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Unless you're a mom, you just wouldn't understand. The crying, the diapers, the late nights, the early mornings. The laughter, the smiles, the joy, the blessing. I get it. I'm living it. I love it. I also know that sometimes, moms need a break. A rest away from the world, away from their troubles, away from the everyday hustle and bustle. A ranch retreat run by hot cowboys for a month? I'll pay double. One whole month of nothing but fun and adventures. I don't think those cowboys knew what they were in for when they signed us up.

Dear Diary, oh, who am I kidding? Dear Life, you’re cruel. You’re heartless. You’re sick. You’re really damned twisted. Do you know that? Nope... Still doesn’t cut it. Dear Fate...yeah, that’s the one. Dear Fate, what the actual hell? What exactly did I do to deserve the life you paved for me? Did I bother you so? Was I awful? Did I not pray enough? You took my life into your hands, fate, and you twisted it. You turned it into a broken mess, and you made it ugly. You made me ugly. A life for a life. An eye for an eye. That’s how it goes, right? Her life. Now mine.

I’m Waverly. I’m not going to blabber on about how strong and fierce I am. Or proceed to tell you how broken or damaged I’ve become. No, I’m just going to tell you that I’m me. Just me. Waverly. I am all of those things, but I’m also so much more. I’m helping a club - a club that needs me to bring peace back into its world. If you had asked me if I’d be working for a biker club six months ago, I would have simply laughed in your face. I mean, a biker club? Come on. Yet here I am, doing the unthinkable. Penetrating the deepest, darkest parts of that world.

Dear Fate. Here I am, finally writing to you again. Things haven't changed, fate. Time hasn't healed anything. As always, nothing makes sense. Things aren't coming together as they should. Time has changed us very little. It has only made everything that much more confusing. Nothing is fixed. Nobody is happy. We still live with a dark cloud over our heads.

I’m a cop, sworn to protect, to keep people safe. I’m supposed to abide by the rules, to always do right. I fight for justice. That’s what the rule book says, doesn’t it? And I take my job seriously, even if my job doesn’t always take me seriously.... So how I got tangled up with a notorious MC, dealing with illegal investigations that would have my job ripped from beneath me, is beyond my comprehension. Yet, here I am, dipping my toes into dangerous waters, doing illegal research, risking it all for justice.

The second audiobook in the thrilling Edge of Retaliation Series is now here. Dear Tanner: You’re a monster. A cold, broken monster. I think they have a name for you, oh right, a sociopath. A gorgeous, strong, incredible sociopath. How could you do this to me? So easily? So effortlessly? How? I trusted you. But you knew that, didn’t you? It’s exactly what you wanted. Where will it end? Will it end? I don’t want to have to hate you, can’t you see that? I don’t want to have to seek my own revenge.... But you’ve left me no choice.

Crazy eyes. You know the ones: the empty, soulless eyes of a person who has nothing left inside - nothing but a bottomless pit of insanity and desperation. Their eyes lose their sparkle, the very thing that makes them who they are. In place of that, you’ll find nothing more than bitterness. I have those eyes - that same broken soul. So I changed my life, started anew. But she found me. Now the lies I’ve kept wound deeply in my chest are unravelling.

I’m just the girl who lost her family, who disappeared. I’m the girl who seems normal on the outside, confident and strong. But if you thought that you’d be wrong. Nobody knows who I am anymore. Nobody knows why I’m back. All they know is I have information they need - information to end the reign of terror falling over their club.