New Year's is the time for new beginnings. I thought I'd gotten that when I visited Texas over Thanksgiving. Then again, very little has changed. I'm still a librarian living in the same house. My daughters are growing up fast. Sure, I've acquired a new best friend who's convinced me it's time to give dating a fair shot. That isn't exactly easy when I'm pregnant with an asshole's baby. But I'm ready to take the plunge into uncharted waters to build a happier life...until a bomb comes along and tests my strength like never before. Nobody f--ks with my family and gets away with it. 

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. 

Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths and lady luck tucked into their back pocket. Then there's people like me, who live to survive. Survive loss. Survive loneliness. Survive the black tar that swallows you whole, stealing everything and anything that could resemble a piece of happiness. They try and fail, try again and fail even harder. Starting life's never ending cycle of wash, rinse, and repeat.

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.

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.

After spending the last 10 years in prison, Zak, former DAMC president, has a few priorities: to reconnect with his “brothers”, to get drunk, and to get laid. Not necessarily in that order. When he spots a stunning woman in the clubhouse and mistakes her for one of the club’s strippers, those priorities get a bit skewed. 

I suppose some of us have to get really dirty before we can become truly clean. I was allegedly South Dakota's most famous Old Lady. Sixteen years ago, I had survived my Old Man's murder. Never again. Never again will I surrender my heart. Never again will I sacrifice to the Club. But that all changed in one night. I came home and crashed into him, and my past and present blew up in my face.

Ana Belle never wanted anything more than to hang up her apron, jump on her Vespa, and ride off into the sunset, leaving Sugartown in the dust. Elijah Cade never wanted anything more than a hot meal, a side of hot arse, and a soft place to lay his head at night where he could forget about his past. But you know what they say about wanting: You always want what you can't have. Nineteen-year-old virgin Ana is about to discover that's not quite true because a six foot three, hotter than hell, tattooed Aussie sex god just rode into town.

I've loved him as long as I can remember. The gangly boy with big brown eyes and unruly hair who grew up into an intoxicating man. He wears scruff like he invented it and ambles with a swagger that makes panties drop. Killian Shepard. Shep. We grew up together. We played Ghost in the Graveyard. Had our own rock band. It didn't matter that he was five years older than me. It didn't matter that he looked at me as a kid sister even as I grew into woman.

I proposed on our first date. She laughed and told me I was insane. Less than a day later, she said yes. It was a whirlwind, but we were happy. Until we got greedy and wanted a family. It was a life I couldn't give her, not for lack of trying. Fertility just wasn't on our side.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who dressed up and went to a big party at the palace. When she was there, she met a prince. They danced and fell in love. Damn good line. Too bad I don’t believe a word of it anymore. My name is Claire Montgomery, and I’m not a princess. I’m a fighter. I worked hard to earn my place on the emergency image repair team for one of the biggest public relations companies in the country. We’ve been called to the renowned Chicago headquarters of Stone Global Corporation, where it’s our job to clean up a heap of the Stone family’s filthiest laundry.

Megan "Meggie" Foy has had a tough life. Her home life is nothing as it seems. Meggie discovers her daddy is gone and now there may be no one to save her and her mother. How will she feel when she finds out the man who killed him is the man she's falling in love with? Can Outlaw get past his demons to truly find love with Meggie and peace with the death of Boss Foy? Alliances will be made, loyalties tested, lives will be lost, but will love conquer all in the world of bikers and revenge?

Sawyer Beckett does everything full throttle - he's fiercely loyal to his friends, always the life of the party, and impossible for the parade of women in and out of his bedroom to forget. Surrounded by true love and happily ever afters, Sawyer's not sure if he's enhancing the what-ifs in his head or if the goddess onstage that night really is worth the search and nagging in his chest. At the most inopportune moment possible, Emmett Young comes "skipping" back into his life...and for the first time, Sawyer is the one left wanting more.

At fifteen I fell in love. His name was Jake Stephens and he took the abandoned, lonely girl I had been and made me whole. His love was a pure and unconditional love that made every day better than the last; a fairy tale of my very own. But this story isn't about Jake. It's about Abel Madden; the man I meet after the fairy tale goes to hell. A cocky, arrogant man who says what he wants, does as he pleases, and makes no excuses for it. He irritates me--downright pisses me off at times--but he also brings me back to life.

I didn't expect to see her again. I didn't expect to want her the way that I do. I didn't expect to peel back all of her perfectly controlled layers. Or for her to see through mine. Emma f--king Winchester. She's the little sister of my ex-best friend, Forrest. She's off limits like tempting forbidden fruit, and I'm the snake slithering through the grass. She ignites a fire in me. One I can't explain. One I sure as f--k can't control. It's raw and primal. She's sweet, and I am not. She's pure, and I'm broken.