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Even before her father's death, Kelly Everhart always knew Logan Teller was someone she could rely on. Now he's taken over the Black Rabbit tattoo shop and brought her along with him. And while Kelly still finds her former crush and current mentor hot as hell, they're firmly in the friendzone. Or so she thinks . . .

A few months ago, we danced. We flirted. I've never wanted a woman more. But she was too young for me. Too unguarded. Wide-eyed college girls with curves for days don't end up with possessive bikers that have blood on their hands. Somehow, I found the strength to push her away. Now she's back, walking into my tattoo shop and asking another man to put his mark on her skin. Over my dead body. If she gets inked, it'll be by my hand or no one's. My bad boy biker rep might not match with her sunshine. But I know we belong together, so this time I'm not letting her go.

As Ink watched his president fall for a woman, he was thrilled to realize that he was sure he had found his, too. Even better news is that the two women are best friends. Everything looks to be perfect. Or it does until Ink realizes Alisse isn't willing to give him the time of day. He's spent months trying to get her to give him a chance. She keeps shooting him down with allegations of him being a man who can't commit to one woman. She accuses him of only wanting conquests, not a real, lasting relationship.

I finally went to get a tattoo. It was supposed to be a beautiful white lily, but the big, grumpy tattoo artist had something else in mind. Only, he didn't freaking tell me before he got started. When it's time for the big reveal, I don't see a pretty flower; I see his name tattooed across the back of my shoulder. He says I'm his. That I'm his mate. My friends tell him to go to hell. That we're suing. But this grouchy beast isn't shaken. He doesn't care one bit and keeps saying that he's marked me, so I belong to him now.

I thought that my biggest problem was a curse that turned me into a golden retriever instead of a wolf. Then I accidentally took on a second curse that bound my fate to that of the world’s. If I die, everyone else goes down in flames too. Ragnarök is now in my hands. Great. Talk about pressure I don’t need. Did I mention everyone trying to kill me? My mate. My brothers. My mother. What a clusterfluck. Add in Loki, Freya, and a host of the Norse pantheon to the mix, each one trying to manipulate me to follow their own plans, and you’ve got a recipe for chaos. What’s a girl to do?