by Naomi West
Wild Child: The Wylde Ones MC
WHAT DO I WANT? A BABY.
WHEN DO I WANT IT? RIGHT F***ING NOW.
She’s the teacher, but I’m the one about to teach her a lesson:
Never deny me what I want.
So when I say I want her to bear my baby, there’s only one answer I want to hear:
“Yes, Mr. Wylde.”
I’m the president of the Wylde Ones MC, but it isn’t enough to have my name on the club.
I won’t be president forever.
And when I go, I want an heir to my throne.
I could wait and let fate dictate who that heir will be.
But I’ve never been one to leave things to chance.
I’ve made up my mind.
This is what’s going to happen:
I’m going to have Lena.
And Lena’s going to have my baby.
No matter what denials come from those pretty pink lips.
No matter how much she moans or protests.
I’m going to show her she needs my body just as much as I need hers.
But I can’t forget that she’s just a tool. A means to an end.
I refuse to let myself get tangled up in the process.
This is strictly a business transaction.
And I intend to transact with Lena again, and again, and again…
Diesel Daddy: Skull Riders MC
THIS DIESEL DADDY WANTS TO LIGHT MY WORLD ON FIRE.
He was gasoline; I was a lit match.
We never should have been within a country mile of each other.
But I just couldn’t turn down the scoop of a lifetime, and look what it got me:
The bad boy’s hand on my throat… and his baby in my womb.
When I saw Diesel walk into that bar, I thought he’d be my ticket to the top.
A bad boy biker with a rap sheet thicker than the dictionary?
Sounded like the perfect juicy news lead.
But what I found out was that Diesel had something else thick he wanted to share with me…
And he knew it’d make me juicy, too.
I should know better.
But I just can’t say no.
Not when he pulls me into his arms.
Not when he bends me over his bed.
And not when he whispers in my ear exactly what he wants to give me:
His baby in my belly.
The Devil’s Baby: The Smoking Vipers MC
I SWORE I’D PUT MY BABY IN HIS DAUGHTER’S BELLY.
She thinks I’m the devil, but that won’t stop me.
When her father sees what I’ve done with his girl, he’ll beg for my mercy.
But I won’t rest until she’s wearing my ring…
And bearing my baby.
I’m gonna end this war once and for all…
By hurting Snake Lafayette in the most permanent way possible.
His daughter already thought her life was hell…
But then she met me.
And I’ve got big plans for this little princess.
She’s gonna bend where I tell her.
Beg when I command her.
And once I drag her to the altar, she’ll be mine forever.
Whether she likes it or not.
Pay for Her: The Warhawks MC
HE PAID WHATEVER IT TOOK TO MAKE ME HIS.
The thug who stole my home wants me as his slave.
The biker who bought my body wants me for something worse.
I had no choice but to become his possession.
I just never thought I’d like it so much.
I used to be a good girl, once upon a time.
I had a grandmother who loved me.
A home to shelter me.
But then these men came into my life and took it all away.
Before I know it, I’m stripped bare under the spotlights while faceless men bid for my body.
The night grows longer.
The price goes higher.
But one man won’t be outdone.
I’ve never met him before.
But by the time the nightmare is over, I have a feeling I’m going to know him very, very well.
My new owner, Tank, is a monster.
A killer.
A thief.
He terrifies me.
And from now on, I belong to him.
Axel’s Little Angel: The Rippers MC
I WANT HER TO BEAR MY LITTLE ANGEL.
I knew it from the moment she hit me with her car:
This girl would be the one to bear my child.
The problem is, she doesn’t know that yet herself.
Time to take her in my arms and show her how things are gonna be.
Millie is a good girl.
An innocent girl.
But not for long.
She hit me with her car and now she’s going to pay the price.
I don’t want money – not that she has the necessary funds, anyways.
No, Little Miss Millie has something I want far, far more.
A body to bear my baby.
She can try to resist me all she wants.
But when I come to collect what I’m owed, there will be nothing in the world that can stop me.
I won’t rest until I have my little angel.
Pistol’s Baby: The Brethren MC
I SWORE I’D PUT MY BABY IN HER WOMB.
I promised I’d put a baby in her belly.
And Pistol Adams doesn’t break his promises.
Lisa doesn’t recognize my face, but when I tie her to my bed, she’ll remember…
I’ve owned her since the day we met.
It was a silly promise struck between silly kids.
If she wasn’t a mother by the time I came back,
I’d make damn sure that I did the job.
Years went by.
A lot of stuff happened – to both of us.
But I’m back home now, and I’ve got business to settle.
