Anne Malcom

I did not set out to be a mafia wife. I came into this home, into this life as a hostage. He was nothing more than my captor. A murderer. A criminal. A monster. Until he was more than that. He took me as payment for a debt. Nothing more than a pawn in an intricate game of lies, manipulation and death. He saw the darkness in me. It called to him. Just like his wretched soul called to me. He was king of the underworld. And he wanted me to be his queen. But despite how much the most depraved parts of me wanted that crown, I knew I only had one option. Take the Catalano family down. Or die trying.

(Alternate cover edition of ASIN B01EDDUAAO.) Life is counted in tiny breaths, ones that measure the length of your existence. Life stole the ability to make those breaths easy when Lily was nine years old. Turned her quiet. Made her curl into herself, and shut out a world that threatened to bury her under its weight. The end of her world is what brings him back—her biker. His chocolate eyes pierce her soul while his club tempts her with a life that she didn’t know she could ever have. Especially not when she was clutching the tattered remains of her existence, and with a weight bearing down on her which makes her unfit for the role of Old Lady. Asher changes that. He wants to set about repairing it, repairing her and her broken world. The problem is, even his strong shoulders can’t carry the burden of her sorrow. Asher doesn’t take no for an answer. She may have given him her heart three years ago, but never in her wildest dreams would she imagine she had possessed his for the same amount of time. Just when it seems like she may be able to ride off into the horizon, the world isn’t quite finished trying to rob her of breath. Of life. Editor: Kaylene Osborn

He collected beautiful things. Rare things. Ripped them out of their natural environment and preserved them in all of their dead splendor. The problem was I wasn't beautiful. I was all of the hideous and ugly realities of the world packaged into one broken human being. He came to kill me. That was his business. Death. He ripped me out of my natural environment, the prison I'd created, and locked me away with all of his beautiful dead things. I hated him. I still hate him. But if I was given the choice and the ability to leave this cage, come back to life, I'd stay dead. In all of my hideous splendor. Because my murderer can only possess dead things. And I can only be possessed by someone more broken and ugly than me.

Gina: Freshly brewed tea. Earl Grey, loose leaf. Rain on the windowsills. The smell of library books. Escape into worlds greater than this. Solitude. Invisibility. A quiet life. Maybe boring, but boring was never dangerous. Until I saw what I was missing out on. Who I was missing out on. The man who shattered my boring, safe life and lay it to ruin. The man I’d been in love with since I was a teenager. Who I’d been invisible to since I was a teenager. The man who just happened to be a world-famous rock star. Sam: Whisky. Neat. Leave the bottle. Crowd of hundreds of people. No, make it thousands. All shouting my name. Live fast. Die... Die? I’m too young, too famous and far too badass to die. Death doesn’t happen when you stop breathing, it’s what happens before that. Death is the monotony of life. The grave? Well, all the greats live there. You’re not a rock star until you die before you’re thirty. The grave doesn't bother me. Just the quiet. That is death in the life of rock. But then... her. She’d been there all along and I’d been too blind, too obsessed with the fast, loud life to realize where the real Nirvana lay. In the silence. Even the grave couldn’t hold me if I didn’t get her. And I’m a rock star. And a badass. And as stubborn as I am good-looking. I know how to get what I want. I also know how to kill anyone who gets in my way.

My job is to break Piper Matthews.But to leave her breathing afterward.An important distinction, since I don’t walk away from a job without blood on my hands.That’s how I like it. How it needs to be.I’m comfortable with death. Pain. Cruelty.No conscience troubled me when I took Piper Matthews deep into the Appalachian woods, intending on fracturing her mind, destroying her.I never imagined she would destroy me instead.With her smile. Her laughter. Her forgiving heart that isn’t mine to take.The heart she gives me despite my blackened soul.My mangled, ruined heart beats only for her. And the feral beast inside of me will tear apart all those who think they can hurt her.Now my job is to take down the man who employed me to break her so the could own her.No one in this world will own Piper. No one will hurt her.Because that pleasure is reserved solely for me.

