To most people, my husband is Viper. VP of the Devil's Rejects MC, hard, uncompromising, and completely committed to the club and his brothers. But the man I fell in love with was simply Roman, a man who called me Sunshine, and treated me like I was his treasure. By the time I realized the club would always come first, I was in too deep. And when his enemies came for me? He wasn't there to protect me because he was busy protecting her. And that I don't know how to forgive. Now I'm building a new life for myself without Roman. He promises he will give up everything to win me back, but promises are cheap and his aren't worth much. When we discover our enemies are still alive and planning to strike out again, however, I might not have any choice but to put my life in the hands of the man who's already let me down once.

𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵-𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀. DELANEY WHITMORE has spent her entire life coming in second. Second to a mother who chose addiction. Second to a father who moved on without her. And always, always second to her perfect half-sister, Siena. So she walked away from it all. And for the first time, someone chose her first. LACHLAN ROWE was everything Delaney had never dared dream of-intense, passionate, hers. Together, they built a world where they were the only ones that mattered. Until the real world bled in. When Lachlan lost his job, desperation led him to a new identity: Rafe Wilde, a masked cam boy with a body the internet couldn't get enough of. The money rolled in. The secrets piled up. And the man Delaney loved began to disappear behind a screen. She believed in him. She chose him. But now, he chooses them. And Delaney is back where she started-second best. 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. For fans of morally gray men, soft-hearted girls turned steel, and second chances tangled in secrets.

My high school sweetheart and I made it all through high school and college, and then we moved in together. Then one night when I came home early from work, I overheard him telling our friends I was smothering him and he needed space. Oh, I'll give him space, all right. As much space as he could possibly want.

It was a case of mistaken identity. Without stopping to see who was answering the door to the apartment he knocked on, Dutch blurted out the invitation to dinner. But instead of asking out the girl he had a crush on, he'd asked out her roommate, Penelope. Dutch decided one dinner date with Pen would be fine and that would be the end of things. Except...he fell in love with Pen on that date and eventually asked her to marry him. Life was perfect. Until Penelope overhead Dutch telling his former crush that asking Penelope out had been a mistake.

Before Lachlan made me his ol' lady, he told me that there would be times he'd cheat but he'd always come home to me. I agreed to be his ol' lady anyway. Until it hurt too much. So I made a plan to leave him before he left me. I never thought he'd care enough to track me down. But he not only tracked me down, he's making it hard to forget him.

A singer/scientist. An heir to a pharmaceutical company. Their love burns hot and intense. Until he tells her he's about to get engaged to another woman.

I secretly learned Spanish to surprise my boyfriend. Instead, I was the one who got the surprise when his family and friends began mocking me when he told them he was going to marry me. Then they got a surprise when I spoke to them...in Spanish. Now, Izan's trying to win me back.

I watched as my boyfriend saved another woman when a rival club shot up the clubhouse. He never even checked on me as he took her to the hospital -- and I almost died. So I disappeared for a year, and when I came back, he was waiting for me. He wanted to win me back. But the way he'd betrayed me...there was no way to come back from that. He was convinced he could change my mind. Or die trying.

He cheated on me right before the NFL draft. He blew up our dreams and for three years, I refused to talk to him or talk about him. Then one summer, when I was home unexpectedly, he came home, too. Guy was done being ignored. And he was done living without me.

My husband was playing happy families with another woman and her son, to honor a promise to his fallen friend. After I had emergency surgery that he missed because he was with her, it was a wake up call for both of us: I was done and he was sorry. But there was more to this story that I didn't know. I just wasn't sure it mattered.