Lisa doesn’t even remember me.
In her defense, I’ve got scars I didn’t have back then.
Tattoos.
Blood on my hands.
But I’m a man now, not a little boy anymore.
And I’ve got a promise to fulfill.
I don’t give a damn if she has a man, or a career, or anything else like that.
Only one thing matters now:
Holding her down until I fill her with my child.
I won’t take no for an answer.
Knocked Up by the Biker: The Ancestors MC
I NEVER MEANT TO GET KNOCKED UP BY THE BIKER.
The biker had me once. I guess that wasn’t enough.
Because he comes crashing back into my life…
And this time, he won’t be satisfied with one kiss, one touch, one night.
He won’t rest until I’m pregnant with his baby.
I let him own me like no man had before him.
I should’ve known he’d leave me in the dirt.
Afterwards, I tried to forget about Bryce...
Until he showed up in my emergency room.
With his gun aimed at my head, he told me exactly what he wanted me to do.
I didn’t have a choice but to comply.
So I knelt.
I bent.
I submitted.
But one taste of me wasn’t enough.
He wanted more, and more, and more.
There’s only so much a girl can give.
Or so I thought.
But when he told me what he really wanted, my heart stopped.
That’s how I ended up a thousand miles from home…
Kidnapped.
Claimed.
And knocked up by the biker.
Crave: Santora Mafia
One night with her was not enough. I crave more.
If I like what I see, I take it.
Being a mob boss has its privileges.
I had no right to her, but I took her anyways.
&nbs
p; And it’s about to cost me everything.
She didn’t deserve what I did to her.
But when did that ever stop me?
She was too tempting, too innocent for me to ignore.
I needed a taste.
So I took one.
A whole night of tasting.
Of touching.
Of satisfying every. Single. Craving.
If I could do it over again, maybe I would have left her alone.
She was delicious, yes…
But it was wrong to leave her to her abusive husband, her depressing life.
I had it all – money, power, adventure.
She had black eyes and sleepless nights.
But as everything crumbles around me, I find myself thinking of her again.
There’s war.
Blood.
Death and betrayal.
But all I want is another taste of Sofia.
And when I find out her son is my heir, the deal is sealed:
I’m coming back to get what’s mine.
Traded: A Dark Mafia Romance
I traded my freedom for a chance at survival. Now, I belong to a monster.
You can’t outrun your fate.
I would know – I tried.
I fled death and destruction…
…only to end up in the bed of a killer.
Michal
Alina was like all the other girls.
Hopeful. Expectant. Naive.
I've seen this picture a hundred times before.
And it never ends well.
The fighters usually survive for a few years.
Not her though.
Alina's not cut out for this life.
But try swaying my father when there's money to be made.
I'm still stuck figuring, Why her?
Maybe it was her eyes calling to something deep inside me.
Or maybe I just hate sharing.
Don't get me wrong. I'm no saint.
But I won't be responsible for another body splayed in some alleyway.
Not this time.
Not Alina.
Alina
I should have listened to my gnawing insides.
It all seemed too easy. Planned.
I was right.
When my parents were killed I was left with nothing.
Coming to America was my last hope. A ticket to a new life.
But I should've taken my own advice:
Don't. Trust. Anyone.
It's hard not to wonder how many other girls there have been.
If any of them survived.
Not that it matters considering I'm bound to one man now.
And don't let the charming smile fool you.
Iwan Nowak is a monster.
On the bright side, Michal has taken a liking to me.
But I can't decide what's a worse fate:
Working for Iwan…
Or being claimed by his son.
Bad Boy’s Touch: A Dark Bad Boy Hitman Romance (Moretti Family Mafia)
I CAN’T SAY NO TO THE BAD BOY’S TOUCH.
I’m a survivor.
So when life brings me to my knees with a gun against my head,
I do what has to be done to stay alive.
It’s left me at the mercy of a sexy, dangerous hitman.
He’ll let me live… if I do everything exactly as he says.
Scraping dollar bills off the floor to the cheers of leering men.
My parents would've been proud . . . if I'd known them.
My life hasn’t been fair or easy.
But it’s not a fair or easy kind of world.
No one gets a free ride.
Sometimes, though, it seems like mine has been worse than most.
Like when I end up at the wrong party with a gun pointed right at me.
Still, despite my struggles, I’m not ready to give up just yet.
The voice inside my head is screaming, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!
Not yet.
Not today.
Why he didn't pull the trigger, I'll never know.
But now I'm at his mercy…
And he's coming to take what belongs to him.
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