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Bella: Meeting him was a fluke. Dating him was a mistake. Watching him become a drug addict put me through hell. Running was my only option. Jackson: I'm running from my demons and when I find out she's trying to escape her past, I know what I have to do. One broken cop. One woman fighting for her life. A fragile love. Sinister secrets that threaten to tear them apart. They've been to hell. The hard part will be finding their way back together.

Includes books one through five of the Kings of Hell MC series: Laurent and the Beast, My Dark Knight, On Your Knees, Prospect, Gray's Shadow, and In the Arms of the Beast. 

My parents made a deal with the devil, and now I’m a Hell Fae captive. Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive. Because only survivors earn their mates. It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride. I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit. But because of a bargain, he owns me. Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm. Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride-trial games.

It’s been 14 years since the gateway to Hell opened, and life as I knew it ended. I managed to survive the Wilds, but now I have a chance to build a better world for all Wilders. Unfortunately, it means working with the demons I’ve always considered my enemies. Joining with the demons wouldn’t be a horrible prospect, except it means dealing with Corson. Somehow, the irritating demon gets under my skin until I’m not sure if I want to kiss him or kill him.

His name is Jack… but I’m the real Ripper. Jaxon Clémont knows who I am. Why else would a monster leave petals like breadcrumbs? Send love letters straight from Hell? He’s stalking me, taunting me, chasing me into the darkness. He knows where I sleep, eat, and even where I live. He’s a brilliant surgeon and a billionaire, untouchable in every way, with a soul-sucking gaze and a predatory smile. And he knows my deep, dark secret. But I won’t go softly into the night.

It has been 13 years since the war started, the bombs were dropped, and the central states became a thing of the past. When the war ended, a wall was erected to divide the surviving states from those destroyed. I never expected to go beyond the wall, but unlike all the others who volunteered to go, I wasn't given a choice. With a dim knowledge of what I could do, the soldiers came for me. They took me beyond the wall where I learned that the truth is far more terrifying than I'd ever dreamed.

I'm a private investigator and not by choice. I dreamed of becoming a police officer my entire life, made the dream reality, and had it taken away by a shoulder injury. Now, I'm snapping pictures of cheating husbands and wives, tracking down people who don't want to be found, and basically working one worthless case after another while trying to make ends meet. Enter Catch Xavier Moon, a dangerous criminal. He's hot and sexy and his world is crime, drugs, and women. 

Blade has a motorcycle club to run, and he doesn’t need a turf war on his hands. When a beautiful young man with haunted eyes walks into his bar, Blade’s protective instincts roar to the surface. The kid clearly isn’t made for MC life, but once Blade has had a taste, he can’t let go.

When I find myself face-to-face with Lucifer, I realize what he wants from me could annihilate Hell and Earth. I would do anything for those I love, but with the fate of the world resting on my shoulders, I’m not sure I can stop him from destroying us all.

Standing at the edge of the gateway, I understand two things. One, I have no idea what I’m doing. Two, the gateway to Hell is not closing. Now, there may be only one option left to me, to all of us. I may have to enter the one place I’d hoped to avoid throughout this journey. I may have to enter Hell. Unfortunately, a change in events takes the choice away from me.

I grew up in Hell’s Ankhor, and even though I’m 25, they all still see me as Ankh and Priest’s kid. Especially Gunnar. The Sargent has known me for years and watched me grow up. I would give anything to have him see me as the man I’ve become, instead of the scrawny boy I used to be, but it’s never going to happen. I need to face the fact that Gunnar will never be mine, but when a devastating revelation sweeps through the club and cuts me to the core, he’s the one I turn to.

They called her the devil’s child. From birth, Assisi Lastra was raised on fear, shame, and whispered prayers meant to cleanse her soul. But Sisi never asked to be saved. She only wanted to be seen. And then she met Vlad. A monster. A living weapon trained to destroy, not to love. She thought she could save him, but instead, he broke her trust and ripped her soul apart. And then he left. But monsters don’t know how to stay away from the light they crave. Vlad comes back a man changed.

Rose Gardner feels responsible for the death of a woman she tried - and failed - to save with her visions, and though she intends to do the “right” thing and tell James Malcolm she can’t possibly accept his offer of a relationship, she hasn’t yet mustered the strength. Worst of all, her sister is terminally ill, and there isn’t a thing she can do to save her. When a new case falls into Rose’s lap, she eagerly shifts her attention to someone else’s problems - except it’s Henryetta, and every person, and problem, is somehow connected.

Was it a sin to hate the dead? It was something I had pondered many times over the past ten months. Although it wasn't why I required medication to sleep at night. I wasn't truly concerned about the level of darkness that resided in my soul. It was the images of the night I had watched a bullet take down the boy I had loved most of my life. Seeing the life leave his body, the way his eyes had gone void. It haunted me. Even now that I knew he'd betrayed me. That what I thought had been real had all been a lie. Crosby Cash had been in love, alright, just not with me.

River: As the perilous journey across a country I’d long thought destroyed begins, I don’t know who I am anymore or what I’m becoming. My abilities grow stronger with each passing day, as does the fear of what comes next. All I know is that I will do anything to avoid becoming like Lucifer, and to protect those I love, even if that means protecting them from me.

Living with the three men who ruined me in high school was supposed to be temporary, a refuge from the trafficking ring hunting me. But that was before I fell into their web of passion and danger.

Marissa: I didn't want this life. But sometimes you're forced to make the best of the crappy hand you've been dealt. I wanted to teach my daughter that. No matter what happens you face your problems head-on. Never cower. Never give up. Then someone took her and I had to put my faith in a system that had failed me, and my hope in a man I didn't know.

Enormous, commanding, and hotter than sin, Copper is the only man Shell has ever wanted. Even as a young teen, when it was impossible and taboo to capture the attention of a grown man, she longed for him. For years, Shell clung to the dream of turning 18 and finally being noticed by the Hell’s Handlers’ rough and gruff president...Shell will do anything for Copper, even tear out her own heart and confront the most agonizing parts of her past. But will she be too late to save her dream? Will she be too late to save Copper?

We’ll never run away. There won’t be stars or a blue sky filled with heaven staring down on us. All we have is death and destruction. A life sentence, forced to survive within the absence of our love. Until five years later. “Death isn’t waiting for Calder—it’s listening for his instruction."

There isn’t a person in the world who hasn’t committed a sin. Some sins are worse than others, but seven of them are deadly. But those seven worst of the worst? They’re what drive Saints Purgatory MC to keep fighting. Grim… They call me Grim, short for Grim Reaper. My President is the judge, my club the jury, and I’m the executioner. I may be different from my brothers, but death and destruction doesn’t give a damn about that. Our victims all bleed the same. As the enforcer for Saints Purgatory MC, I’m perfect because I can’t hear anyone scream for mercy, not that I would show any.