My life is about the story. I've risked my life for it. Many times.
I chase the story so I can escape having to face my own. But this one is different.
This story will make my career. My life. Or it will end it.
The Sons of Templar MC. The most notorious and dangerous outlaw motorcycle club in the country.
And I'm going to get the scoop.
Or I'll die trying.
Contains mature themes.
Souls are interesting things. Not something you can prove you possess. Not something that can be measured, like a heartbeat.
But something that can be destroyed by the absence of a heartbeat.
No, you cannot prove you possess a soul. But once that soul dies, there doesn't need to be proof that you don't have one. Once that blackened pit opens inside you, the world can see it. The world cowers from it.
Gage knew this because his soul was long gone. He was glad to be rid of it. He was filled with depraved satisfaction that he could make the world cower from him. That he could burn the world to the ground and he didn't have anything-like a soul or a conscience-to stop him. Until her.
The woman who proved to him that she had a soul. That he might have something left of his. The woman who tricked the world, blinded it to the truth. Hid expertly what was broken and ruined inside her.
Though he was about to prove that there was nothing more broken than him. No one more broken. He'd prove that by destroying them both.
Contains mature themes.
This isn't a fairy tale. I'll save you the trouble by telling you that now.
This is the tale of a girl who spent her life bouncing around foster homes, who had her innocence stolen in the darkness before she knew it was something that could be lost. Her demons followed her everywhere, after that night. They chased her to the medical school she dropped out of, to the strip club she sold herself in, and finally caught her in a river of sin where they tried to drown her.
My name is Bex and this is my story.
I'm paddling, barely keeping my head above water. And even though I'm submerged, I'll never be clean. The layer of dirt that has clung to me since birth is a tattoo I'll wear for life.
He can't see it, though. Even when I'm torn and tattered, and left in pieces, he wades into the filth to try to put those pieces back together.
He doesn't seem to understand there's nothing left to repair. To love. Just sullied fragments of a damned soul.
He's willing to damn himself in order to exact revenge on those who sent me to the pit. Problem is, my name is at the top of that list, since I not only damned my own soul, but his too.
Contains mature themes.
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.
Contains mature themes.
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.
Contains mature themes.
Heartbeats had a pesky way of complicating things.They almost always came with the nasty side effect of humanity and finally . . . death. Since Thorne came into my life, I'd been plagued with both.
Heartbeats and humanity. Both of these things were going to be the death of me. One way or another. And the death of everyone I knew and loved, a list growing longer with every beat of my newly repaired-and irritating-heart.
That pesky humanity was almost as toxic as the most debilitating illness on this hunk of rock, killing more humans than any vampire could. Love.
And there I was, attached to a slayer who I couldn't be undead without. Friends who I was becoming increasingly attached to. All things-people-he would take away from me. Then he'd take me too.
But if it came to that, I'd yank out my beating heart and crush it in my hands before he could touch me. It was lost anyway. If he won, my eternity would come to an end. As it happened, so would the world.
That only meant I couldn't lose.
Contains mature themes.
My life was never black and white. Heck, it wasn't even black, white and gray.
Lines were not drawn between good and evil, and if they were, I would have jumped those suckers for fun.
But now it was simpler. It wasn't black and white. Or gray. It was only one thing.
Blood.
A crimson-tinted world. That was all I needed. All I wanted. Him.
Despite the war raging around us, or the secrets between us, there was nothing simpler than blood.
It didn't matter that it would be fatal.
After all, it's the things we're not undead without that will kill us in the end.
Contains mature themes.
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.
Contains mature themes.
'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.
'
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.
Contains mature themes.
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.
Contains mature themes.
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, and her heart and her life are in danger once again.
Contains mature themes.
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