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A late shift watching an empty cell in a middle-of-nowhere facility? Sign Grant up. If the money's good, he'll gladly take the peace and quiet of a long, boring night. And then he meets the prisoner: Subject B-31. Blue, beautiful, and inhuman. He's told to think of her as a test subject, not a person. He's told to ignore the sorrow on her face and the desperation in her crimson eyes. Maybe he should have listened. Because his rescue attempt quickly turns into an alien abduction.

I thought I was part of their world. That I belonged with them—the outlaws who stole my heart and taught me to fight for my own freedom. But when I learned the truth, I ran. And found myself captured again. Guy Gisbourne is everything Rob and his crew aren't. Polished. Respected. Dangerous in a way that doesn't look like danger—until it's too late. He says he's saving me, but his version of "protection" feels a lot like a prison. He's got a plan for me, a story he's spinning where I'm the lost, fragile girl in need of rescuing. I've played the damsel before. I'm not playing it again.

Hey, it's your girl Von again. Remember when I said hunting down those two Accardi heirs would be a piece of cake? Well… I found one of them, only to realize he's a guy I hit and quit two years ago. What's even worse is the fact that I still remember him. I never remember my flings. I'm the girl who scratches the itch and moves on. Of all the itches, why did it have to be a clingy one? This maniac says we're soul mates. Ha! Yeah, right.

He was within two feet of the girl who had been called "Aline." She raised her head to speak, and saw Carlton staring open-eyed at her. She glanced at him for an instant, as if to assure herself that she did not know him, and then, turning to her brother, smiled in the same tolerant, amused way in which she had so often smiled upon Carlton from the picture.

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. I’m not the same girl that ran, so I’ll play their game...but not by their rules. Because this time I won’t go down without a fight. It will take more than knights on chrome horses to break me.