Iris – Since my mother died, my only goal has been to get custody of my sister Jerrica and keep her safe. I was on my way, too—getting emancipated by the court so I could get a job and prove I had the means to take responsibility for my little sister. I promised I’d keep her safe and I’d never abandon her. I was with her every day until I came to her group home one morning to find she’d been adopted out overnight. It’s obvious there’s something sinister at work, but no amount of threats and demands will override a closed adoption order. It looks like Jerrica is gone from my life forever, but I’ve got one more trick up my sleeve. Jerrica made friends with a woman from a local motorcycle club. I have no idea if the woman will help, but I have no where else to go. What I didn’t count on is him. Sting. President of Iron Tzars MC. He doesn’t know it yet, but once I get Jerrica back, he's next on my list. Sting – I wasn’t ready to be president of an MC like Iron Tzars, but my father left me little choice. I grew up in the club. At twenty-nine, most of the men still see me as no more than a kid. But my daddy taught me well. I tolerate no disloyalty or disrespect and always, always put the club first. Then I met Iris. She’s a heap of trouble in a small package and she pings my radar from the moment I first lay eyes on her. I know she’s going to be mine—which means she has to trust me to take care of her. But Iris trusts no one when it comes to her sister. With both of them in danger, I now have to make a decision. Changing plans will put the club at risk, but doing nothing will risk them both. I’m not willing to take that risk. Putting a woman above the club is what got my father in trouble. Now I’m in the same boat. Stupid. Especially since Iris has no idea I’ve already claimed her.

Winter—My life hasn’t been easy. For so long, my sister has been the only one I could rely on. When we were teenagers our father sold us to sexual predators who hurt us. We both have the scars to prove it. But we were rescued, and I got revenge for both of us. That was over a decade ago. I love the home we found with Black Reign, but now it’s time to move on. To live outside the cocoon the club wrapped us in. Another club who’s found a girl in a situation similar to the hell we left behind all those years ago may be our answer. One man in particular calls to me on a primitive level. His name is Roman. And I want him for my own. Roman—I’m the enforcer for Iron Tzars. Violence is in the job description. Never thought I’d find myself attracted to a woman as fragile as Winter. She and her sister have been through a lot, but there’s a core of iron in her. She’s stronger than she looks, and the fight in her stirs the primitive Alpha male inside me. It’s time I show her she’s more than the sum of her scars. She’s a friggin’ goddess.

Serelda—Watching my sister find the love of her life has been bittersweet. As much as I’m happy for her, I’m heartsick because I can’t have the man I want. Brick is my rock. The wall between me and the rest of the world. He protects and comforts me. He’s everything I need. But he does it out of pity, feeling sorry for the poor, broken woman who sought refuge in his club. I have to find a way to prove to him I’m worth his time, and that I can be the woman worthy of the VP of Iron Tzars. Brick—The lovely woman whose name means warrior bewitched me from the first day I saw her. Serelda is scared and vulnerable. The timid sister. I know there is a thread of steel inside her, though. I see flashes of it when I’m least expecting it. So when she runs, though I’m disappointed, I’m not surprised. What catches me off guard is the moment she tases me. I might be a sick individual, but her show of aggression turns me on more than I ever thought possible. Now, I just have to figure out how to claim her without terrifying her. And how to keep her from being taken back to the very man who tormented her more than a decade ago. Graphic violence, adult situations, and references to human trafficking and domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers. Happy ending and no cheating, as always.

Bellarose—My drive to my new job didn’t go as planned. Me and my “photographic memory” got lost, ending up on a private road in the middle of Nowhere, Indiana. Worse, I got a flat. And it was getting dark. When a dangerous, sexy biker stops to help, I’m not sure if I’m fortunate or not. Double that when I find myself mashed against said dangerous, sexy biker with him kissing me like he wants to devour me. Then things get really weird. Atlas—I’m in so much trouble. Not only in the girl in my care the most enchanting woman I’ve ever encountered, she’s the daughter of one of the richest men in the world who happens to also be one third of the Shadow Demons. Which means, that kiss I stole might have signed my death warrant. Every instinct I have is telling me I need to call in my brothers to get her out and end the operation I’ve been deeply embedded in for months. But my little hellion has other ideas. I just hope we haven’t waited too long. If I have, we’re both dead. Graphic violence, adult situations, and references to human trafficking and domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers. Happy ending and, as always, no cheating.

Spring Break turned into my worst nightmare. Drugged and held against my will, the brutality I witness seems too horrible to be real. Unable to escape, unable to do anything other than await my fate, I nearly gave up hope. Then he burst through the door like an avenging angel. My very own angel of death. I’m a straight-up killer. It’s what I’ve trained for my entire adult life. I got my road name because I’ve put more men in the morgue than all my brothers combined. So when we rescue a group of women being held by human traffickers, I did what I do best. I killed. But not for all the women we rescued. For her. Dorothy. My very own angel of mercy. Now that I have her, I’ll do anything to keep her. I just hope she can accept what I am and not condemn my soul to hell. Morgue includes scenes of graphic violence and adult situations including those that may be triggers for some readers. There’s also a protective hero, a determined heroine, and an eventual happy ending. No cheating, as always. Copyright All Changeling Press LLC publications and cover art are copyright and may not be used in any AI generated work. No AI content is included or allowed in any Changeling Press LLC publication or artwork.