Eeshy

I came back to Forsyth and agreed to be their Lady for two reasons: protection and revenge. They wanted to break me, but instead, they molded me into their perfect weakness. I was put through the gauntlet and came out stronger. I earned the title of Lady. Then they became my weakness. I agreed to sleep under their roof, but on my terms. Building trust takes time, but with all the threats nipping at our heels, that’s a luxury we don't have. We have to rely on one another despite our complicated pasts - to find a murderer, a stalker, and a traitor.

I couldn't walk away. It's not who I am. The moment I saw Rayne broken and bloodied, I knew I wasn't leaving without her. As the president of the Houston Defiance MC, my job is to protect. And there's no taming the rage building inside my body, screaming at me to shield her from the husband who's beating her day in and day out.

Avalanche finds himself in the deep, dark recesses of the Earth. It's nothing like he ever imagined it would be. All he needs to do is to survive long enough to win the prize.

There is only one rule in hell: No one returns from the Rogue Arena. After fighting in the witches’ dark tournament and being condemned to death, Drake manages to flee the castle with Stella - but they are far from freedom. Now, they must return to Earth before it’s too late, and Stella has a plan. Accomplishing it won’t be easy, though. In a journey plagued with dangers and bizarre creatures, Drake and Stella will venture through the darkest side of hell, finding themselves in the heart of the Rogue Arena.

I was raised by the Devil himself and formed into a man who was unreachable. I went from the boy with bruises to the man with a trigger. Killing is the only thing that calms the itch. The demons inside were a constant battle, until she changed everything.

Tess was under the Devil’s watch while I suffered behind bars with my demons.... The ace in my pocket brings power, and the temptation to flip overwhelms me. I’m playing chicken with the reaper, and it’s only feeding his thirst. The smell of blood is a drug. It fuels me. Consumes me.