My story isn’t unique. Isn’t rare. Which is, I guess, what makes it so sad. The story about a girl who falls in love with the wrong man, lured by tender gazes, devoted promises and gentle touches. The gentle touches disappear and she’s held captive with ugly insults and brutal beatings. It’s common, this story. My past. I can’t change the past. I wouldn’t even if I could. The ugliness of my past gave me a future worth living for. Worth dying for. It gave me a reason to fight. To escape. That was my mistake. Thinking girls like me could have a choice. I wasn’t given many promises in my life that weren’t broken, but chaos is a constant promise, always kept, never broken. He comes amongst the chaos. Amongst the ugly. He doesn’t promise a way out. He definitely doesn’t promise peace. But he gives me the opportunity for a different ending to my story.

I don't know what it's like to feel. To hurt. The ability was stolen from me in my youth. I consider that theft a gift. Feelings got in the way when you were building an empire. Amassing power. I had the empire. I had the power. One moment in an alley changed everything. What took over a decade to amass was snatched away in a second. He killed for me. But he didn't save me.

People make love seem complicated. Intricate. Novels try to capture its intensity; music tries to rein in its soul. I’ve read every novel I could. I’ve lived and breathed every song that I could listen to. The sounds fill my unquiet mind. Then he came. Killian. He brought with him the beauty of silence that echoes through my soul and showed me love isn’t complicated. It’s simple. Beautiful. Some say love at first sight doesn’t exist, that you can’t find your soul mate at sixteen years old. Those are people rooted in reality, chained to the confines of life that dictates how you are meant to think. Killian broke those chains. He broke everything, shattered it so I can see that reality is overrated, that daydreams can somehow come to life. My life tumbled into darkness in the time after I met him, so dark I’m not sure I’ll ever see the light again. But he is always at my side. His life means he knows how to navigate the dark and he can lead me out. I wade through the darkness with him at my side. We’ll be together forever; I’m certain of that. Until I’m not. Note: This is book one of two. Killian and Lexie's story does not end here and will be continued in a following book.

I may be the villain of the story, but at least I get a leading role. Evil is a term thrown around history and literature as if it's something so easily definable. A concept to fight against. Evil doesn’t exist. Neither does ‘good.’ Vampires do, though. I just happen to be one. I’ve cruised through the centuries managing to avoid all the wars, supernatural and human, but still going to all the best parties. I would say I avoided bloodshed, but it’s kind of part of the whole ‘vampire’ thing. I’ve lived on the fringes of a society that considered cruelty and sadism favorable character traits for almost five hundred years. Now I'm in the middle of a war that might just put my nonbeating heart in a lot of danger. Battles, I can handle. The impossible attraction between me and the vampire slayer, not to mention the penetrating gaze of the king of our race, on the other hand? I might not get out undead.

Amy Abrams doesn’t do love. Nor does she do emotional attachments, unless you count the connection she has with designer handbags. She grew up in an Upper East Side penthouse, which had about as much affection within its tastefully decorated walls as Castle Dracula. Her family is the precise reason why she points her red-soled heels firmly in the opposite direction of that dreaded four-letter word. Then it happens. Love. It comes right out of the blue and knocks her off her six-inch heels. She learns that love comes with pesky side effects such as heartbreak, which seriously messes with the complexion. Amy promises herself that she’ll never open herself to that horrible feeling again. She doesn’t count on an infuriating, albeit drool-worthy biker to roar into her life and ruin the plans she had of locking up her heart. She keeps her distance, wary of the sinfully sexy biker whose tattoos should read Warning - dangerous alpha male, will screw up your life. Amy may be an Upper East Side princess but she wasn’t looking for Prince Charming. She wouldn’t mind the name of his hair stylist, though. Brock certainly isn’t a knight in shining armor, but he consumes her, body and soul. Drama pulls them apart; danger will bring them back together. When Amy is threatened Brock is there ready to save her life. Her heart is another story.

