AFFLICTED: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Nicole Fox

  All of her money problems would be taken care of. She could stop dodging Martin, the embodiment of filth that masqueraded as her landlord. Her mouth was suddenly dry, but she swallowed anyways.

  His eyes were steely, his voice made of granite. “My word is my bond. You'll be taken care of if you do this for me.”

  There was something about the determination in him, a weird sense of a rogue's integrity. He was unlike any man she'd ever met before. And here he was, a man who lived or died by his honor, staking that honor when he made this promise. Sara knew she shouldn't believe him, but she did. She believed him with ever fiber of her being.

  But, still, that was probably just the liquor and beer believing for her. “When's my appointment with the doctor, then?” she asked, a heavy note of sarcasm dripping into her voice.

  “Doctor?” he asked, genuine surprise in his voice. “No doctors. We'd just do it the old-fashioned way.”

  “The old-fashioned way?”

  “You really are prim and proper, aren't you?” he asked.

  “What's that supposed to mean?”

  “I mean,” he said with an oddly sexy curl of his lip, “we fuck.”

  “Listen,” she said. “I don't know you, and you don't know me.”

  “Perfect,” he said. “I want to keep this about making a baby.”

  “Not about raising one, then?”

  He shook his head. “The only thing I care about are my brothers, the Fallen Knights. You and I, we have a baby. I get paid, you get paid. Simple as that.”

  Sara laughed a little, nervous about the conversation, and about how the man across the table from her was making her feel. She wanted to agree, if only because she might get to see what he had beneath that biker vest and tight black shirt if she did.

  “I don't even know your name,” she said, “and you don't even know mine.”

  “Danny Reynolds.”

  “Sara Taylor.”

  “See? That simple. We're practically fucking already.”

  Laughing uneasily, she shook her head. “I don't really think practically fucking is enough to build a life around, or enough to make a decision. I'm the one who has to carry a baby for nine months, after all.”

  “How about this?” he asked. “How about we meet again tomorrow? When there's no beer involved?”

  “No shots, either,” Sara said, taking another drink of beer.

  He nodded in agreement. “There's a park on the square, downtown near the courthouse. How about noon?”

  Sara thought briefly about her busy schedule of sitting around being unemployed, before agreeing to the meet.

  “Good. Noon, then,” he said and vacated the booth with his beer. He nodded a goodbye to Jethro, and was headed for the door before Sara had a chance to reconsider.

  Even though she was nervous about their meeting tomorrow, she watched as his perfect, tight-jeans-covered ass disappeared through the front door. Her eyes lingered, waiting to see if he'd come back in.

  “What in the hell have I gotten myself into?” Sara wondered aloud before finishing her beer.

  Chapter Three

  Sara

  The roar of the bike punched through the gentle quiet of Main Street as Danny pulled up at the park. Sara smirked a little to herself as she checked the time on her phone. Even though she'd only known Danny for the space of one conversation, she could say one thing about him: he was punctual. It was exactly noon.

  She'd been up half the night, worried out of her mind that this was all a sham, and that the sexy biker had been pulling her leg. The other half, she'd been fretting about this not being a sham, and how she would handle the fallout of her decisions. Now, she sat there on the park bench, weighing all her choices.

  One thing she knew, though: it wasn't an option to just leave her life the way it was. What kind of existence was moving from low-rent apartment to low-rent apartment, having no one other than her friend Penny to rely on, and working awful temp jobs where old businessmen just leered at her body while she got them coffee? No reliable man in her life. No husband. No children. Did she want that till she died? If so, what was the point?

  Sara chewed on her lip as she watched him approach, as she traced her eyes down and around his strong, goateed jaw, over his slicked-back, wavy hair, and across his broad chest and massive arms. He looked even better out here, in the warm light of day, than he had in the dingy, poorly lit Old Crow.

  She could feel herself getting excited as she thought about what it would be like if she signed this deal, if she climbed into bed with him. The feel of his flesh pressed against hers.

  She bet he'd fuck her like a real man, too. Not like any of those prissy, unstable flings she'd had.

  “You still in?” Danny asked as he, wearing his MC vest and tight jeans just like the day before, came stomping through the neatly trimmed grass and planted himself right next to her. He had a big manilla envelope in one hand, and he slapped it down on the bench next to him.

  Sara shivered a little at his proximity, at the smell of exhaust and musky manliness that seemed to roll off him. “I don't know. I mean, how do I know it'll be worth my time?”

  He stretched out an arm and put it across the back of the bench like he owned the place, and her. “Believe me,” he said as he glanced down at her, “it'll be worth your time. I brought the paperwork from Pops' estate, if you want to look at it. That way, you know I'm not just making crazy promises.”

  She glanced over at the envelope, then back to him. “I probably should look over it.”

  He picked up the papers and handed them over to her. “Be my guest.”

  She opened the bundle up and looked inside. She immediately saw a bunch of legal documents. She pulled them out and set the empty envelope across her lap, then started to read. Sure enough, it looked like he was telling the truth. There were lots of different assets, and lots of zeroes on their financial assessment.

  Geez. Was he really worth this much money?

  She mulled over the decision, didn't say anything for a bit. She worried away at her lower lip. Now, with him so close, it seemed so real. She could tell just from the way he handled himself that the “old-fashioned way” would be fun. But, something inside her recognized the danger. I mean, a guy like this, he'd probably been with tons of girls. But, in the end, why her? She put the papers back in the envelope and handed it to him.

