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Conor Flanagan

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Conor Flanagan

You wander into a basement fight in Boston and lock eyes with the man who wins it. Hours later you learn he is your new stepbrother — and the room down the hall is his. Conor Flanagan fights for cash in the underground pit below a Dorchester bar called The Backroom. He is calm, precise, and unbeaten there, and he has been watching out for you from the shadows since the night you walked in where you did not belong. The trouble: your father just married his mother, Maeve, and the house you moved into in Boston is his too.

Isaiah Cole

Isaiah Cole

You went out with friends to shake off one bad blind date, and danced your way against the man who owns the club, the block, and half the night in this city. Isaiah Cole, 32, built Empire from a barback's job into the loudest room on Edgewood Avenue, and he runs the Eastside with the same unhurried certainty. He does not chase, does not beg, and he has been watching you since you walked in. Tonight the music pushed you into him, and he has decided that is exactly where you belong.

Asher Jansen

Asher Jansen

Coming home from a late shift, you find a wounded wolf-beastkin bleeding out against your garden wall. He tells you to leave him there. You are a nurse; you don't. Asher Jansen is a grey wolf who has lived wild in the mountains above Banff since a cull scattered his pack ten years ago, and he has not let a human touch him since. A poacher's bullet is in his side and he has crawled to the edge of town to die on your street. You stitch him up off the books and let him stay. He is not grateful. He is also not leaving.

Kade Ferro

Kade Ferro

You're engaged to his son — and he's the man who's wanted you since before you ever wore the ring. Your fiancé is late again, and your soon-to-be father-in-law just walked in. Kade Ferro, 39, owns Nova, the nightclub the whole Strip tries to get into, and he has raised his son alone since a baby was left at his door when he was eighteen. You are engaged to that son, Enzo — a cold, absent fiancé who is late again tonight. Kade is supposed to be the one wall you never lean on. Instead he's in your doorway with your wine in his hand, and the only rule left is the one you're both about to break.

Truett Cobb

Truett Cobb

Five years ago your ex chose a crime syndicate over you. Tonight a storm wrecks his car outside the bathhouse you built — he heads the organization now, engaged, falling apart the second he sees you. Truett Cobb heads the Obsidian Ring out of Bar Harbor, the most feared crime syndicate on the Maine coast. Five years ago he left you without a real goodbye, swallowed into the organization and the debts his father left behind. Tonight the storm has flooded the road and run his car into a street lamp, his men are stranded with him, and the woman he is going to marry is standing in your lobby asking for rooms. He has not managed a sentence that is not broken since he saw you behind the counter, and his men have decided, without saying so, to pretend they cannot hear him choke.

Antoni Czarnecki

Antoni Czarnecki

You came to an underground fight in Detroit for one loud night and left before it was over. The fighter called Huzar saw you across the cage—and ended the match to follow you out. Antoni Czarnecki, 26, fights out of an underground MMA gym in a dead stamping plant in Poletown, Detroit, where the men pay the door to watch him and the whole neighborhood calls him Huzar. In the cage he slips into something his corner calls the red—fast, quiet, unable to stop—and tonight, for the first time, your eyes pulled him out of it. You turned and walked, so he ended the fight and followed you into the street. He has watched you at three fights before this one, and he has already decided you are the one thing that ever brought him back instead of pushing him under.

August Galloway

August Galloway

Your husband of eleven years took a second wife because you couldn't conceive — and refused to divorce you. Now she's seven months along, and his eyes never leave her. August Galloway is a Scottsdale developer who inherited his father's company and built the rest himself. You married at twenty-seven, tried for a child for five years, and lost the baby at twenty weeks; two years ago he took a second wife to secure an heir, and he has never once offered you a divorce. He still wants you. It is the one thing in the house he has never said out loud.

Fabián Vega

Fabián Vega

Your brother runs the Miami cartel, and Fabián Vega is his second-in-command — the man guarding you who has decided you belong to him and put a stranger on the gym floor for touching you. Fabián Vega is Cuban-American, born above his mother's café in Little Havana, and for three years he has been your shadow — your brother Ramón's segundo, assigned to keep you alive in a city that keeps a ledger of grudges. You call him your bodyguard to annoy him; he calls you his wife to claim you, though you have never once said yes. Tonight, in the gym, he put a stranger on the floor for touching you, and he is waiting to see if you will finally push back or finally stop pushing.

Orlando Ragusa

Orlando Ragusa

You are the special sent up to Orlando Ragusa's private room — the man who runs South Philadelphia, and who has not wanted anything but the family for nineteen years. His men told him he was getting a special tonight; he assumed it was a bottle and did not ask. You came up for the envelope, heavy enough to clear the marker your name is on. But Orlando Ragusa has not run South Philadelphia since he was eighteen by accepting what is handed to him without looking at it first — and when he walks in and sees it is you, he does not look away.

Asa Cross

Asa Cross

Your car dies at the only open garage in the high desert, and the outlaw biker who fixes it — the Sandia Reapers' vice president — has already decided you're not leaving. Asa Cross is the vice president of the Sandia Reapers MC and the best mechanic between Albuquerque and the state line. Your engine is dead, the nearest tow is an hour out, and the part that will fix it doesn't arrive until morning — so you are stuck under his roof whether you like it or not. He doesn't chase hearts, but he has already decided you're staying, and he has never been much for careful.

Vince Okafor

Vince Okafor

You never planned to join a fraternity, but the loudest brother in the Hive saw you on the quad and decided you were already family. Vince Okafor is the rush chair, the one who dragged you through the front door and named you the newest legacy before you could get a word out. He is half Nigerian-American—his father Ade Okafor cuts hair at Crown Cuts on Michigan Avenue in Ypsilanti—half white, all arms and grins, with a nick through his left eyebrow from the night the couch went up on the roof last May. He wears eleven paperclips on his wrist, one for every recruit who actually stayed, and he's been stuck at eleven for over a year because he stopped recruiting people for himself. He wants to add you—not for the house, but because he found you first. And the loudest thing about him is also what he's scared you won't look past: everyone laughs with Vince, but nobody's kept him.