Don't judge a book by its cover, that's how the saying goes, right? It's meant to stop people from judging others based on appearances, first impressions. Because people are often a lot more-or usually, lot less-than they appear. That is not the case with me. What you see is what you get. What you see a club whore for the Sons of Templar MC. Big tits, blonde hair, pretty face. Not much else. I serve a purpose. I might not be doing the Lord's work. In fact, I'm probably doing the Devil's. But I'm okay with that. The Devil claimed me a long time ago, when he hollowed out my insides and burned everything than made me more than I appeared. What I was before, who I was before, it's nothing more than ashes. I made a life from the ruins. It's ugly and empty. But it's mine. Until Christmas Eve. Then my ugly life is no longer empty. And my hollow heart no longer belongs to me.

Darkness asked her to dance. It started with a cold stare. An arrangement. A deal with a devil in a bespoke suit. He was wicked. Cruel. No sane person would fall in love with him. But sanity abandoned her the second she agreed to be his. She chose to take his hand. It started with a white dress. With ocean eyes. With a woman he had to have, even though he had no business touching her porcelain skin. She was never meant to enter his world. He dragged her in anyway. It was meant to be about his twisted, selfish desires. She gave him a glimpse of the man he could’ve been had the world not turned him into a monster. He led her into the abyss. There, in the darkness, she learned wicked things. He knew he’d ruin her life, loving her. So he lied. Like the sinner he was, he broke her gentle, precious heart. Like only a devil could. But the dance had to end.

Librarian note: This is an alternate-cover edition for ASIN B00WRO3R48 Gwen Alexandra does not need a man in her life. Especially not a man who looks like Chris Hemsworth and Joe Manganiello's love child. One wearing leather, riding a Harley, and covered in tattoos. Gwen can bet every pair of her Manolos that Cade Fletcher is trouble. From the moment she meets him, the attraction sizzles between them. Gwen has a problem when it comes to attractive men in motorcycle clubs. The last one she got involved with almost killed her. After healing physically, Gwen decides to get a new start in a small town, half a country away from the man who nearly cost her her life. She isn't in town five minutes when she runs into Cade, a man that is too sexy and dangerous for his own good. She tries to keep away from him, to ignore the attraction between them. But the biker has other ideas, soon she is in way over her head. Her heart, and her life are in danger once again.

Marrying Kip Goodman was a last resort. But she was desperate. Desperate enough to marry a man she despised. All she had to do was get through the year married to a cocky alpha male who only thought of women as notches on his bedpost. She had her reasons. So did he. They had to lie to their friends and families, try to survive a year with each other. It was that simple. Until it became clear she had to resist him. Because Kip Goodman wasn’t who she thought he was. And that was dangerous.

He's world famous. The most eligible bachelor in Hollywood. Owns the stage and thousands of hearts around the world. The bassist of Unquiet Mind. Rock royalty. But he's none of that to me. To me, he's just Wyatt. The teenager I met in my best friend's garage. I promised him he'd never get into my bed or into my heart. It turns out I lied.

Everyone’s rock bottom is different.For Willow Watson, it’s moving back to New Hope, Colorado.The town she promised herself she’d never set foot in again. The place she’s forced to go back to when she has nothing left.Nothing but the family she abandoned.And now she’s back.But hitting rock bottom isn’t just about losing everything and being forced back to the small town rife with mountains, rugged beauty and awful memories.No, rock bottom includes entering town limits and realizing that the man she’s hated for years, Brody Adams, her high school bully, is now the sheriff.And he doesn’t remember her.Willow is making sure she steers clear of Brody Adams. Until the night he rescues her in a snowstorm and she’s trapped with him, her memories and the realization that she doesn’t just hate Brody Adams.She wants him too.