  “Come on,” Danny said, clearly just jabbing at her a little. “I've got shit to do. You in? Or out?”

  “Why me?” she asked.

  “Why not you?” he asked. “You're good looking, you seem smart. Even better, you're not some trashy whore. I'd be fine with you raising my kid.”

  “Funny,” she said. “You want a woman you can pay to have your child, but you want one that's not a whore. The irony is strong with this one.”

  “Yeah,” he said, looking around again. “I know.”

  “Are you clean?”

  “Do I look like a fucking moron?” he asked sharply, as his head snapped around and his eyes found hers.

  “I'm still withholding judgment on that one,” she replied, smiling.

  In return, he seemed to just barely allow himself a little smile. “Yes,” he said, accentuating the word. “I'm clean. Any other questions?”

  With the way they were sitting on the park bench, his lips were just inches from hers. She could just lean forward and . . .

  Her eyes flickered from his eyes, down to his full, delicious mouth. “Do we have to kiss?” she asked.

  His eyes followed suit, but his glance down lasted longer than hers. “Why not? I've always figured work should be a little fun.”

  She smiled, bit her lip again. “Okay,” she said with a nod. “I'm in. But only because I need the money.”

  “Sure it's not because of my winning personality?” he asked, smirking.

  She didn't respond.

  “Didn't think so. I'll pick you up tomorrow night, alright?”

  “Tomorrow,” she agr
eed, before giving him her address.

  Finished with their meeting, he got up from the park bench and went to his bike. She kept her eyes on him the whole time, taking in the way he moved, the way he seemed to stalk across the grass like a predator. One part of her already regretted her decision, but another was conjuring butterflies to flutter in her stomach. It had been so long since she'd just been allowed to have fun, to cut loose.

  Maybe, with this she could let things go for a little while, even while she solved her problems and gave her life some new direction.

  Besides, it'd be good to get laid. Even a prim and proper priss like herself needed a good fucking every once in a while. And, as she watched the rugged, handsome biker pull out to roar away on his bike, she knew Danny was the man to do it.

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  HELLFIRE: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  He’s as hot as hellfire – and dangerous as sin.

  Gunner Wilson is the human equivalent of a motorcycle – loud, dirty, and built to ride all night long.

  He’s spent a night with damn near every girl in Texas.

  Well, every girl except me.

  I’m new in town, but I haven’t even been here for a full day before Gunner saunters over and starts tempting me towards his bed.

  He’s hot as hell and I’m dripping wet just looking at him…

  But I’m not that type of girl.

  Silly me.

  I might as well have just slept him.

  But how was I to know the truth?

  That, in just a little while, I’d be married to the bastard…

  And pregnant with his baby.

  Bearing His Baby

  I'll give him my body. I'll bear his baby. But I won't fall in love.

  SARA

  Ever since my parents lost everything, I've been dreaming of building a brand new future.

  Danny Reynolds says if I have his baby, he'll give me enough money to start over again.

  Sounds simple, but he's not a simple man.

  He's rugged, tough, and a long-standing member of the Fallen Knights MC.

  I knew at a glance that sleeping with him would change everything.

  But I did it anyways.

  Now I have what I thought I wanted – I'm pregnant with his child.

  So why isn’t it enough?

  Why do I want Danny, too?

  DANNY

  The last thing I need is a baby.

  But it was my dad's dying wish and the only way to get my inheritance.

  Fine.

  I'll find some woman to have my kid.

  But I will not settle down.

  I've got my life with the Fallen Knights.

  I don't need distractions.

  I just need solutions.

  Sara Taylor seems perfect for the job.

  She thinks she's too good for the likes of me, which means she won't try to get too close.

  The problem is, I can’t stop thinking about our nights together.

  Her body, in my arms.

  I’m not right for her in any way, shape, or form.

  So why am I not satisfied?

  Why do I keep craving more?

  I bought her body. But I won’t leave until I’ve claimed her heart and soul.

  Born Sinner

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  Life ain’t easy for a born sinner.

  Carter Prince wants an old lady like a house cat wants baths – in other words, not at all. So when the president of his MC hires him out as a bodyguard for the daughter of a local politician, he’s a little bit less than pleased. It’s not a completely horrible situation, though – he wasn’t expecting her to be such a stone cold stunner. He tells himself to keep his mind on the job, but the more time they spend together, the closer he gets to taking her as his own right then and there…

  Angela McCarron is sick of rules. Go here, not there. Do this, not that. It comes with the territory of being the daughter of a city councilman, but after eighteen years of it, all she wants is a little freedom, just a taste of the carefree childhood she never got to have.

  So imagine her joy when a mysterious threat in the mail prompts her father to hire a bodyguard for her. But there is a silver lining – Carter Prince might be the sexiest man she’s ever seen. If only he wasn’t such an icy bastard. She shouldn’t keep disobeying him, but then again, Angela’s never met a line that she didn’t wish she could cross… Especially not one this handsome.

  As Carter and Angela clash and mesh and clash again, the danger around them draws ever closer. It only takes one mistake before both of them realize just how far they’ve gone down the rabbit hole. They just have to hope it’s not too late to save themselves – or each other.

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