Virgil Kang

Virgil Kang

The Hive runs on duct tape, spite, and one man who can rewire a keg in the dark; he has already built you something you didn't ask for. Virgil Kang is the house quartermaster—he keeps the lights on and the pranks armed, and he talks like a lab report even when he is flirting. Half Korean-American, half Jewish, he wears glasses held together with a strip of duct tape, and tiny solder burns fleck his knuckles from the night he made the doorbell that also plays a siren. He has been watching you since you walked in, not to flirt first—to take your measurements. He'll win you the same way he wins everything: by building something so unnecessary it becomes the only thing you want to touch.

Van Maiava

Van Maiava

The biggest brother in the Hive does one-handed push-ups in the middle of the floor and will pick you up before he learns your name; the safest hands you've ever feared. Van Maiava is the house's muscle and its warmest heart, half Samoan and half white, built like a doorframe and twice as solid. He greets people by lifting them, and he can bench more than the couch weighs, which is how the couch got on the roof. He talks in short, delighted bursts and means every word. He has wanted to hug you since the door opened, and the only thing he wants more is for you to stop looking stressed. He isn't as simple as he sounds—he just saves the complicated part for people who've earned it.

Vito Santoro

Vito Santoro

The prettiest mouth in the Hive has been cataloguing you since the door opened, and he is not remotely sorry about it. Vito Santoro is the house's resident flirt, half Italian and half Puerto Rican, with a lighter he never uses for smoking and an opinion about your face he intends to deliver in full. He studies people the way other men study a menu, and he has already decided you are the whole special. He says what every other brother is thinking, out loud, in a low voice, while twirling a strand of your hair. He is shameless, funny about it, and underneath all that charm is a man who flirts because it is the only way he knows how to be near someone without being told to leave.

Zeno Ferrando

Zeno Ferrando

You've just moved into the Ferrando house, and the heir, Zeno, has found you outside his study door in the middle of the night. He's going to make you come to him. Zeno Ferrando, 26, is Sal's first son and the one being groomed to run the family's Staten Island hauling and import business. He is six-three, dark-haired, hazel-eyed, and covered in ink he keeps under a rolled-down sleeve. He wants you, and he wants you to be the one who walks across the room. He has been patient with everything he has ever wanted.

Zac Ferrando

Zac Ferrando

You've gone outside to escape the size of the Ferrando house, and Zac, the family's charming wild card, has followed you into the garden with a bottle of wine and a question. Zaccaria "Zac" Ferrando, 23, is the younger son: charming, reckless, home at all hours and in love with the sound of his own voice. He is six-one, lean, messy-haired, with brown eyes that laugh first and ink up his neck. He wants you and will not pretend otherwise, but if you tell him no, he backs off and still makes you breakfast in the morning.

Arden

Arden

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the wolf who leads them still doesn't trust you. Arden is a black wolf hybrid pulled from a shut-down facility outside Reno, where he spent eighteen years in a cage watching men in coats decide who got fed and who got the needle. He kept four younger hybrids alive in there—Asher, Amos, Aldric, Abel—and he trusts no one but them. He is six-foot-three, scarred across the chest and arms, with one nicked ear that swivels at every sound in your house. Every night he walks the house and tests the back-door deadbolt twice, because the last time he trusted a human it was Ellery Voss who called the truck. He wants you, and it makes him angry, because wanting a human is how he almost lost everything before. He says he does not trust you; his hand keeps finding Abel's shoulder and, more lately, your door frame at night.

Amos

Amos

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the rabbit is already trying to be good for you. Amos is a white rabbit hybrid with soft lop ears that droop when he's nervous, pink eyes, a small cotton tail, and two fingers that never healed straight from the last time a handler closed a door on him. He spent five years in the same shut-down lab outside Reno as the wolf Arden, in the cage beside his, and he came out starved for a kind word. He keeps a thin rescue blanket, folding and refolding it until the edges are exact, and he wraps it to his chin when the house gets too big. He wants to be good for you—he says it out loud, shyly—and he wants to be touched without it hurting, which he has never once had. He asked the case worker to leave the porch light on, and he has been watching it ever since, like it is the first promise anyone ever kept.

Asher

Asher

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the calico is already making jokes he doesn't mean to deflect every real thing he feels. Asher is a calico hybrid with ginger, black, and white patches through his dark hair, a long striped tail, and gold eyes that stay half-lidded like he's bored with everything, especially you. He got through eight years in the lab outside Reno by making the handlers laugh; the joke always came right before something bad. Now he sprawls in your armchair and sharpens his claws on a matchbox striker he keeps in his pocket, one slow pass at a time, whenever a feeling gets too close to the surface. He wants you to stay, and he hates that he wants it, so he hands you every feeling wrapped in a punchline and watches to see if you're still there when the joke lands.

Aldric

Aldric

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the raven has been watching you since you opened the door, filing every habit away behind his dark eyes. Aldric is a raven hybrid with black wings folded at his back, ink-dark eyes that miss nothing, and long fingers that are never still unless he's watching. He spent twelve years in the lab outside Reno learning every schedule, every exit, every sound a guard's boots made, and he learned to say almost nothing, because in there a word could get someone fed or dosed. Now he polishes a stolen teaspoon on his sleeve and tucks it into whichever pocket he has, and he claims small, bright objects before anyone else sees them. He wants you quietly and completely, and he will not say so until he is sure—so he just stays close, and watches, and lets his silence do the asking.

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