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I don’t want a serious relationship, and certainly not with the single dad next door. But one look at Gordo? I’m smitten. Even though I might be a tough looking tattoo artist, I know that the ink does a lot to hide my own insecurities. It doesn’t matter how much Gordo seems to like me - I can’t bring myself to make a move.

If my father finds out I’m an undercover cop, I’m a dead man. And if he finds out I’m gay, it won’t be much better. But I’m determined to take him and his corrupt MC down, even if it means working with Coop to do it. He can’t stand me - or any cop - and the feeling should be mutual. Instead, he makes me wish for things I can’t have. I’ve been undercover for so long that I’m beginning to forget who the real me is. It doesn’t matter if being around Coop helps me remember.

Blade has a motorcycle club to run, and he doesn’t need a turf war on his hands. When a beautiful young man with haunted eyes walks into his bar, Blade’s protective instincts roar to the surface. The kid clearly isn’t made for MC life, but once Blade has had a taste, he can’t let go.

I grew up in Hell’s Ankhor, and even though I’m 25, they all still see me as Ankh and Priest’s kid. Especially Gunnar. The Sargent has known me for years and watched me grow up. I would give anything to have him see me as the man I’ve become, instead of the scrawny boy I used to be, but it’s never going to happen. I need to face the fact that Gunnar will never be mine, but when a devastating revelation sweeps through the club and cuts me to the core, he’s the one I turn to.

I’m lonely, but am I ready to move on? I’ve been Ankh’s old man for as long as Hell’s Ankhor has existed. But Ankh’s been dead for two years, and I need to live my life for me. I love the guys of HAC, but no one’s keeping me warm at night. No one except Mal, and that’s only in my dreams. He doesn’t do long term, and he’s one of my oldest friends. Hooking up could risk the club, yet when it comes to him, I don’t care. I’m ready to live and love again.

Prison changed me, mostly for the better, but it could never erase my love for Tex. Growing up together in foster care he was my one constant, and I hate all the ways I’ve let him down. Now that I’m free my biggest wish is to settle back into our friendship and life in our MC. I know I’ll never have anything more. But the glances Tex keeps shooting me are enough to make me question...is my brother looking at me differently?

Friends and brothers are off-limits. That’s always been the rule in our house. In a big family, it’s the only way to keep the peace. That doesn’t stop my heart from belonging to Nico, my older brother’s best friend. I’ve been able to put aside my feelings for years, but now that I’m an intern at the law firm he owns, all those feelings are threatening to overflow.

He’s smug, conceited...and hot as hell.... Becoming a partner at Caldwell and Holton will be the crowning achievement in my hard fought career. There’s just one problem. One arrogant, materialistic, flashy problem: Saint Caldwell. Unlike me, he’s never had to struggle for anything a day in his life...or so I think. But there’s more to the man than a showy Porsche and killer smile. I’ve spent my whole life working towards this moment, and I can’t let myself fall for his good looks, no matter how much I crave him.

I’ve never wanted a guy before. Yet I can’t keep my mind off Dawson. The guy is bad news and headed for the bottom of a bottle as fast as he can. Too bad that’s a problem I can relate to. The only woman I ever loved led me down a dark path of addiction. I’ve been in recovery for years now. I won’t be someone’s fix.

I’m here to protect his body, not claim it. As a bodyguard there is one line I won’t cross: Never sleep with a client. Not even when the client is the first man I ever had a secret crush on. I’ll keep him safe during the media storm that surrounds his coming out. We’ll be together every minute. Constantly. But he’ll never be mine. I will not sleep with a client. And I can’t come out. Silver has always made me want things I can’t have. This time I don’t know how I’m going to resist.

Was it wrong to tell Beau’s mother he’s my boyfriend? Yes. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. The smokin’-hot fireman isn’t exactly in the closet, but he’s been keeping things quiet for years. I don’t do quiet. All the guys in Hell’s Ankhor know I have to be true to myself. That’s why they call me Tru. Beau and I are nothing alike. Doesn’t matter. The attraction between me and the fire chief is hot enough to burn. But there’s danger in town, too much for us to get hung up on each other. Yeah, too late for that.

On the run with my baby daughter, I never expected to end up surrounded by massive bikers. I’ve seen the violence that gangs can do, and I’m not sure a motorcycle club is any different. But Maverick might be able to change my mind about Hell’s Ankhor. When I show up on his doorstep with a busted car and a baby in my arms, he doesn’t hesitate to take us in. And from the moment I see him, I know I want more.

I’m old enough to know better than to get hung up on a 20-year-old twink, but he’s just my type. Problem is, he’s scared of bigger, burlier guys. He needs guidance and protection, the kind I crave giving my subs. I’d never hurt him, but how can I convince him of that? Heath is as prickly as they come. For some reason, he can’t believe I want him in my bed. I want to teach him everything. I want him to be mine.

Sure, I can make my MC brothers laugh, but I’m not good for much else. Muscle? Sure. Smarts? Not so much. At least Brennan knows I’m one hot mother.... Well.... You know. No one ever wants me for more than a roll in the sheets. No one except Brennan. Will he still want me when he realizes how messed up I am?

When Mateo saw my last relationship implode, he was there to help. He saved me. Hopefully, self-defense lessons will keep me from getting hit again. I can’t ask for more of my friend. Even dreaming of keeping him is wrong. But when my ex makes things difficult, Mateo steps up again. I don’t want a protector, but maybe, it’s time to accept a little help. For the first time in my life, I want something real.

I’ve been out of the kink scene for years, but when I’m invited to a meetup at Mischief, I can’t resist. It should be too far from home for anyone to recognize me. But it’s not. Hunter is a blast from the past: a student who failed my class twice and never stops acting out. But there’s more to the acting out than meets the eye, and the brat could use a daddy with a firm hand.

Messy Ink is an m/m romance that gives you steamy second chances, a bad boy tattoo artist learning he’s worthy of love, the doctor who’s ready to mend his heart, and tons of gorgeous ink all wrapped up and ready for reality TV.

I can never make up for the things I did while deep in the gang life. It doesn’t matter how much I've changed. Rory will never see past it. Things burn hot between us, but he's far too good for a bad guy like me. I don't date, and Rory is the kind of guy that deserves more than one night. But for him, I might be ready to change my rules. If he can ever accept my past.

Serve the Family at all costs. That’s my purpose in life. No one asked me if I wanted it. Now there’s no way out. And there’s definitely no place for Jake, a do-gooder military vet who sticks his nose in where it doesn’t belong. He thinks he saw darkness in the Army? He hasn’t looked at the depths inside me. He’d run screaming if he knew. But he’s made something in our crumbling neighborhood I thought couldn’t exist. Something I want to be a part of. Just like I want him. But I have to walk away. No one betrays the Family and lives.

Sleeping with the boss has never been so sweet.... I’ve never really been in love before, and I never thought I’d start now. But ever since beginning work at Lakeshore Dental, I can’t get Kane out of my mind. We had one wild night of passion...and now he says we can’t be anything more than a one time hookup. He thinks I’m a brat, too spoiled and too young. Obviously, I disagree - and despite what Kane says, his eyes on my body are telling a different story. If we do this, we have to be discreet. Secret.