Living a life in darkness causes the soul to char to ash. Battling demons by turning himself into a monster is the only way he can survive...the only way he can keep a grip on sanity. That grip is precarious at best, every day is a silent battle with demons that threaten to yank him into the truest form of darkness, the abyss he’ll never escape. Then it happens. Light shines through the cracks. Happiness. Mia Spencer’s life is full of it. She has an amazing new job, friends, family, and the light of her life - her daughter Lexie. Running from the demons of the past, escaping a hell that she vowed Lexie would never know about, she worked through hardship and near poverty to create something she was proud of. Buried deep inside, underneath the swell of love she had for her only daughter, were the fractured pieces of her. Pieces that were smashed and battered when she was young and vulnerable. Then she meets Bull, who seems to hate her on sight. He screams danger, from his huge physique, to his beautiful ink, to the motorcycle club he belongs to. He is silent, his glares threaten to burn her into flames, yet she finds herself falling for him. Finds this broken man slowly fixing the pieces she thought would stay shattered forever.

My life’s not easy. I’ll tell you that now. It’s not neat. I don’t fit into society the way most people expect me to and I don’t color studiously between the lines, outside the lines is where I reside. The fringes of society is where I found my place, with the Sons of Templar MC. The life they lived gave me everything I wanted, and everything I needed. Most importantly, it gave me something I’d been lacking for over a decade—family. A place to belong. Club girl—that was my title. There were other words for what I was, but I preferred the less derogatory version. Sure, I’d love to be an Old Lady. It’s the dream. But, as someone who escaped into fantasy worlds when life got too much, I knew the difference between dreams and reality. I had resigned myself to the fact, I’d always belong to the club. It didn’t mean I didn’t crave one man in particular to claim me. To put me on the back of his bike and ride off into the sunset with the man who’d captured my heart the first day I saw him—Hansen. The dream where he’d finally see me and make me his, existed strictly in Macy’s world of wonder. Until now. Until somehow my fantasy world and reality world collided and he looks at me in the way I’d dreamt of for a year. Fairy tales usually had neat and happy endings once the hero and heroine got together. This wasn’t a fairy tale. Hansen wasn’t your traditional hero and I was the furthest you could get from a heroine. I feared my past might dictate my future. That my world outside the lines would go from messy to complete disaster.

Nora Henderson is of the opinion that chocolate cures almost everything. Which, among a few other reasons, is why she opened her bakery in the small town of Jupiter, Maine five years ago. People come from miles for her chocolate peanut butter cupcakes. Customers almost come to blows over the last almond croissant. Some even say her chocolate chip cookies help ease the burn of heartbreak. Nora’s life is good. On the surface, at least. Underneath the frosting and the sweet décor of her bakery is a broken engagement, doubt and anxiety spirals. In short, Nora Henderson is a mess. Not someone Rowan Derrick would ever be interested in. He’s the gruff veteran who owns a construction company, who broods his way around town and can wear the crap out of a backward baseball cap. He stars in almost every one of her fantasies. She expected him to stay there, to remain her imaginary boyfriend and customer … nothing else. But Rowan Derrick has had his eye on Nora for a while. Little does she know, she stars in every one of his fantasies too. And now that the beautiful baker is no longer engaged, he’s going to make her his

I was a movie star. I'd let the world convince me I was nothing more than that. Until him... Duke is employed to protect me. To make me disappear before I testify. Nothing more. There aren't many places in the world that someone like me can disappear to. Not when billions of people know my name. I'd worked hard to make it that way. To hide underneath layers of fame, beauty and wealth. A ranch in Montana offers escape. Safety. But those Montana skies don't let me hide. Not from myself. Not from the truth. I'm no longer a movie star. I'm a witness. I'm a job. I'm a woman slowly falling in love with a man that despises me. He's tasked to protect my life, instead he ruins my soul.

My name’s Rosie and I come from a dynasty of sorts… the Sons of Templar, maybe you’ve heard of them. I just happen to be the daughter of one of the founding members and am the sister of the current president. The fact I’m a woman means I don’t wear the patch, but it’ll never change the fact that I'm a Templar by blood. We're known as royalty in the outlaw world. Though, the dynasty is dancing on the right side of the law these days. That doesn’t mean that the law and those who enforce it are friends. It will remain the one constant in my tumultuous life. The one rule in our law-free existence. Befriending the law and those that enforce it is a betrayal. Which means me being one half of a doomed love is that much more comical when he’s a cop. Or was. Before I went and ruined it all. Before he shattered that shield he wore to protect society in order to protect me. He saved me and I damned him. I damned myself too, but to be honest, I was damned long before that.

