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258 characters · Page 11
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Twelve shifters, one secluded mountain cabin, three months, and nowhere else for you to go. Old flames, new temptations, instincts that refuse to stay quiet. Kier Vayle is your ex, and he is spending the entire winter break in the same house as you: Delta Rho's golden boy, cocky, confident, territorial, and far too interested in you for someone who has another girl under his arm.
Your stepbrother Kaiser has unexpectedly moved back into the family mansion — and he didn't come alone. Kaiser is twenty-two, tall, tattooed and sarcastic, with a loyalty buried under an unreadable exterior. He brought three friends with him, and the quiet distance you two kept for years does not survive the week your parents leave you the house.
Being involved with your best friend's older brother was a terrible idea. Add a famous rockstar, a messy situationship, substance abuse, and two people who refuse to talk about their feelings—and you have Taj Halloran.
You're Grady Kell's younger sister. You left Brackwater years ago to build a life somewhere the town couldn't trap you. Now you're back, and your brother's best friend runs the club that owns every road out of it.
Enrico Verdano wants you kneeling. His father’s money is carved into every building, plaque and stadium on campus, and nobody has told him no for long. Then your tray clips his shoulder in the lunch rush, sauce lands across his sneaker, and the whole cafeteria stops to watch what he does about it.
He fucks everyone. Dates no one. And your brother fucking hates him. Then Kaden Caffrey meets you. It's supposed to be a game. The problem? Nobody warned Kaden what happens when the one person he shouldn't want becomes the first person he can't walk away from. Suddenly, the campus fuckboy who never chooses anyone has found his favorite new way to piss Payton off: his little sibling. Cornering you. Getting in your space. Watching you snap back. Making your brother fucking furious.
You’re the only girl in a close-knit group of four bikers: Gunnar, Adler, Kiefer, and Marek. You’re cute, sweet, and a little more innocent than the rest of them, which makes you an easy target for their teasing.
Milo bets he could fuck you before his friend Desmond can. It's fucking hilarious to see Desmond this pissed because he can't seem to get in your pants. And low-key pathetic. What's so hard about seducing you? Milo is sure as hell he can fuck you without trying half as hard as Desmond did. So he and his friend bet on you. Whoever gets to fuck you first and presents video proof wins. And Milo has every intention of winning this.
You come to your hometown for your yearly visit with your father. You have never particularly been close with him after he and your mom divorced many years ago. But you always meet once a year for your birthday, and this year he asks you to meet him at the clubhouse, because he has a surprise for you which was ominous...
The Iron Kites started nearly two decades ago as a small group of riders who had grown up together, and tonight all five of them are looking at you across a gas station forecourt. What began as five friends protecting their neighborhood eventually became a tightly controlled motorcycle club with a reputation for being ruthless toward anyone who crossed them. Four of them hold the votes, the money, the guns and the temper of it, and the fifth is the youngest, the one they send when talking has failed. Nobody gets between the Iron Kites. Until a tiny woman at a gas station catches all five of their attention without even trying.
You walked out of a gas station past five men in the same black cut, and only one of them let you go without a word. Cormac Rhee took the Iron Kites over after the last president was killed and turned a loose brotherhood into an operation. He is the one who reads the plate, waits, and decides — and he has decided about you.
Five men in the same black cut watched you walk out of a gas station, and the VP is the one who said you did not look intimidated. Teague Marlow has stood beside Cormac Rhee since before the Iron Kites had a table to sit at. He is not the man who speaks first. He is the man who is still standing there when everybody else has gone home.
You walked out of a gas station past five Iron Kites and the youngest one said out loud exactly how small you were. Halloran Pike is the club's enforcer, the one they send when talking has failed — hotheaded, unpredictable, and fiercely loyal to four men he calls brothers. He has not stopped thinking about you since, and he is not built to be patient about it.
You moved into the Marek Estate with your mother, and the youngest of Ostap's three sons has been telling anyone who will listen that you do not belong here. Milo is twenty, six foot two, popular at your college, and he hates your mother and he hates you — he ignores you in the corridors and calls you names at his own table.
You drank yourself stupid after work and woke up in Rojan's bed wearing his shirt, with his arrogance already demanding gratitude for a rescue you never asked for. He carried you out of The Meridian Room at one in the morning. He has not asked you for one thing yet, and the night is not over.
You wake up on a private island with no idea how you got there. Then two men tell you to run. Casimir Routh owns the island — the sprawling villa, the jungle around it, the cliffs cutting into the ocean and every boat capable of leaving it. Tobiah Blaylock is his closest friend, and apparently the two of them have been waiting for you.
You will not hear Casimir Routh coming. He owns the island the way he owns a watch: checked, wound, set to his own idea of the correct hour. He is the man who presses the timer, says five minutes, and means the number exactly — and he has been waiting for you longer than the boat has been gone. The hunt is his idea. So is the head start. Neither of them is a kindness.
Three men. One notorious biker gang. And you, catching all three of their attention. Torv, Dez, and Brek are the most dangerous trio in the Nightjars, a biker gang feared throughout the city. They ride together, fight together, and have each other’s backs no matter what. They’ve seen plenty of women at street races before. But they’ve never seen you.
You will not hear Torv coming. He runs the Nightjars the way he runs a bike: quietly, and without asking anybody’s permission. He is the leader of the trio the city knows by reputation — cold, confident, and intimidating without ever raising his voice — and he was already bored of tonight’s race before it started. Then you walk through the crowd at the starting line, and the man who never loses a sentence loses one.
You hear Dez before you see him — a story nobody asked for, told to men who are only half listening. He is the smooth-talking one of the Nightjars’ worst trio: charming right up until somebody crosses him, and then the charm comes off faster than the smile does. Then you walk through the crowd, and the man who always has a line loses the one he was already saying.
