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Think you know what it's like being a baller's girl? You don't. My fairy tale is upside down. A happily never after. I kissed the prince and he turned into a fraud. I was a fool, and his love—fool's gold. Now there's a new player in the game, August West. One of the NBA's brightest stars. Fine. Forbidden. He wants me. I want him. But my past, my fraudulent prince, just won't let me go.

Raised to resist. Bred to fight. Survival is in my blood and surrender is never an option. Though surrender is what Maxim Cade demanded of my body and heart, I had other plans. We were fast-burning fascination and combustible chemistry, but the man I trusted with everything was a trickster. A thief who stole my love. If what we had was a lie, why did it feel so real? The man I swore to hate will have it all, and wants me at his side. But power is a game, and we're the pawns and players. Facing insurmountable odds, will we win the world, or will we lose it all?

My path takes me far from home and paints me as the black sheep. At odds with my father, I'm determined to build my own empire. I have rules, but Lennix Hunter is the exception to every one of them. From the moment we meet, something sparks between us. But my family stole from hers, and my father is the man she hates most. I lied to have her and will do anything to keep her. Though she tries to hate me, too, the inexorable pull between us will not be denied. And neither will I.

Contains books one, two, and three of the Deliver series. She is a Deliverer. She lures young men and delivers them to be sold. She delivers the strikes that enforce their obedience. She delivers the training that determines their purchase price. As long as she delivers, the arrangement that protects her family will hold. The one thing she can't deliver is a captive from slavery. Until him. And her stubborn slave thinks he can deliver her...from herself.

The first time I saw him, he entranced me and offered to help me forget my broken engagement. The second time was on a blind date with no last names and undeniable passion. The third time, I was eight months pregnant with his baby that he knew nothing about. This time, he's not letting me walk away so easily.

Samantha...I had the perfect life; a husband who loved me and two kids who were my world. But then someone else answered his phone, and my perfect life shattered. When he died, I was left with answers he couldn't give me and a box full of lies. He left me broken. Blake...I fell in love when I was 15, knowing she was the one. For five years, she was my everything - my every breath, every heartbeat, every thought. She made me promise to move on and love again, but I broke those promises because I can't move on.

One: We’re alive, for now. Two: Gavriel’s totally lost control. Three: Santobello is hunting us. Four: Someone will die.

When Jackson finds himself in a situation with an old college fling and his new fiancé, complicated feelings arise. Can he handle being with two people?

Summer Bright is just a name on a tombstone. A whispered mystery on the long-forgotten Woodbury Lane. Her ghost teases me with fear and perfection. She knows I'm not strong enough to do what I should've done years ago. The Bullets are united once more, bonded by their demand for blood. There's a vulnerability in their friendship though. Gavriel craves control. Blaise fears losing me. Ryker fights his guilt. Callum's moral compass will get us killed. Chesterbrook may be where the old me died, but it's also where I learned that hell isn't a place.

Sunshine. It's a nickname I haven't heard since I lived on Woodbury Lane, where the houses were pretty, but the secrets? Deadly. It was a pet name known only to the Bullets. Rough, violent, and ruthless, they laid claim to the town - and my heart. I wasn't supposed to fall for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks‚ especially not four of them. But they were the only ones who understood that sometimes hell hides in plain sight.

Her life is like a prison cell. A self-made, to-hell-with-the-free-world existence that locks from the inside. Stop judging. Her agoraphobia doesn’t define her. It simply keeps her safe.

I never wanted to be a cowboy - living in a small town was suffocating. The military was my out. I saw every place I ever wanted and everything that nightmares are made of...until I almost lost my life and ended up back home.

Never make the same mistake twice is my motto. After being left in the dust of an old pickup truck, I promised that I would take care of myself and never trust another man with a sexy smirk and cowboy boots. Then he showed up, and he’s everywhere I turn, making me want something I shouldn’t.

Being a cowboy is in my blood, just like my father, and his father before him. Except unlike my father the only thing that interested me were my horses. I was the quiet one, the one who stood in the back and watched things unfold. Until I found her fighting for her life. Something inside me shifted. I couldn’t stop it, I fell in love with her. Even though I knew, in the end, she would leave me.

Coming back home was supposed to be normal - not that my life had ever been normal, but it was getting there. Then I opened the door and found a man, broken, bloodied, and fighting for his life. I don’t know why, but I said I would take care of him. I had to - needed to. He was a mystery, showing up from out of nowhere. But he might have already stolen my heart.