The Wicked novels are set on the sandy shores of Cape Cod Bay and feature fiercely protective heroes, strong heroines, and unbreakable family bonds. All Wicked novels may be enjoyed as stand-alone romances or as part of the larger series. On the next page you will find a character map of the Wicked world. You can also download a free copy here:

The Wickeds are the cousins of the Whiskeys, each of whom has already been given their own story. You can download the first book in the Whiskey series, TRU BLUE, and a Whiskey/Wicked family tree here:

TRU BLUE

WHISKEY/WICKED Family Tree

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~ Melissa

The Wicked World

Playlist

“You and Your Pain” by Blue Foster

“Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield

“The Sounds of Silence” by Simon and Garfunkel

“In My Blood” by Shawn Mendes

“Craving You” by Thomas Rhett and Maren Morris

“Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town” by Pearl Jam

“InUrLife” by Blue Foster

“Tonight” by Blue Foster

“OCD Destroyer” by Blue Foster

“Like a Virgin” by Madonna

“Paint It, Black” by the Rolling Stones

“Kiss Off” by Madigan Wicked, performed by Blue Foster

Chapter One

TOBIAS RIGGS THOUGHT time had passed at a snail’s pace in prison. But while those three years had felt like ten, they had nothing on the pace at which time moved in the free world after he’d lost everything he loved.

He climbed off his motorcycle, planting his leather boots on the ground as he took off his helmet and looked up at the Salty Hog. He’d stumbled upon the rustic restaurant and bar several weeks ago, when he’d first come to the nondescript town of Harwich, Massachusetts. The bar catered to people from all walks of life, making it the perfect place for a guy like him to blend in. Helmet in hand, he headed up the wooden steps to the second-story bar. When he’d gotten out of the pen, he’d thought he’d never be able to smell anything but the rancid stench of hate, anger, and oppression, which had hung in the prison air, coating his lungs and seeping beneath his skin. It had taken a while for new scents to push past his mental armor. The salty air coming off the harbor brought bittersweet memories of his youth with a family who had adored him.

And now, with the exception of his grandfather, those who were left couldn’t even look him in the eye.