Wild Rides: 10 Blazing Hot Alpha Bad Boy Biker and MC Romance Box Set

by Dez Burke

  Just being with him was a pleasure. He made naked and lazy a guilty thrill.

  “Have you gotten everything?” I asked.

  “Oh, yeah. Best part is we're just getting started. We're gonna do it over and over again, baby, 'til I know the job is done.” He kissed me.

  I smiled beneath his lips, knowing it wouldn't be long at all before he was ready for another round.

  “Yeah? What about after I'm pregnant?”

  “Then I'll make sure I find a place that's better than this club room. We need a real home outside the MC, just like the older guys with families.” He laughed a little and shrugged, staring at the ceiling, full of new dreams.

  “ It's fucking insane. Never thought I'd be hatching plans like that. Not this soon, anyway.”

  He reached for my hand. Twining his fingers with mine, he pulled me closer on his chest.

  “No, that's great, but it isn't what I meant...will you still want me when I'm not so small anymore?”

  Jack's head jerked to face me. He stared for a second, wide-eyed disbelief written everywhere.

  “You kidding? You're gonna be beautiful to me forever, Rach. I don't get rid of things I love. Had the same Harley since I was patched in by Pop ten years ago. You're my old lady, and I'll love you even when you really are an old lady.”

  I laughed at his emphasis on the words.

  “It's not funny, and it isn't bullshit either,” he insisted. “Do I need to remind you? What does it say right here?”

  He took my arm and held it up to my face. There in the slight red halo around the ink, I saw the words again, as if from a dream.

  Property of Throttle, Prairie Devils Cassandra.

  “Like it or not, you're mine,” he growled, squeezing my flesh in that possessive way that sent lightning through my nerves.

  “Oh, I like it,” I said. I moved in for another kiss, reaching for the erection I felt rising against my thigh.

  “Good. Because once something's mine, I never let up. Give me a couple years and you'll get all the house, jewelry, and kids you can handle.”

  I laughed, amazed at the image. It was so real I could see it.

  “As long as I'm above ground, you're my old lady. Nobody and nothing's ever gonna change that.” Jack stopped to kiss away the silly tear that trickled down my cheek. “We've had our fill with words. Let's get back to working on that baby...”

  Smiling, I spread myself wide to receive him, ready for our forever.

  Never again would I deny the badass I was spending the rest of my life with.

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  June Daniels watched helplessly as the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club destroyed everything she ever cared about. The ruthless gang controls her shattered life, condemning her to darkness without end...until she meets him.

  Aaron “Maverick” Sturm doesn't know what it means to settle down. The President of the Prairie Devils Nomads charter is way too hardened, untamable, and dominant for any old lady.

  But when he's sent West to establish a new charter, the beautiful woman he takes as collateral from the Grizzlies upends everything. Instincts Aaron never knew existed start to rage, primal desires to love and protect her in his bed, on his bike, and in his heart.

  This bad boy loves a challenge. Claiming broken, mysterious June is his fiercest ever.

  She can't forsake her need for vengeance on the Grizzlies. He can't let go, even when giving her what she needs most brings savage politics and blood war between MCs.

  Will June find love and justice with her outlaw savior – or will her bitter determination ruin the man she loves and his club?

  Riding Danger by Adriana Hunter

  Chapter One

  “We’ve got a pick-up tomorrow.” The brusque, raspy voice came at Jace Dawson with the scent of chewing tobacco and beer. He wrinkled his nose, both from the strong odor and because he wasn’t exactly keen on being a part of this deal in the first place.

  Turning from the bar, he came face to face with Alec Stone, the president of the motorcycle club and the only man who held any real power over him. He wouldn’t give away his distaste for what gun-running had done to the Iron Soldiers Motorcycle Club until he could pull them out from under the hold the dealers had on them and finally get things back on track. Back to the way they used to be when his father was still alive and president of the club, a club he lived and died for.

  “And what does that have to do with me?” Jace asked, clearly aggravated.

  Alec drew his brows together as he spit into his cup, his dark eyes as ruthless as he’d always been after the dollar signs called to him, greed controlling his every move.

  “I can’t trust just anyone to take care of this, Jace. You know damn well the Haitians are bringing in over a half million in product, and we have to pull this one off without a fuck-up if we’re going to keep the agreement going. It will mean a good payout if we play our cards right. I need you there, son.”

  Jace wanted to ask where Alec would be while he was risking his life in order to fulfill Alec’s agreement with the dealers, but he knew better. The man didn’t want the middleman seeing his face or to be part of a situation that could get ugly quick. He would rather put all the men who’d devoted their lives to his club in danger than to risk himself being vulnerable to a double cross. He claimed that the distribution of money to the club was fair, but Jace knew he was pocketing a great deal more than any of them were. He also knew better than to question it. Everyone did.

  “And when is this supposed to go down?” Jace tossed a quick glance at the man he once admired, his fallen hero who now used the club to his advantage rather than standing behind it as they had once promised to do.

  Alec threw back a shot of whiskey, his eyes never meeting Jace’s. “Hit the building at about ten. Your delivery should arrive within the hour. I’ll send you the inventory list to check over. Take Donnie, James, and Rafe with you. I don’t want to take any chances that something might go wrong, and they’ll be able to watch your back.”

  Taking three men who were just as unhappy by the whole arrangement wouldn’t do a damn bit of good if Eliezer Pierre, the middleman, brought his own reinforcements and decided to open fire. But Jace could only clench his jaw to avoid saying something he might regret later. He’d handle this, and he’d find a way to kill the next deal so that they could unbury themselves from this disaster before the Bandidos caught wind of it and came after them for gaming in their territory.

