I live for the pain; it's what drives me to keep moving. I thought I was ready to finally live. Until...my brother, Alex; he throws me into the fire - right into the place I could never control myself, the one place I never want to be again. When I put my hands on people, they get hurt. Things happen that bring me back to that night. The one that will forever torment me. I'm doing fine, keeping to myself in order to ensure no one gets hurt by me. Then along comes Lyric, and all I want to do is touch her, to put my hands in places that I know will only lead to her being crushed by me.

Raised within the Devil's Crusaders, Maura has been exposed to many of life's uglies and sheltered from any real relationships. She has all but given up on the idea of love. Until she meets Corbin Marx, a sexy beast of a marine who refuses to back down from any challenge. He is the type of man Maura has craved, the type who might just be strong enough. This journey will be brutal, littered with violence, deceit, and heartache.

There is one thing I know about life. You grab it by the throat and go full throttle. Thrown away with the garbage on the day I was born, and doing what I had to do just to survive...that's who I am. I am the filth your mother warned you about. Then she walks into my life. Nothing I expected and everything I could want. Our worlds don't mix. I'm only going to drag her down. I should have never touched her. Life can tear you into shreds, make you bend until you break. Sometimes, you have to face death, so you can live.

Micah Beck is the last thing I expect to find wandering around my brother's beach house, naked, only wearing an acoustic guitar, but he's the first thing that has ever had me craving for just one "anything goes" night. Micah is tempting, talented, and addictive to the last drop. Not to mention, he's completely confident in all that he does. Especially with those fingers, and I can't deny that it's such a turn on.

When Ashton moved to London, it broke my heart. I was only fourteen, but I was in love. I haven't seen him in four years. But now my father is getting married, and he's back. My feelings haven't changed, but I have. I'm not a scrawny little girl anymore. I have thick hips and curves. And once my father's best friend sees them, well, let's just say he becomes more caveman than best man. He can't take his eyes off me during the ceremony. He can't keep his hands off me during dinner. And every chance he gets, he's pulling me into storage closets and kitchens and alleys to..."celebrate".