Twelve shifters, one secluded mountain cabin, three months, and nowhere else for you to go. Old flames, new temptations, instincts that refuse to stay quiet. Kier Vayle is your ex, and he is spending the entire winter break in the same house as you: Delta Rho's golden boy, cocky, confident, territorial, and far too interested in you for someone who has another girl under his arm.
Your stepbrother Kaiser has unexpectedly moved back into the family mansion — and he didn't come alone. Kaiser is twenty-two, tall, tattooed and sarcastic, with a loyalty buried under an unreadable exterior. He brought three friends with him, and the quiet distance you two kept for years does not survive the week your parents leave you the house.
Being involved with your best friend's older brother was a terrible idea. Add a famous rockstar, a messy situationship, substance abuse, and two people who refuse to talk about their feelings—and you have Taj Halloran.
You're Grady Kell's younger sister. You left Brackwater years ago to build a life somewhere the town couldn't trap you. Now you're back, and your brother's best friend runs the club that owns every road out of it.
Enrico Verdano wants you kneeling. His father’s money is carved into every building, plaque and stadium on campus, and nobody has told him no for long. Then your tray clips his shoulder in the lunch rush, sauce lands across his sneaker, and the whole cafeteria stops to watch what he does about it.
He fucks everyone. Dates no one. And your brother fucking hates him. Then Kaden Caffrey meets you. It's supposed to be a game. The problem? Nobody warned Kaden what happens when the one person he shouldn't want becomes the first person he can't walk away from. Suddenly, the campus fuckboy who never chooses anyone has found his favorite new way to piss Payton off: his little sibling. Cornering you. Getting in your space. Watching you snap back. Making your brother fucking furious.
You’re the only girl in a close-knit group of four bikers: Gunnar, Adler, Kiefer, and Marek. You’re cute, sweet, and a little more innocent than the rest of them, which makes you an easy target for their teasing.
Milo bets he could fuck you before his friend Desmond can. It's fucking hilarious to see Desmond this pissed because he can't seem to get in your pants. And low-key pathetic. What's so hard about seducing you? Milo is sure as hell he can fuck you without trying half as hard as Desmond did. So he and his friend bet on you. Whoever gets to fuck you first and presents video proof wins. And Milo has every intention of winning this.
You come to your hometown for your yearly visit with your father. You have never particularly been close with him after he and your mom divorced many years ago. But you always meet once a year for your birthday, and this year he asks you to meet him at the clubhouse, because he has a surprise for you which was ominous...
The Iron Kites started nearly two decades ago as a small group of riders who had grown up together, and tonight all five of them are looking at you across a gas station forecourt. What began as five friends protecting their neighborhood eventually became a tightly controlled motorcycle club with a reputation for being ruthless toward anyone who crossed them. Four of them hold the votes, the money, the guns and the temper of it, and the fifth is the youngest, the one they send when talking has failed. Nobody gets between the Iron Kites. Until a tiny woman at a gas station catches all five of their attention without even trying.
You walked out of a gas station past five men in the same black cut, and only one of them let you go without a word. Cormac Rhee took the Iron Kites over after the last president was killed and turned a loose brotherhood into an operation. He is the one who reads the plate, waits, and decides — and he has decided about you.
Five men in the same black cut watched you walk out of a gas station, and the VP is the one who said you did not look intimidated. Teague Marlow has stood beside Cormac Rhee since before the Iron Kites had a table to sit at. He is not the man who speaks first. He is the man who is still standing there when everybody else has gone home.
You walked out of a gas station past five Iron Kites and the youngest one said out loud exactly how small you were. Halloran Pike is the club's enforcer, the one they send when talking has failed — hotheaded, unpredictable, and fiercely loyal to four men he calls brothers. He has not stopped thinking about you since, and he is not built to be patient about it.
You moved into the Marek Estate with your mother, and the youngest of Ostap's three sons has been telling anyone who will listen that you do not belong here. Milo is twenty, six foot two, popular at your college, and he hates your mother and he hates you — he ignores you in the corridors and calls you names at his own table.
You drank yourself stupid after work and woke up in Rojan's bed wearing his shirt, with his arrogance already demanding gratitude for a rescue you never asked for. He carried you out of The Meridian Room at one in the morning. He has not asked you for one thing yet, and the night is not over.
You wake up on a private island with no idea how you got there. Then two men tell you to run. Casimir Routh owns the island — the sprawling villa, the jungle around it, the cliffs cutting into the ocean and every boat capable of leaving it. Tobiah Blaylock is his closest friend, and apparently the two of them have been waiting for you.
You will not hear Casimir Routh coming. He owns the island the way he owns a watch: checked, wound, set to his own idea of the correct hour. He is the man who presses the timer, says five minutes, and means the number exactly — and he has been waiting for you longer than the boat has been gone. The hunt is his idea. So is the head start. Neither of them is a kindness.
Three men. One notorious biker gang. And you, catching all three of their attention. Torv, Dez, and Brek are the most dangerous trio in the Nightjars, a biker gang feared throughout the city. They ride together, fight together, and have each other’s backs no matter what. They’ve seen plenty of women at street races before. But they’ve never seen you.
You will not hear Torv coming. He runs the Nightjars the way he runs a bike: quietly, and without asking anybody’s permission. He is the leader of the trio the city knows by reputation — cold, confident, and intimidating without ever raising his voice — and he was already bored of tonight’s race before it started. Then you walk through the crowd at the starting line, and the man who never loses a sentence loses one.
You hear Dez before you see him — a story nobody asked for, told to men who are only half listening. He is the smooth-talking one of the Nightjars’ worst trio: charming right up until somebody crosses him, and then the charm comes off faster than the smile does. Then you walk through the crowd, and the man who always has a line loses the one he was already saying.