s uniform and repaint my sweet smile on my face. Never let it be said that I don’t know how to play my part, even if inside I want to scream.

Stewart Walls looks up from the tablet in his hand and grins. It’s an ugly thing. “Whiskey, neat.”

“Macallan or Karuizawa?”

“What’s the year on the Karuizawa?”

I glance at the bottle. “Sixty-four.”

“Nearly as old as me,” he says with a wink. “Aged to perfection, don’t you think?”

I giggle politely as I pour, imagining the reaction if I dumped my bucket of fancy glacier ice over his head. My father would kill me, but it might almost be worth it. The jerk rewards me with a wandering hand that slides over my butt and down my thigh.

“And yet you still refuse to grow up, Stewie,” Mary Haney grumbles under her breath. She glances at me and we share a moment of feminine understanding before her gaze flicks away.

When Dad was putting together the list of special guests for this trip, he had me investigate everyone he decided was worth an invite. Four are tech CEOs, the kind that’s famous for whatever innovation that earned them their first billion, and then sank that money into just about everything they could get their fingers into. You only see it if you dig deep enough, but these people are connected.

These two in particular ran a start-up together just out of college before he went into payment systems and she focused on surveillance technology. But it’s the other three invites that really make me nervous. I’m pretty sure they have their fingers in a lot of things as well, but where the tech CEOs use loopholes to skirt the edge of the law, these guys are so far beyond you can’t even see them from the edge. My searches mostly ended in a lot of suspicious dead ends or leads into corners of the dark web that I really don’t want to get too familiar with.

“And for you, Mr. Whittaker?” The last passenger I need to serve before I can escape is the worst. My father.

“Water, plenty of ice,” he orders without even looking up.

His choice gets a few raised eyebrows from the others, but it’s what I expected. He’ll spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on stocking a bar to impress the right people, but would never put that poison in his own body. I use silver tongs to drop perfect squares of crystal clear ice into his glass and fill it with Norwegian water. Sourced directly, of course.

“Will that be everything?”

“Yes. Leave us.” He raises a hand and flicks his fingers dismissively.

I nod. “Sir.”

Mason and Tim, Dad’s two bodyguards, watch over everything from the back of the room. Along with them stand a half dozen other stone-faced men, doing the same for their own employers. Mason rolls his eyes subtly as I push the cart their way. I raise my shoulder in a tiny shrug, like “That guy, right? What can you do?”

And it’s true. I knew exactly how this was going to go when Dad informed me I was coming with him. It’s not like I want to sit here and listen to them drone on and on about the Hermes project anyway. Not after what happened after the first demonstration. Not once I realized the impact was going to be so much worse than I imagined.

Sometimes I wonder what my mother would think if she saw how my life was going. Would she feel guilty for essentially selling me off in exchange for a chateau in Austria?

Until I was thirteen, I had a fairly normal life, if you count going to a private international boarding school as normal. It didn’t bother me that Mom was single, but she worked a lot. Dad was completely absent except for his monthly payments, but I knew he was some kind of big shot. My mistake was to think that if I just studied really hard and did well enough in school, at least one of them would have to notice.

It worked, but not exactly how I hoped. One of my teachers contacted Dad, not realizing he wasn’t really part of my life, gushing about my grades and explaining how she thought I would blossom with more advanced tutoring. Knowing him as I do now, I’m almost surprised he even noticed her email, but once in a while something catches his attention, and on that day it was me. The slip-up he’d never met that was costing him an arm and a leg in child support was suddenly very interesting.

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Three rock gods. One accidental Vegas marriage. Zero chance I make it out with my heart intact.

New Year’s Eve in Sin City was supposed to be fun. Champagne, music, maybe a little bad decision-making. But waking up in a luxury suite—naked—with three of rock’s biggest heartbreakers wasn’t part of the plan.
Conal Curran, the wickedly charismatic frontman of the Black Pythons, is beside me, a sinfully sexy smirk on his lips… and a gold band on his finger that matches mine. His equally irresistible brothers, Rafe and Bron, are on my other side, looking every bit the devastating rock icons they are.
Known for their scores of platinum records and insatiable carnal appetites, the only thing bigger than the arenas they play is the size of their … “instruments.”
Apparently, I didn’t just party hard—I married the most notorious trio in the music industry.
The smart thing would be to get a quick annulment. Conal is a legendary womanizer, Rafe’s fingers are known for more than just shredding guitar solos, and Bron plays his drums like he does his women—fast, hard, and with no regrets.
They’re the ultimate temptation, but I’m no groupie. I’ve never even been with a man.
And yet … when I offer Conal an easy dissolution of our so-called marriage so he can continue nailing his hordes of eager fans, he refuses to let me go. And his brothers? They don’t believe in taking turns.
Rafe plays me like his favorite guitar, teasing and tormenting, making me scream and beg for more.
Bron is pure, unrelenting rhythm, dominating his drums like the world is ending—and me like it’s just beginning.
And Conal? He might be the most dangerous of them all—because beneath the rock-star swagger and panty-melting charm, he makes me feel something real.
Just when I start to believe this wild, reckless, impossible love story might actually work… I uncover the truth about why they put a ring on my finger.
Three rock legends are determined to make me theirs.
Now, I have to decide if I’m willing to bet my heart on the most dangerous gamble of all

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HAZEL

Water.

