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.

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.

They might call me Sir Loin of Beef, but when I see Kaitlyn for the first time, stick a fork in me, I'm done. But I won't claim her alone. Jed Cassidy and I share everything, and that includes her. If the sweet little librarian isn't ready to be wrangled by two rodeo champs, we'll just have to break her in nice and slow. She's ours. We will win her over - body and soul - and when we do? Well, let's just say we'll give her a hard ride...and it'll last a hell of a lot longer than eight seconds.

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.