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I've watched her for years without her knowing. In fact, she thinks I hate her, probably because I've worked hard to make her feel unwelcome. Wren knows I don't want her in my family. At least not as my son's wife. What she doesn't know is the reason why. See, I want her for myself. It should be my ring on her finger, not his. When my son betrays her, I'm there to pick up the pieces. I can't resist her any longer, but just because she isn't his doesn't mean I can keep her. After all, two wrongs don't make a right.

Harlow is off-limits. As my coach's wife, I know I should leave her alone. I definitely should not be finding opportunities to see her and texting her when I know she's alone. She's a beautiful woman. I can't be the only man who flirts with her. It's harmless—until I see my coach take another woman into his hotel room when we're away for a game. I won't let her husband or our age difference keep us apart. Now, I'm playing for keeps, and this time I'm stealing home.

Business and Pleasure shouldn't mix. Yet, that's exactly what I'm contemplating after Seattle's most eligible bachelor strolled into the diner where I work and made me an offer I'm having a hard time refusing. Beckett Anderson has the looks and money to get the attention of any woman, and yet he wants me to be the one at his beck and call. If I accept, I'm to be his assistant in and out of the boardroom. In exchange, I'd finally have a chance to use my college degree and escape the cycle of poverty I've known my entire life.

I might be the most promising quarterback in college football today, but once I was just a boy desperately in love with the wrong girl, one I’d very much like to win back. She blocks me better than any player on the field, but to figure out my best play, first I need to understand how we got here. We have been apart longer than we were together but we can’t seem to stop torturing each other. Every guy she touches or allows to touch her is like a knife right to my heart. Not to be outdone, I play her game. No one will ever accuse me of giving less than everything.

When I was a child I thought I'd marry my best friend. Our relationship flirted on the edge of becoming something more for years. That was before I accidentally married his older brother. One forgotten night in Vegas changed the course of my life. Ours is a marriage of inconvenience. Stryker Lawson is older, constantly grumpy, and my new boss. He's also my every fantasy made flesh, but I won't be ruled by my emotions. No matter how hard I try to push him away, he won't give up on the idea of us. Neither will his brother.

Colter Greyson is off limits. There's a long list of reasons why I can't give into the attraction that simmers between us. But quite possibly, the biggest reason being . . . He's my best friend's father. With my sarcastic sense of humor as a weapon, I fight off all of his advances. My heart is safe behind the titanium walls I've carefully constructed. Until it isn't. Until the night the life I knew is snatched away, and I find myself with nowhere and no one to turn to. Colter transforms once again from my sparring partner into my white knight.

I was a monster when I had nothing. Forced to be an assassin for a criminal organization, it only took a simple order to have me end a life. Now, I have everything to lose. The woman I fought hard not to love, has become my entire world. I might have taken Raven to save her from her father, but I’m keeping her for myself. Till death do we part. Vows we shared in secret may come to be more prophesy than promise, because I’ll destroy anything that tries to keep me from her.

Raven and I fought for peace and found it inside chaos and bloodshed. Our life will never be perfect. There are too many victims and too much pain for us to wrap our happy ending in a bow. Not that a perfect ending matters to us, because that isn’t who we are. We found each other through pain, and tied ourselves to each other in ribbons of trauma.

Welcome to Devil’s Crossing. Here monsters don’t hide in the shadows. They aren’t made of myth and magic either. Normal men are the things that go bump in the night, and I am the most dangerous of them all. I am vengeance wrapped in a pretty package, but you can call me Sin, everyone else does. I’m a ghost made of flesh and blood. Legally, I don’t exist. Sold into slavery as a child, I exist as nothing more than a weapon, bringing death where the boss of our underground syndicate directs me.