Words are my weapon. Stories wrap around my soul, choking me, capturing you. I don't work in dreams. I don't offer escapes. I cage you within my nightmares. Magnolia Grace is a horror writer, despite what the name might suggest. One of the best in the business, if you asked around. Pressure comes with that title. Expectation for the next nightmare. The next bestseller. Sickness. That's what it is. She can't be healthy. Because that means she won't write. And she hasn't been writing. A looming deadline and a crumbling psyche drive her into the woods. To a cabin which was the site of a grizzly murder. A serial killer, butchering women, toying with her. Her plan is to borrow some of the horror that seeped into the soil. But hers follows her. The woods are meant to be her escape. But they are almost her demise. Almost. He was an unlikely saviour. An unlikely muse. He has horrors of his own. A motorcycle club looking to settle a score. A soul too broken to offer her anything but pain.

There’s a phrase: Still waters run deep. But there’s more to it than that. Because "still" doesn’t denote peace. Nor calm. Nor happiness. It’s an illusion. It's chaos. The only way to handle chaos is to become it. That’s what Lucy did. She created stillness out of the chaos tumbling inside her and called the most chaotic motorcycle club in the United States her family. The Sons of Templar gave her chaos, friendship, family, danger and death. But she wouldn't want it any other way. Then he came. The one who showed her that her handle on chaos was tumultuous at best. Showed her how to stand still. And how good it could be. And how drowning in those waters comes as easy as breathing.

Calliope Derrick is in trouble.Not that she’ll admit it.She’d sooner go to her grave than ask for help—especially from a man.Wall Street’s wolf in heels, Calliope built an empire, shattered egos, and earned a reputation as the woman who made grown men cry in their private jets. But after a betrayal that threatens everything she’s worked for, she trades skyscrapers for lighthouses and flees to Jupiter, Maine.She tells her family it’s just a break. A vacation. A reset.She’s lying.She’s here to plot revenge.Not to fall in love.And definitely not with a charming fisherman like Elliot Shaw.He’s not her type—too easygoing, too noble, too sincere.Or so she thinks… until she discovers the depths beneath his quiet strength.Until he begins to unravel the cold, calculated woman she spent years becoming.The carefree fisherman reveals a side of herself she never dared explore.And the more tangled up she gets, the more she realizes Elliot isn’t just a temptation—he might be a lifeline.An anchor. To a better life.It may be too late to guard her heart, but she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her family—and Elliot—even if it’s from herself.Because Calliope knows one thing for sure, she doesn’t deserve an easy life with a good man.

Everyone expects the fairy tale from me. Because on the outside, I look like I live in a fantasy. I'm a hopeless romantic. I fall in and out of love. I change careers, zip codes and hair colors on a whim. I'm a free spirit without a care in the world. I'm the one that loves everyone and hates no one. But I've got a secret... I'm not a free spirit. Not really. I'm not free at all. My life is only designed to look chaotically peaceful. I'm only designed to look like that. Peace is lost to me. Because I'm trying to escape something. Trying to escape him. My life isn't a fairy tale. It's time the world saw that.

Inferno.The hottest restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen, run by the ‘Ice Queen’, Avery Hart.She is a revolutionary in the culinary world, earning Michelin Stars and feeding presidents while starving her demons at the same time.Her life is in her kitchen. Where she controls every ingredient, every sear, every plate.Kane ‘The Devil’ Rhodes is chaos personified.He’s famous for his death-defying stunts, for his medals, for his roguish charm.The moment he sees Avery Hart, he knows what he wants.He wants her.To unravel her.Melt the ice queen.Make her his.Avery shouldn’t want Kane. He personifies everything she’s avoided her entire life.Yet she submits to him. She lets him invade her life.Even though she knows passion will burn out, leaving nothing but ashes.When the smoke clears, Avery runs to a small town called Jupiter, with a whole new future ahead of her and a broken heart. But Kane isn't going to let her go.

