Candice Wright

I fell in love with a boy before I even knew what love was. I gave up my world for him, bartered away my hopes and dreams so that boy could have his, but he threw me away at the first sign of trouble. And somehow, I became the villain of our story. Everyone hates me for my betrayal.

If you’d told me years ago that I’d become a stunt woman after a car accident turned my Olympic dreams of gold to rust, I’d have called you crazy. Yet here I am, throwing myself off a perfectly good building.

I grew up as the precocious daughter of a preacher, but death stalked the hallways of my home, tearing my family tree apart and twisting my father’s love into something cold and constricting.

She calls me Hudson... But they know me as Pete. A simple man with a common name. They see the warm smile of their neighbor, not the cold eyes of a man who kills for the thrill of it and sleeps like a baby afterward.

Trix The last time I ignored the red flags, I almost died. Waking up in a body bag tends to put things into perspective. My scars are a reminder to stay in my lane. I don’t take risks. I don’t take candy from strangers.

I know what love is. After witnessing its devastation, I’ve shied away from it, Until Atlas. I never thought I’d ignore the red flags and wave a white one. Surrendering to Atlas in the most delectable way, I didn’t realize he’d been playing me all along

My gift has always felt more like a curse. Standing up and speaking the truth when nobody wants to hear it is terrifying. But the truth doesn't erase the horrors I've seen. It doesn't silence the whispers, or blind me to the fingers pointed my way. Doing the right thing never brought me anything...

It should have been an in-and-out job. Find the girl and bring her home. But we're not the only ones who came for her. And when our rescue mission goes horribly wrong, we find ourselves stranded and alone in the unforgiving jungle. With death stalking our heels, every day becomes a battle for...

I used to be that girl. Before loving you. The daydreamer who believed in fairy tales. And I knew I was right to have faith when a moment of serendipity led me to both of you. The three of us were blissfully happy, until your lies were exposed and the dream faded. Now I know that falling in love...

Born to a man of faith who let his vision for the future twist his mind, I learned to stay in the shadows, collecting the kids that ended up in this godforsaken place with me. They're the lost ones, and I'm their Wendy. The forgotten one, the dud, the failure. My only use now is as a future...

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Well, except for when it doesn't. And while for Linda Carter, that was a night she will never forget, for Asher Sloan, it was a night he couldn’t remember. A year later, their paths cross once more....

When a bullet takes my memories and the life of my friend, I return to the one place that offers me safety. The monster that hunts me outside these gates has nothing on the demons inside them....

The fates hadn’t always been kind to Sunshine... Abandoned as a baby with nothing more than a blanket and a name, Katia ‘Sunshine’ Jones knows what it feels like to be alone....

After getting tangled up in Carnage business, it isn’t long before I'm tangled up in their sheets. They see is my blonde hair and sweet smile, and they want to dirty me up a little. I'm a splash of pink within the leather-clad army, standing out like a tampon in a condom factory....

There was a little girl who had a little gun, pointed right at the center of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good. Because if she was bad, she was dead....

Raised by a family of cops who see the world in black and white, I grew up with a defiant streak a mile long, and an immunity to gun-toting alpha males. That is until I find myself at the Carnage clubhouse, and at the mercy of their Kings....

My castle was a compound. My subjects: a bunch of rowdy bikers. And the villain of this tale was my father, the king. When a brutal attack leaves me no choice but to flee, I find myself cast out and alone. Six years later, I’m dragged back to hell as nothing more than a pawn....

Because while you're dreaming about what this dress looks like on your bedroom floor, I’m planning the best ways to dispose of your body. With dirt on my hands and blood on my shoes, I do my job without a single ounce of regret....