Poverty is a bitch, and life isn’t a fairy tale. College was never in my cards. Jobs will never come easy to find. There is no Prince Charming itching to rescue me. I’m completely alone, destitute and destined to struggle until the end of my days. Destined to be sucked into a world of debt because as much as I’m pushing away the only option that sits in front of me, it’s truly the only one I have: Nikolai is my only hope. Problem is, he's a dangerous Russian with a questionable past, and I find out soon enough just how far I must go to earn his help. Recommended for mature readers. Mild violence, sexual situations, and strong language**

IGNITE MUST be read before BURN Burn picks up where Ignite ended. Sara is in the hands of Remy "Reaper" Martinez, the VP of the much feared Black-backed Jackals MC. Following a violent altercation that leaves Sara's life in jeopardy, she is thrust into the world of the Jackals where trusting people is tricky... especially when there's a mole in the midst. A mole that answers to one man and one man only: Jaxon Barlow. WARNING: There are many adult situations in this book that might be offensive to some readers: sexual situations (non-consensual and consensual) and strong language especially. Book is intended for mature readers.**

Elise I'm obsessed with Aston. He became my addiction the moment I met him at 10 years old. He was my best friend from childhood. He protected me and guided me. I loved him fiercely long before I really understood what love was. We were inseparable. He knew how I felt, and sometimes he would stare at me in ways that made me breathless. But there were boundaries. Lines that couldn't be crossed. Looks that shouldn't be exchanged. Lips that shouldn't be kissed. We weren't supposed to love each other. Not in **that** way. Because, you see, Aston was also my adopted brother... Aston Elise was off-limits, a temptation that cursed my existence with this visceral hunger to have her, possess her, and taste her like she was made for me. I was tormented and on the brink of falling. If I stepped over that boundary, if I gave into my want, I wasn’t sure I could survive the disappointment of my adopted parents. We would all be affected. Our lives wouldn’t be the way it was. That change was irreversible, and the damage would be permanent. It was a scary thought, destroying a foundation and rebuilding it without knowing what it might end up looking like. But my want for her…it sat in the core of me, growing and growing. And want is a dangerous fucking thing. It clouds your judgment, it makes you weak, and I knew…I knew without a doubt, it was only a matter of time before I cracked. Obsession was devotion. Obsession was mania and need. It was a compulsive urge to self-gratify by wanting, and wanting, and wanting ‘til it hurt, ‘til you could feel it there in your bones, gnawing its way deeper within you. Obsession was my craze for Elise. She was my impulse. My…pulse itself. It wasn’t healthy. I knew that. I didn’t fucking care either.

Leah: After Carter left, I convinced myself I was well and truly over him. Fairy tales didn't exist. I learned to make myself happy, while avoiding commitment like a plague. I couldn't afford another heartbreak. Love simply didn't exist the way I once believed it did. I tried to heal and move on, while Carter became a rock star, taking the world by storm. We lived two completely different lives. But when he unexpectedly shows back up again, making old feelings emerge as though they never went away, I'm torn between reliving the past, or moving on again, alone.