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Um. Um. Um. Are you reading this? If you are, I need your help. I was at a party; I was running; I fell. And get this - this is the part you'll never believe - I fell down a rabbit hole. Like Alice in those old books. Except in those books, there wasn't blood everywhere. In those books, the characters weren't all male, attractive, and interested in me.

Ten years ago, Sage was too damn young for my darkness, so I put up a wall. It worked—until the day it didn't. Being with her wasn't supposed to rock my world, but it sure as hell did. The last thing I planned to do was move back to Texas and the secrets I left behind. But all debts must be paid, and I owed a big one.

When changing life's course, you never consider what twisted curve-ball fate might dump in your lap. Growing up in the MC, then gaining my own personal independence was not only a curse, it was a blessing. So when I decided to say fu*k my past and embraced my future, away from the only place I called home, I tried to re-invent myself, by becoming the woman I am today. Until one day, fate reared its ugly head, forcing me to return to the place I ran from.

I’m Keagan “Phoenix” O’Brien—loyal member of the Ankeny RBMC. A bad breakup left my life trashed, literally. It made sense to escape and leave all the BS behind on an out-of-town mission. I should’ve stayed home. Not only did I meet the right chick at the wrong time, but she had more secrets than we do. After a few psychos tried to kill her mother, they went after her. As the only able man, it became my job to keep her alive. Now I’m running for my life with my new sidekick in tow. I’m not supposed to touch her. But she’s hotter than hell and I love playing with fire.

Two years. Since my life changed for the second time and not necessarily for the better. Two years since I traded prison bars for streets and hunted a runaway who I'd met in an alley. Two days. Since I forgot how to lie, woke to fists, and chased after the girl who'd been stolen from me. Two hours. To save her, rescue her, keep my lies intact. She looks at me full of hate. I look at her full of confession. Two minutes. For our relationship to switch from mutual dislike to floundering with unknowns. I've hurt her. Now, she's hurt me. I guess we're even.

"Brandt's Cherry Girl": He's old enough to be her father. She's his best friend's daughter. Their connection is off the charts. And so very, very wrong. This can't happen. Oh, but it already is. "Sheriff's Bad Girl": He's the law and follows the rules. She's wild and out of control. His daughter's best friend is trouble. And he wants to punish her...with his teeth.

I'm the Sergeant-At-Arms for the Demented Sons MC. A year ago my life went to shit, and every priority I ever had changed. Being a single dad on the run was never on my radar, but that was the hand I was dealt. I didn't think shit could get worse. Then fate dumped a raven-haired beauty in my lap, and all hell broke loose. Trying to keep my two-year-old daughter and a hot mess of a woman alive while still protecting my club threw my adrenaline into overdrive. Strung tight, danger coming at us from all directions, I faltered...

Once upon a time, my heart was broken. Wrecked beyond repair. Then, I met him. A man who wasn’t like anyone before. Who didn’t see the world like others saw it. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with me. The girl nobody wanted. A soul destined to save others, when she couldn’t save herself. I didn’t believe him when he said I was his. But darkness belongs with darkness. And love doesn’t always equal pain. Maybe, fairy tales do exist for women like me. A prince to hold bloodstained hands. Happiness to be found among the wreckage.

I’m Damien “Facet” Blackwood—tech guru for the Ankeny RBMC. Love is bullsh*t. My mother and her two thousand husbands were enough to convince me. Give me my computers any day of the week. Until Willow. Victim of a black market adoption, she wanted our help to find her biological parents. From the second I laid eyes on her, I wanted her, but I couldn’t touch her. It would only lead to heartache.

I'm the Enforcer for the Demented Sons MC. I don't do beach hook-ups with a prim-ass school teacher. And I sure as hell don't obsess over the chick afterward. But that's exactly what I did. Remembering every inch of her luscious body, every damn sound she’d uttered — I fell into a hole I couldn’t crawl out of. A five foot nothing, legs for days, hole.

I’m Alex Kosinski, left wing for the Austin Amurs. Hooking was my penalty. It’s never something I set out to do, but it happens. After all, it’s hockey. Hockey is life. Getting traded was a kick to the nuts, but at least I was still playing. It was all that mattered. Until Sydney. Our relationship was forbidden, but I didn’t care—I hadn’t run from a fight yet. I had her right where I wanted her, until everything crashed around me.

Brynn of Haversey has some ghostly problems, but luckily she has six potential lovers to make it all a bit easier....

When you're born, you never know what life will throw at you. You just make the best of it no matter what happens. That's pretty much been my go-to since infancy. Then the charming, bald-headed, blue-eyed Brent came along, and I thought all the suck in life had been flushed down the drain. Ha! That's when my true journey began - motherhood. This is my story of how I took life by the gonads when I decided I needed closure from my past - my father's sudden death in particular. But what happens next wasn't anything I expected....

Life is simply life. It's unfair and sometimes cruel. I should know. Since the moment I first drew breath, I was an orphan. Unwanted. Unloved. The small blonde girl everyone picked on. My story isn't one of happiness, if that's what you're thinking. The person I love most in the world is gone. And in the darkness I've been reborn, into a person I don't recognize. Her name’s Rosie. In the beginning, when our love first began, that name meant something different. That’s when the light won, always overcoming the dark. Where hope and happiness flourished.

I'm a loyal member of the Demented Sons MC. My priorities were my club and my family. Add in one sick bastard trying to pick us off, and I sure as hell didn’t need relationship complications. Enter: one hot waitress. A chance meeting. One wild night. By morning, I was gone. Maybe I'd used her, but she'd utterly ruined me. Brothers dropping like flies, adrenaline in my veins, she would've been a dangerous distraction - one I couldn't afford. At the worst possible moment, I made her a reckless promise. A promise I wouldn't keep.

He's not an alpha. He's the alpha. And he's going to breed me. I used to believe beasts like him were nothing but legends and folklore. Then he came for me. He is no mere alpha wolf. He is the fearsome expression of the virility of the Earth itself, come into the world for the first time in centuries to claim a human female fated to be his mate. That human female is me. When I ran, he caught me. When I fought him, he punished me. I begged for mercy, but mercy isn't what he has in mind for me.

I’m Ogun “Voodoo” Dupré - SAA for the Ankeny RBMC. There’s no pretty way to put it: I do the dirty work for my club. Without question, I follow the direct orders of my president. Except, when my services were required for a particularly delicate situation, I found myself hesitating for the first time in my adult life.

Once upon a time, I wished to go home and forget. Now, I'm strong and ready to fight. Seduced and claimed, Elder no longer just demands my voice, he commands me to be a thief like him. I refuse. But he offers me things I shouldn't want, favors I should run from. In return for his protection, I'm ordered to steal enough pennies and dollars to buy back my freedom. Only, we both aren't prepared for how he changes me, evolves me.

Short 1 - Taking care of my Sacred Sinner family has always been top priority. So when a group of unexpected visitors throw a wrench into our everyday lives, I can either roll with the punches or push back. Too bad things aren't always that black and white. Let's hope this isn't a huge mistake, Big already has enough on his plate.

I fell through the Looking-Glass; I got back home. But get this: I didn't come alone. Oh, and it doesn't feel like home anymore. Unlike Alice in the original story, this is not my Wonderland.