Iron Fury MC

In the darkness is where I first met him, alone at a water fountain, tears rolling down my cheeks, ready to give up. From the shadows, his voice came to me, soothing, comforting, rough as the blackest night. I didn't see him. I don't even know his name. All I know is he saved me that night. He put my back on my feet. And he's kept me on them. Every time I've needed him, he's found a way to come to me, my stranger of the night, my dark warrior. My name is Scarlett. You probably know me. I'm America's number-one country-music star. I'm also the loneliest girl you'll ever meet. He's as free as a bird, a nomad travelling alone with nobody to hold him back. He holds the freedom I pray for every single day. He shows me that life can be so much more than what I'm living. When danger comes knocking, he shows me a different world, a world I never knew existed, a world that both terrifies and fascinates me, a world that goes against everything I've ever known-a world of Iron Fury.

One accident changed my life. One single second changed everything. In that terrifying moment, everything I knew was gone. Now music is the only thing that keeps me holding on. It's the only escape I allow into my life-the only one I let seep through my hungry veins. When the opportunity arises for me to tour with country-music star Scarlett Belle, I take it. It's an escape, a chance. But it isn't enough to lift the shadows of my past. And when I meet him, dangerous and different, I can't turn away. He's forbidden-the president of a Motorcycle Club-a man who could bring noise back into my soundless world. But the shadows of my past haunt me. They linger like a dark nightmare, reminding me that we can never be-because my sins are far too heavy and my mind is far too broken. But he's always there. And he's persistent. But if he knew what I kept behind closed doors... I must continue my life just the way it is-breathing in my nightmare, living in my hushed torment-without him.

From the second you're born, the shaping begins: who you are, who you'll become, where your life will lead, what kind of heart you'll have, if you'll be good or bad. And from your very first breath, those around you influence everything about you. I was influenced by the worst-by a monster, a cold-hearted, soulless man. But I got away; I started fresh; I reshaped myself. But now, my past is catching up with me. My demons have returned, and they're back with a vengeance. The only protection I have is a Motorcycle Club. I helped them, and now they're helping me. With a large hit out on my head, I'm hustled into the mountains with one very broody, very angry, very gorgeous biker. He has a mission, a secret bigger than even mine. And he wants the blood of the monster after me. He's been assigned to protect me, but he gets on every nerve I have. The tension between us is high, and we're stuck alone...in the middle of the wilderness. Things are about to get interesting.

People, in my opinion, don't take happiness seriously enough. They go through life, constantly trying to please others. I, however, do take it seriously-very seriously. But when things in my life go suddenly south, I am left with a choice: Do what's right, or do what's wrong? On any normal day, that would be an easy choice for me. I'd do whatever I needed to keep my life flowing with happiness. But everything changes when it comes to love-to him. I love him, and that means I have to correct my wrongdoings. I need him to forgive me, and I need money. It's the only way. When a job for a live-in maid comes up, with excellent pay, I jump at the chance. When I realize it's for a member of a Motorcycle Club, I don't back down-even though it means I'll have to live with and work for one of the hottest, broodiest, and most difficult men I've ever met. I'll do whatever it takes. The only thing is I didn't expect to like him-the mysterious biker, the one I seem drawn to. And now I have a real problem. Do I do what's right, or do I let my heart take me where it wishes? Two men. One choice. Things are about to get very complicated.

I don't do love triangles. Hell, I don't do women. I've learned that lesson the hard way. I get in. I get out. I do what I have to do. But then I meet them-two of them. They're completely different, but both perfect. One is soft and sweet-beautiful in a way that takes your breath away. The other is wild and crazy-the kind that makes your soul spark back to life. Both of them speak to me. Both of them want me. I'm in the middle of a mess, and with my own demons, I don't know how to fight my way out of it. When the situation becomes dangerous, I have no choice but to protect them both. And in doing that, I expose myself, and them, to very real pain. And there they are, looking at me with those incredible eyes, both saying...Me, please?

SLATER For over a decade I searched for her. She disappeared a long time ago, but I never gave up. The hope of seeing her again was the only thing that kept me holding on for so long, clutching onto the small chance that she might know who I am when I found her again-if I found her again. It was always a big if. But I wasn't going to rest until I got an answer. Alive or dead, I would find her. I needed to know what happened to the girl who took my heart when we were young and kept it for well over a decade, who owns every single piece of who I am. Nobody else has ever come close. And now I've found her, and she's lookin' at me like she doesn't know who I am-like I wasn't her first kiss, her first boyfriend, her first love, her first heartbreak, the man who took her innocence, the man who destroyed her and caused her to run, the man who spent ten years trying to find her because of one pathetic, pitiful mistake. I ruined her, and now she has no idea who I am-not a single damned clue. ELLIE I don't know who he is, and yet something about him seems strangely familiar. I know nothing of who I am. All my memories are like hazy nightmares. I don't know which ones are real and which ones are fake. I don't even know my own name. I don't know anything about my past. I only know that for the last ten years, I've been Raven-only that isn't my real name. But that's what he called me-the monster who owned me, the monster disguised as a saint, a monster I finally escaped. And now there's him-Slater, a man who claims to have spent the last decade searching for me, his Ellie. He claims I'm the love of his life. He's desperate for me to remember him. But I don't-even though when I look into his eyes, I feel strangely at home, like he's the missing piece of who I am. But can I trust him? Can I trust the man who claims to love me and yet is telling me he's the reason for my hell? Who is telling me that he's the one who destroyed me? Is he a bigger monster than the one I just escaped from?