I'm from a place where you eat or get eaten. Two gangs are at war, and I'm hungry for survival. Growing up in a broken town doesn't make you a good man. In fact, the North Shore of the Falls has made me merciless. I survive because I'm a good soldier for the North Shore Crew. I'm cool-headed, I never lose sight of my goals, and my only obsession is to wrench our town from the clutches of our sworn enemies, the Kings. Alexandra Delacroix is just a job. The plan is straightforward: charm her, uncover incriminating information about her senator father, and tip the balance of power in our favor.

I love Halloween so much it's scary. After a heartbreaking year, I need some candy, role-play, and wicked thrills. So why not turn one spell-binding night into a week of forbidden fun? Fortunately for me, my husband thirsts for my spooktacular plans. So do our partners, our paramours, our sixsome of love and laughs. We're known for our holidays, and with eleven of our friends coming, this one is sure to have lots of bumps in the night. Just how far will we go to thrill each other?

Never fall in love with a client. Just one of the many guidelines you must follow when you represent the best athletes in the game. The rule never bothered me. A pretty smile from a cocky player couldn't do it for me anyway. As a no-nonsense sports agent, I've seen it all in this cutthroat world of athletic negotiations and powerplays. Say what you will about me, I know how to handle business. The only person who pretends I'm not a freaking badass is Trent Nichols, the infuriating, albeit sexy-as-all-hell, Boston Guardians general manager.

Teacher by day, stalker by night. Who ever thought college could be this interesting? I'm teaching a hundred students. But my eyes are only on one. She's my obsession—and I'll stop at nothing to make her mine.

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty-one turned into twenty-three.