Natalia Greco didn't run from New York. She finally stopped shrinking herself for a man who couldn't handle her success. Now she's President and COO of Chesapeake Marine Works, a company three generations in the making. All she wants is a quiet rental cottage and twelve hours of sleep before day one. What she gets is a stranger's towel, a stranger's soap, and a stranger standing in her bathroom like he owns the place. He kind of does. Jackson O'Malley runs a security firm above the bait shop, and he's about to be on her company's payroll the same week she becomes its boss. Four houses, one double-booked lease, and neither of them can pretend the other is easy to ignore. But Natalia didn't come here for a man. She came here to prove she's exactly as formidable as her resume says, to a board that's watching, and an ex who's about to realize exactly what he lost. Jackson isn't asking her to be smaller. He's the first man who's ever asked her to take up more space. She just has to decide if she's brave enough to let him watch her do it.

Ember ran to survive. A new town. A new name. A job at a biker bar where everyone seems to know exactly who they belong to. Everyone except her. Roan is the president of the Black Sentinels MC - quiet, dangerous, and used to controlling everything in his territory. The moment Ember walks into his bar bruised and defiant, something in him locks in. He knows the kind of man who leaves marks like hers. He also knows the kind of war protecting her might start. Because Ember didn't just run from one monster. She ran straight into the middle of a battle between motorcycle clubs - and the man who hurt her is willing to burn the town down to get her back. Roan has spent years building iron walls around himself. Ember might be the fire that breaks them.

[ MILA ] My family threw me away like trash, taking my stepsister's side after I caught her with my boyfriend. The only place I have left to go is the MC clubhouse, under the protection of the club President. I just want to fix my bike, lay low, and heal. But then Ratchet marks me as his. He says it's just a cover story to keep me safe. So why does my heart race every time he gets close? [ RATCHET ] The minute the quiet, grease-stained mechanic walked into my clubhouse, my instincts took over. She's fragile, broken, and beautiful. I told the club she was mine to keep the vultures away from her. It's a lie I'll gladly tell-because the more I look at her, the more I realize I'm never letting her go. A gritty, emotional, forced-proximity MC romance about finding out where you truly belong.

Marine veteran Jack Callahan rides south hoping to outrun the ghosts in his head, but a rundown Miami diner and the beautiful, emotionally-scarred waitress inside bring his journey to a halt. Nadia sees through Jack's armor with unsettling ease, carrying shadows of her own that echo his. In the heat of a Florida sunset, two wounded souls collide and find a quiet, unexpected spark. What begins as a stopover becomes a chance at healing, desire, and a love neither of them thought they would ever find.