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These men don't build bridges.... They bury bodies. I wasn't looking for his kind of trouble.... It found me anyway. Tall. Dark. Addictive. He unravels me with his ferocity. Melts me with his touch.

When I agreed to let Rome be my fake boyfriend on a work trip, I didn’t think acting like a couple would be that complicated.

He caught me spying on my enemies and could've had me killed. Instead, he says he wants to help. To give me a future, freedom, and most of all, revenge. I want that, too. I want everything he has to give…even though I know he’s hiding something.

He protected me from danger and became my biggest threat. He's my defender. My savior. A brutally determined man with a cocky smirk and an equally cocky attitude. Broad. Strong. Focused. He seduces me with his flirtation. Warms me with his care. But he's hiding something. There are ulterior motives beyond his concern for my security. A thirst for more than my safekeeping.

In a moment of weakness I sent out a cry for help—one that was answered by my estranged brother’s right-hand man. A murderer. A butcher. He storms into my life with his expensive suit pockets full of sedatives and cable ties in case I don’t approve of his form of protection. Let me assure you, I don’t. But when my world falls apart and I have nowhere else to go, I’m forced to escape with him.

He caught me spying on my enemies and could've had me killed. Instead, he says he wants to help. To give me a future, freedom, and most of all, revenge. I want that, too. I want everything he has to give…even though I know he’s hiding something.

Keenan’s hard stare is arrogant and unapologetic. The quirk of his sensuous lips is cocky and in control. But there’s more. There’s something deeper he’s trying to hide behind those steely grey eyes—a slight hint of vulnerability which captures her intrigue.

He's the stereotypical bad boy. Tatts, demons, and an attitude to match. And she's the bright ray of sunshine who pulled him from the darkness. They're best friends but they've never met. Their bond is unbreakable, despite living on opposite sides of the world. Until a flippant invitation to her birthday tempts Blake to go in search of his angel.

They say love hurts—but they never mentioned it could make you bleed. His deceit was like wine. I drank it in. Let it intoxicate me. But he’s not the man I fell for.

What do you get when you mix a rock band as hot as Reckless Beat, women strong enough to capture several of the bad boys’ hearts, and a bet that sparks a competitive streak? Boundaries will be pushed, alcohol will be abused, and loads of sarcasm will be shared.

Nobody does sheltered quite like Alana. Raised on a secluded retreat for women, she knows a lot about emotional upheaval and very little about men. Which makes things awkward when she turns up to her first rock concert and the lead guitarist is peering down at her as if he's going to devour her for the encore performance.

I was stolen. Hidden. Trapped in a hell beyond salvation. Until him. Luca. The man who changed everything with his fierce loyalty and vow of protection. What he promises is something I gave up on long ago. And yet here I am, falling under the spell of a reality I crave. I want him to save me. I need it.

Luca dragged me from hell and delivered me to salvation. At least that's what I thought. I hoped this would be a new life. A fresh start. But the pain followed. I'm certain the monsters did, too. I'm told it's paranoia. Trauma. PTSD.

I was stolen. Hidden. Trapped in a hell beyond salvation. Until him. Luca. The man who changed everything with his fierce loyalty and vow of protection. I shouldn't trust him.

I fell for the enemy. A man whose actions resembled the devil so closely it was sickening. But I learned from my mistakes. At least I thought I had. Until I’m tempted back into his life with a case I can’t refuse. Cole Torian needs my help. And I’m unable to deny him. This time, I voluntarily put my career on the line. Along with my safety. My heart. My sanity.

I fell for the enemy. A man whose actions resemble the devil so closely it frightens me. We were meant to hate each other. To despise and detest. But his appeal is so much greater than the playboy smile and body built for sin.