Indigo Knights

Chrissy Franco has every reason to take one hell of a victory lap around the courtroom. She's just defended her client to the best of her ability and what's more? Her client was actually innocent. Oh, she'd killed her husband, baseball legend Skip Maguire, alright; but he'd been about to hit a homerun with Miranda's head. His rabid fan base doesn't agree with the verdict, and they've set their sights on Chrissy as the one to blame. One of them is about to set into motion a dangerous game when he publishes poor Chrissy's address online… Enter Tony McCormick, a detective with the right kind of attitude and Chrissy's sort of ex-boyfriend. When he's called to Chrissy's apartment, he's prepared for the worst. He's a homicide detective after all. When he arrives, it seems that someone might have forgotten to check to see if Chrissy was still alive… now it's everything he can do to find the man who did this and the other behind it all before it's really too late.

Lillian Banks' career took off like a house on fire, and she's on top of the world. Great job that she loves, moved to a great city, into an opulent new condo, in one of the world's premier smart buildings, no less; all she was missing was the kind of romance to set her soul aflame. She thought she'd found it, but instead, found herself burned.Backdraft knows what it's like to get burned and not just by fire. His ex, Torri, did quite the number on him recently by banging one of his firehouse bros behind his back. He's sworn off love and dating altogether for the time being and is happier for it. He just wishes he could get the time he wasted with that crazy skank back again.Out of the ashes, an unlikely friendship is formed. Backdraft and Lilli could find themselves rising if only they could get past their hurts and give things a chance. Of course, lasting happiness is no guarantee, no matter how much they might burn for each other. After all, sometimes what was doesn't want to let go.

Alyssa isn't completely honest when she answers the ad for a roommate online. True, she needs a place to live, true, she's getting a divorce, true; he's a cheating jerk. There's just a little bit more to it than that. So when the ad comes across her screen, Indigo City beat cop looking to rent out a fully furnished room… she jumps on it, because what could be safer than living with a cop?Golden isn't too keen on living with a chick, but after posting online looking for a roommate, he's found the pickings are slim. The softly spoken brunette doesn't seem like she's much trouble, plus she's got the cash up front, so what the hell? She'll just have to get over his bringing home badge bunnies from the 10-13. He's got a stressful job, and the best way to blow off steam, in his estimation, is hot sex.It's a pressure cooker waiting to blow, and it turns out the new roomie has moxie, which gets Golden to thinking, which leads to him feeling. This is either going to be a really good or a really bad idea.

Everleigh has had a wandering spirit since the day she was born. Her boring, small town could barely contain her and at the first opportunity, she fled. It was only natural falling in line with the freedom that MC life brought to her. The allure of never being told what to do a strong one. Sadly, she found herself trading one cage for another. Given the road name Silence, for her shy lack of voice, she's been a part of a motorcycle gang out of Maryland. A rough and tumble lot believing in sovereignty, running guns and drugs through Indigo City.Narcos has been undercover with the outlaw MC, the Knights of Crescentia for more than a year. In that time, he's seen and heard all sorts of things, except for Silence's voice. She's the president's Ol' Lady and probably knows infinitely more than he does as a prospect to the club. All that is about to change. Narcos is about to be patched in. Unfortunately, patching in means going to an extreme he'd never thought he'd be pushed to and Silence is in the crosshairs.How will he get through this, through to her, and keep them both alive?

It was a dark night of the soul for Angel, the night she appeared like his namesake. He would have liked to have known her, but she was gone the next morning. Now, more than a year later, he was doing much better, continuing his work in Indigo City's streets as a paramedic, responding to medical emergencies.Claire could never forget the medic whose life she saved just by being in the right place at the right time. Still, it wasn't enough to rescue her from her own dark night of the soul and unlike him, she followed through.Fate had other ideas for the both of them and for whatever reason, their paths crossed again at exactly the right moment. Both of them were now determined to not let this second chance pass them by, not like the first…

He's hell-bent on following the rules, but she's determined to break them. She's in her prime at twenty-two, but he's old enough to be her father… Hell, he looks like he could be her grandfather. He's no good for her, a failure, a recovering alcoholic, and she's as pure and straight-laced as they come. Or is she? Skids and Coco are complete opposites in every way that should matter. On the surface, the only thing they have in common is their hidden attraction to each other. When Skids is forced to play the hero after Coco is placed in a dangerous situation, everything changes. Coco makes a move that threatens the boundaries they both thought they had set.Will Coco manage to break through his walls and give them both a chance at love in an unexpected place, or will Skids remain steadfast and resist temptation?

Don't get too involved is one of the first things they tell you when you join the force. Jeremy Poe has never had a problem with that one until now. He blames it on the magic and persuasion of the blue moon hanging overhead, or maybe it was just the magic of Saylor Grace herself. Either way, he's satisfied that this is a gamble totally worth taking.Speaking of gambles, Saylor's made a huge one by driving her beat-up old car all the way across the country with nothing in her pocket except her raw talent. It was supposed to be a safe bet; it was supposed to be forever… sometimes, 'forever,' has a funny way of working out.