Harley left LA behind a long time ago. But when she hears of her father’s death, it’s the only thing that could bring her back to town. Once a tough, kick-ass biker girl, now she’s bought a Prius and dresses in conservative gear. The only reminders of her youth are the angel wings tattooed right across her back. But waiting in LA are two sinfully hot men, her old motorcycle, and a tougher biker version of herself she thought she’d never be again.

Kaitlynn hasn’t thought about Ian in years, and now, he’s all she seems to think about. Is she making a mistake? More than likely, but like a moth drawn to a flame, she can’t help herself. But is Greg truly in her past? And does Ian have some secrets of his own to reveal? In high school, Kaitlynn Ross seemed to have the perfect life: Captain of the cheerleaders and dating the quarterback - Greg Larson. But underneath the veneer of happiness lies a dark truth. Greg is abusive and manipulative, and piece by piece starts taking Kaitlynn’s happiness apart.

Here, presented in one volume, are the four stories that comprise the Filthy series, a seriously hot and provocative romance by Lucia Jordan, written in her signature style of high passion and emotion. Gabriel remembered how good she’d felt in his arms when they’d been lovers. The feel of her wildly beating pulse, her scent, her warmth. He’d left his mark on her slender throat more than once. Though he smiled and made small talk, his attention remained with the woman he’d never expected to see again. Angie is now a cop, and the bad boy is back to change her life forever.

I can still remember the moment I first heard Cyrus Holt's deep, commanding voice. I didn't know who he was or about the life he'd left behind. I was just a trembling orphan on the run from a monster, and he was the man offering me shelter and not giving me a choice about it. This boss of bosses didn't assign someone else to watch over me. He slept on the floor next to my bed when I woke up scared, then spanked me like a naughty little girl when I lied to him. He could have claimed me that night, ravaging me without mercy or remorse. But he didn't.

Grace Bancroft’s life is comfortable...comfortable and boring. Being the daughter of a southern governor affords her all the privileges and restrictions she could imagine. Not to mention that her love life is utterly non-existent. But when her father comes under threat from a mysterious enemy, Grace’s boring life is turned on its head. She is thrust into confined quarters with two men she’s never met before. Two men from a vastly different, vastly more exciting walk of life. Two men who are utterly irresistible.

I’d been prom queen and cheer captain—high school’s most savage Queen Bee. I could have everything I wanted. Except them. The freaks, the weirdos, the school’s ultimate losers: Manson, Jason, Lucas, and Vincent. Our hatred for each other couldn’t keep us apart, not even when my own mistake got Manson expelled and made me the ultimate villain to the rest of them.

My dad is in big trouble. He owes money to the most powerful man on the East Coast, and he can't pay. When I approach Mr. Connolly and try to take over the loan, he has a different idea. He's willing to wipe off the debt if I submit to him. I have to do what he commands, when he commands it. I think this over-the-top alpha male is a little obsessed with me. Good thing I love every second of it...

When Kenna Sutton is tasked with driving home newly returned Beck “True Blue” Collier, she expects the strategic army mastermind to be a pasty number cruncher. Never at a loss for words, Kenna is, nonetheless, rendered speechless by the gorgeous, hard-bodied, and utterly inexperienced army major who lands in her passenger seat.

Solitude. That is all Leslie wants out of life with the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs, and her dog, Flamingo. Okay, and her best friends David and Molli. Oh, and the animal shelter but everything else doesn’t matter. That is all she needed to be happy in life. She doesn’t need a sexually-empowered man that makes her body frenzied and mind cloud with lust, no matter how bad she craves it. Until Kane Bridgeshaw comes into the picture, tattooed with raw sex-appeal, money, and he isn’t afraid to use it, if it means getting everything he wants-including Leslie.

We were just friends. That’s how it had always been, and that’s how it would always be...if I had any self-control. Who said we had to stay in the friend zone? Apparently I did, for far too long. But the truth was, I didn’t think there was anything sexier than having blurred lines when it came to Stella. The girl I’d wanted for longer than I’d ever admit to anyone. My best friend. The smartest, prettiest girl I’d ever seen, ever known. I was the star quarterback, the most popular guy in high school, who could have had any girl he wanted.