Should I tell you a story? Not a fairytale, mind you. There's not a princess to be seen. Nor a prince. Not even a hero. This is about the stripper and the outlaw. Our story begins with the Sons of Templar MC, with a man even the outlaws fear. He was trouble. More than trouble. A scoundrel. A sinner. A villain. To everyone but me. Our story begins with blood, violence and pain. I have a feeling it will end that way too. But it’s too late for escape. I’ve fallen for the scoundrel. The sinner. The outlaw.

The dance is over. The battle begins. Broken hearts never heal quite right. Especially when they’ve been ripped to pieces, torn to shreds. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him. She’d promised she wouldn’t. Stella had known the rules when this began. “I will never love you,” he’d said... But he’d lied, because his world had been nothing but pain and hatred. Because he was a powerful man and love left you weak and defenseless. He had loved her. The dark, ugly twisted parts of him had loved her. His love was torture. It was addictive. It was oxygen. But it wasn’t enough. His life has been a constant war. But he’d never fought for anyone. Until her. He knew that he was cursing her. Sentencing her to a life that she didn’t deserve. That would ruin her. But he had no other choice. He’d fought to be a good man, to let her live without him. But he couldn’t live without her. He would fight for her. To get her back. Till death. He wasn’t a good man. He was the villain. One who needed her. Who would stop at nothing to get her back. He would prove to her that even his wretched, villainous heart could love her.

“You will be loved many times by many men. But you will only ever love one man. And that man will be your destruction.” Wren Whitney lives a beautiful life. She is a child of Beverly Hills, growing up in boarding schools, on private jets—a life of extreme wealth and privilege. Wren Whitney lives for adventure. She is afraid of nothing. She says no to nothing. Her existence is a blur of international incidents, outrageous stories and the many men that love her. Wren Whitney has never been in love. She has said the words many times but has never meant them. I love you is the only lie she’s ever told. Except when she says the words to her girlfriends, the people she most adores. But to a man? No. She would never mean those three words. Because it would be the end of the life she holds so dear. Wren Whitney knows the second she meets him that he will destroy her. That she will love him with everything that she is. Until her dying day. She tries to fight it, feebly. Because she is a woman who isn’t afraid of anything. Not even him. “He will be your sun. Your stars. Your moon. Even though this man is darkness itself. Midnight personified.” Wren Whitney does not trouble herself by thinking of the consequences of her actions. What events she put in motion by letting him into her life. She never could have imagined what would happen to her. To them. How utterly ruined they would both be by their love.

The good girl falls for the bad boy. Can we name a bigger, or better cliché? Despite my ideas about the deep misogyny associated with this particular one, I’ve somehow found myself in the middle of it. Except, I’m not the good girl. I’m exceptional at playing that role. But I’m not. My secrets make sure of that. And he’s not a boy. He’s a man. Older than me by decades. An outlaw. A villain. A member of one of the most notorious MCs in the country. The Sons of Templar. More importantly, my stepfather is one of his brothers. That means I’m off limits. He’s off limits. But that doesn’t stop us. Nothing will. Not until there’s nothing left but the charred remains of the lives we once knew.

Don’t ask me how I got here, I don’t want to lie to you. I’m not a worldly woman. I’m not cultured, well-traveled or well educated. I’m just a housewife. A mother. I’m the woman with the handsome husband, beautiful daughter, the large house. If you saw it from the outside, you’d probably think I have the perfect life. You would most definitely be wrong. But I don’t blame you. We all see what we want to see, turning a blind eye to what others want to stay hidden. Especially when it comes to love. They say love is blind. But I’m more apt to say it’s wretched. Love is what made me stay. But love is also what saved me. When I found him. The outlaw who saved my life without knowing it. Until he found out the truth.