I need water, but I’m not sure I have the strength to get out of bed.

My head is pounding.

I peek through the slits of my eyelids at the ceiling that seems oddly high. It’s still dark, not morning yet. I need water and a Tylenol, or I won’t be able to rest.

Something’s not right, though. This isn’t my bedroom.

A wispy memory surfaces, reminding me that I’m in Las Vegas with my friend Bliss. We checked into a hotel yesterday and we’re sharing a bed, because there weren’t any rooms available with two beds that we could afford.

But when I look to the side, it’s not Bliss who’s beside me.

There’s a bare, muscular, very male arm in my bed, with an equally bare and muscular chest attached. My tired eyes shoot open. I brought a man back to my room? But with just one bed, where’s Bliss?

Slowly, painfully, I turn my head in the other direction and flinch when I see a second man in my bed.

It even hurts to think, but I try. What on earth happened last night, and who are these men?

I return my focus to the ceiling and lie very still as I mine my aching head for memories. Last night was New Year’s Eve. People everywhere. There were bright flashing lights, loud music, … a casino. I was in a casino with Bliss … and some men.

If Bliss was there, nothing too bad could have happened. Right? But I only have fragments. I don’t even remember how we got to the casino from our off-the-Strip bargain hotel.

Limousine. The word and image flash through my brain simultaneously. The impossibly long, sleek car pulled up to the curb as Bliss and I were walking. We stopped to talk to the people in the limo …

More memories emerge from the fog in my mind, slotting into place like missing puzzle pieces, but they can’t be right. No way.

The Curran brothers were in the limo. The three men who make up the core of the hottest rock band in the world, the Black Pythons.

Moving slowly and carefully, I manage to sit up, and the sheet falls away from my body. I’m naked.

As I hurry to cover my chest, I take another look at the man on my right. Conal Curran, devastatingly handsome even while asleep, the dark stubble on his face creating fierce shadows, while his long, nearly-black hair surrounds his head like a halo.

There’s nothing innocent about this man, though. The lead singer’s bad-boy reputation is the stuff of legend.

My eyes trail over his impressively-built chest down to a line of dark brown hair that starts at his belly button and disappears where the sheet barely covers his hips. My breath catches when I spot the shape of something long and thick beneath the sheet—another legend about this man that’s apparently true.

To my left, a man is lying face-down, short hair sticking out in every direction, his broad back like some kind of diagram of ideal muscle definition. Then I catch sight of another man beyond him.

I quickly confirm that I didn’t imagine Conal on my right. Nope. I’m in bed with not one, not two, but three men. I’m naked, and they seem to be naked, too, though the sheet covers their lower bodies, just barely.

This isn’t my hotel room. No way was the bed there big enough for four people, especially when the men are built like this.

Holding my breath, I look past the short-haired man to study the third one. Even in profile, there’s no mistaking Bron, the Pythons’ drummer, with his enviable mane of long brown hair. A thick beard, one that countless women dream of stroking their fingers through, covers the lower part of his manly face. Odds are good the other man beside me is their brother Rafe.

I’m in bed with the Black Pythons, musical geniuses and playboy heartbreakers.

Did I have sex with one of them? With more than one of them?

My head feels horrible, and the rest of my body doesn’t feel much better, but there’s no particular soreness between my legs. Most of last night is still a mystery, though.

Bliss. I need to find Bliss. She was definitely with me last night, and I pray she remembers what happened.

Gingerly, I scoot my body over the sheets, down toward the foot of the bed, careful not to bump the sleeping men who surround me. I’m fully naked without the protection of the bedsheet, but there’s no helping that for this maneuver.

Clothes are scattered on the floor, but I don’t see the blue dress I was wearing. A shimmery, silvery-white fabric catches my eye, and I head straight for it as a wild thought starts buzzing at the back of my brain.

The fabric turns out to be a short dress with wide straps adorned with pearlescent beads. There’s also a pile of white tulle on the floor, but I refuse to acknowledge it.

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