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Last night, I tried to drink away my feelings for my brother's best friend. Today I’m riding across a dangerous, desert wasteland with him. When Torrance Knight steps up to make this dangerous ride with me, I’m both relieved and dreading the journey. He’s pure sin wrapped in a tall, leather package. I’ve been in love with him for years, but he’s too busy breaking the heart of every girl in town to notice me, let alone return my feelings. I have to protect my heart while also pretending to be his wife. Not only that, I have to focus on our mission.

Like my parents years ago, gods have chosen me for a sacred mission. You’d think the daughter of an infamous motorcycle club would be able to handle it. But when Torrance Knight steps up to make the ride with me, I’m both relieved and dreading the journey.

Mein Name ist Stella. Ich kenne die Welt nur so, wie sie jetzt ist: voller Hunger, Kälte und Angst. In verwilderten Städten suche ich nach Nahrung und Unterschlupf. Doch in jedem verwaisten Haus, in jedem überwucherten Garten lauern sie, die lebenden Toten. Ihr rasselnder Atem verfolgt mich bis in meine Träume. Es gibt ein Gerücht. Über einen sicheren Ort, an dem die Menschen leben können, statt nur zu existieren. Diesen Ort zu finden ist mein größter Wunsch. Doch schon bald muss ich wieder einmal feststellen, dass es weitaus Gefährlicheres gibt als nur die Untoten: die anderen Überlebenden.

Three billion people died the day the Veech appeared. Forced to reconcile with the world-shattering fact that humanity isn’t alone in the cosmos, the resulting war for the future of mankind shaped humanity’s destiny and challenged it to grapple with its place in the universe. For the men and women who survived Invasion Day and the devastating war that followed, their stories paint a picture of the everyday struggle and experiences of the regular folk who carved out a living at a time when the very future of our species was uncertain.

I’m losing sleep, plagued with bad dreams, and my men can only do so much to help. How can I be the president my club needs when it feels like I’m not only losing my mind, but myself? The dreams get worse every night and soon, I have gaps in my memory. All the while, we’re chasing the Sisters of Bathory in circles and time is running out. The solution that comes to me is terrifying. Even worse, I can’t breathe a word of it to the men who love me.