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Everything I've always wanted is mine for the taking. My uncle makes me an offer I can't refuse—marry Camila Castro, youngest daughter of the most powerful drug lord in Mexico, seal our shaky alliance, and then rule the Five Families. It's the chance to reclaim my birthright and lead my family.

Cyril, Isaac, Ashe, Ezra, and Arlo call themselves the Lost Boys, and they’re just one branch of a "family" that rules everything in the city I grew up in. They’re the bad guys, in every sense of the word, and they don’t care who knows it. Worse? They want to show me all of their sharp, bloody edges. After a vacation gone wrong, the Lost Boys tell me that they’re the only reason I made it out alive.

I fell in love with them thirty-five million heartbeats apart and an ocean away. One shaped me at the scratch of a pen and the other remade me with the strum of a note. And the truth is that I loved them both, desperately. I never foresaw our worlds colliding. How the past and present would crash together and leave us with nothing but a blinding kaleidoscope of pain. How the threads of all of our fates were already so inextricably intertwined from the moment of those first meetings.

War has come to Sterling Falls. The guys and I are scattered. Finding them is the first step. Freeing them of their chains is the next. Labeled a fugitive, I'm hunted for a rebellion I haven't even begun to lead. But I will lead it. I fell in love with this city. I won't let it fall into chaos so easily. A calm façade blankets the city. Underneath it, the gangs are at each other's throats. Not everyone is glad I'm back in Sterling Falls. And some would kill to keep me out.

Boston Hawks left wing and bad boy personified, Easton is untouchable, reckless, and sexier than any one man ought to be. He has a complicated past, makes questionable life choices, and doesn't want anyone growing too close. Least of all me. East makes himself clear on his first day out of rehab, when we become reluctant roommates. At best, I'm angling for friendship. But soon, East is lowering his guard and we're bonding. When we cross a line there's no coming back from, he spirals, jeopardizing his recovery and my heart.

Tate Grimes: When people hear biker, they assume trouble. That's not me or my MC. I'm a respected pediatric surgeon. I just happen to like the road at my back, the wind in my face, and the MC brotherhood. My job and the MC are all I want. Until Samara blows into my life and changes everything. She's a fierce warrior determined to save her niece. And she thinks I'm the surgeon for the job. I've never mixed business with pleasure. But the rules no longer apply.

"They branded me as a thief - but with everything at stake, they'll soon find out I'm a fighter." Sterling Falls is a dark, gothic reverse harem romance series with enemies to lovers, romantic suspense, and new adult themes. Fighter is book two in the Sterling Falls Series and a continuation of Thief - it is not a stand-alone.

Ming would’ve loved to finish her residency in peace, having nothing to do with bossy, possessive bikers. But that just wasn’t an option—not after her friends dragged her into MC business. Now, the only way out is to find who is responsible for bringing Fentanyl-laced drugs into her hospital...and to keep her mind (and hands) off a certain broody, sexy biker.

Relationships bring pain. Anna’s ex taught her that lesson. But unfortunately, her past isn’t content to stay in the past anymore. With her dangerous ex stalking her, now more than ever, she can’t afford to fall for anyone. Not even the man she’s been longing for since she first moved into the MC’s clubhouse.

Rat’s MC took down one cartel leader. Now, his five brothers are coming for them. They need alliances fast. Teaming with the Italians and the Bratva could solve the problem. But those guys? They don’t exactly get along.

Truly Reid has loved the same man since she was eight years old—William Pellman, or Roch, as he’s known by the Royal Bastards MC. But she’s not eight anymore. She’s eighteen, and she’s ready for him to notice her. The only problem is that he still sees her as the little girl who gave him a beaded hummingbird charm when he came to tell her that his best friend, her father, was dead. Roch knows what Truly’s trying to do with her attention-seeking. But he doesn’t think his black heart is worthy of anyone’s love, especially hers.

Dallas Shaw is a "no strings" kind of guy. Voted NHL's sexiest goalie two years in a row, he's the league's biggest playboy. But when a pretty blonde crashes into his life, what was supposed to be a one night stand turns Dallas' whole world upside down. When he wakes up alone the morning after...

Noah Scotch is revered in Boston, a veritable god on the ice. I’m a nerdy, newly minted college professor who would rather color code my planner than hit the club scene. Noah shouldn’t look at me twice but when he does, I falter. Who can blame me? The sweet talker with the deliciously chiseled abs and sinful chocolate eyes is a force. On and off the ice. One hot and intense night with Noah has me second guessing my lack of a dating life. Friends with benefits? He offers, I dive in headfirst.

What is a life? A collection of memories? A series of glorious highs and heartrending lows? Is it a purpose, cumulative or singular? Or is it something more? Something beyond what is tangible or immaterial? Something beyond even what is found within us. Is it a million little touches? A thousand laughing smiles? Hundreds of shed tears and dozens of stolen kisses on a few desperate sighs? Is it the thread of yourself that you leave behind in those around you? The lives you're unknowingly fated to change simply by existing.

Maybe, if we met at another time - another life - he could’ve been mine. Maybe, if I were older. Maybe, if he wasn’t my brother’s best friend. Maybe, if he wasn’t my teacher. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Having my dirty little secret living down the hall had me obsessing over alternate endings and happily ever afters. I’d never wanted someone so badly, but his hot and cold behavior was giving me emotional whiplash.

The playboy and the girl next door. Best friends since forever. This was only supposed to be a wedding season as each other's plus-one, nothing more. But Callan Black has his hands on me, his eyes on me, and has suddenly become very possessive of me. Callan is the guy I've crushed on since I was a teen. It's totally unrequited. He's got a type, and I'm not it. Except, lately, there's been lots of stolen glances and time spent together. My life is unraveling, and Callan is the one who's there to help me pick up the pieces.

I've been watching my MC brothers drop like flies. One-by-one they've been finding their soulmates while I twiddle my thumbs waiting for the universe to take mercy on me. I thought I was destined to spend my life alone until the sassy little schoolteacher blasts into my life and gives me a run for my money. One look at her luscious curves and I know my single days are coming to an end. It won't be easy to convince Oakley Webb to take a wild ride with me, but I'll do whatever it takes to make her mine. Forever.

To say I'm p*ssed off when my brother orders me to marry some girl I've never even met is an understatement. I'm beyond livid. I colorfully express my views on the matter to my MC brother over breakfast, and the new waitress in town takes offense. And pours a pitcher of ice-cold water in my lap. At that moment, I discover the notorious Silver Spoon Falls water works through denim. The ticked off little waitress steals my heart on the spot then disappears before my blown mind has time to react. That's okay, I'll find my curvy little peach and make her mine. Even if it means getting disowned.

I've always been the quiet brother in my MC. I prefer my bike and my computers to most people. Until I set eyes on Scarlett Crawford, the curvy new clerk at Gatsby Books. Now, I'm spending all my time looking for reasons to stalk the bookshop. When I find out someone is harassing my woman, all bets are off. And whoever is bothering her will answer to me and my MC.

I’m broken. I’m well aware of this singular fact of my life. Even as I stitch up patients, correcting their imperfections, I know that there is no cosmetic surgery that will fix what’s broken inside of me. Which is why I don’t let anyone get too close. I learned early on, most people can’t be trusted. The ones who were entrusted with protecting you can do the most harm. So I deal with life the only way I learned how. I fight. On the days when work gets to me, or the memories from my past become too much, I head to the Underground.