  “I don’t think Eli’s smart enough to try anything stupid,” Jace replied gruffly, reaching for the beer he’d been nursing. He was done with the conversation. At this point, he just wanted to finish his drink and get the hell out of the bar for the night. Most of his buddies had turned in early, and he had no more reason to be here.

  “Good.” Alec clapped him on the back the way he always had, like an old friend. And they had been, good friends for nearly ten years now with Alec once taking on a father figure role after Jace had lost his dad to a deal gone wrong. But in the last year or so, since the little one-off side deals had turned into a full time illegal gun-running business that was bringing in millions of dollars, their
friendship had gone to hell and the club had turned to a new, dangerous direction.

  Jace understood the lure of money and greed, but when the first brother had been sent back three months ago, bloodied and nearly dead, as a ‘warning’ from the local chapter of the Rogues, an opposing club, they had taken it seriously, backing off from further deals. Everyone, that is, except Alec. He’d simply paid the hospital bills and given the member extra money before throwing him right back into the business, sending him out to handle an even bigger exchange with greater risks.

  Jace was beyond frustrated, but he had to tread carefully or he’d only get himself and anyone else who decided to go against Alec’s orders killed. These days, the man trusted no one and had a serious temper, reckless and uncontrollable. It would be foolish to incite that rage, especially without a plan in place. If there was one thing that Jace knew, it was that the club couldn’t get out from under this without him. Being able to see the future and predict someone’s next step had kept him alive more times than he cared to remember. But Alec was one of the few men that Jace had trouble understanding, much less be able to stay one step ahead of. He was unpredictable and selfish and Jace knew just how much greed could change a man, leaving him unrecognizable even to his own mother.

  Placing the empty bottle on the bar and sliding a fifty-dollar bill across to the bartender, he pulled his leather jacket over his shoulders and nodded goodnight to Alec. He stepped outside, breathing deeply, enjoying the fresh, light breeze of early summer as he straddled his Harley Seventy-Two and started her up. He sat for a minute, engine purring beneath him, pulling hard and long on a Marlboro, before he tossed the butt to the ground and rolled onto the street.

  His house was just outside of town and he cruised along, trying to let the stress roll off his shoulders and fade into the wind behind him. He wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing the real danger his men faced tomorrow, but there was nothing he could do to pull them out of it. He needed a plan and he needed it now.

  Chapter Two

  Piper Reece caught the knowing look that Carrie sent the orderly passing by and the twinkle in his eye as he smiled back. Shaking her head, she raised an eyebrow at her flirty co-worker.

  “I take it you found your next conquest.”

  Carrie nodded, a smile creasing the corners of her eyes. “Oh yeah, I sure did. And it was fabulous.” The tiny little woman with the perfect curves somehow managed to make her scrubs look as sexy as a little black dress. Carrie had made it clear that she had no qualms about hitting on patients or dating co-workers, especially new doctors.

  Piper, on the other hand, couldn’t imagine using her job to pick up men, especially as hard as she’d worked to land the head nurse position at Parkland hospital. Her salary was finally climbing to a reasonable level, and she was looking at several private hospitals that would double her pay once she had a bit more experience under her belt.

  Nonetheless, there were times when she was jealous of the cute little nurse and her crazy love life. Piper had been so focused on school for so long and had jumped right into her career when she’d graduated that she hadn’t been on a date in over a year, much less have time for a real relationship. She was very ambitious; wanting to prove to her parents that she could be something on her own without needing them to foot the bill.

  “Carrie, you’re really something else,” she responded with a giggle, printing out the last set of prescriptions for the resident doctor and the patient who was being discharged this evening before she headed home for the night. She had a date with her DVR, a frozen pizza, and a bag of microwave popcorn. It was the first real downtime she’d had in the last three months, and she wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

  Carrie was headed home as well, her shift over, and she tapped Piper on the shoulder as she blew by with her usual flurry. “Hey, if you feel like it, I’m meeting some of my girlfriends at Grapevine for a drink. It won’t be a late night. You should join us. It’ll be fun.”

  As much as she appreciated the invitation, Piper didn’t feel incredibly social. “Thanks, but I’m really tired tonight. Think I’m just going to chill at home.”

  Carrie shrugged and said goodnight as they both retrieved their belongings from the staff room and made their way toward the parking garage. Piper climbed into her car and considered what it might be like to meet up with Carrie and her friends, but then shook her head and turned in the other direction, heading toward her apartment in Addison. She wasn’t the party-girl type and she knew she never would be. She just didn’t fit in with those kinds of girls.

  Her phone was ringing when she walked in the door, and she moved quickly to answer it.

  “Hello?” she answered breathlessly.

  “It took you long enough,” her sister, Sterling, quipped in an irritated voice.

  Piper smiled as she dropped into a chair by the kitchen table to talk. “You know, if you would call my cell, you’d find me more easily. I just walked in the door from work. What’s up?”

  “Oh, sorry,” Sterling replied. “Listen, word has it there’s FBI crawling around the area, a couple of agents from out of town. I just wanted to know if anything out of the ordinary had come through the hospital, any unusual shootings or stabbings or anything that may be considered... suspicious?”

  Piper covered her mouth to keep from giggling. Her sister had just landed a job at a local news station and was determined to catapult her career with a breaking story before anyone else in the media. She was constantly calling Piper, asking her about patients, arrests at the hospital, and just about anything that may turn into a lead. Except each time Piper refused to discuss her patients or share any confidential information that could cost her the job.

  “Sorry, I can’t help you there, but I’ll keep my eyes open.” And she would. She knew better than to share the information should anything come her way, but she knew it was much easier to just let Sterling believe otherwise.

  “Thanks, Piper. Oh, I was thinking of going to see a movie this weekend. Want to come?”

  “Sure, I’d love to. Just text me a time and a place when you figure it out.”

  She said goodnight and hung up, finally ready to relax. She got up and made her way into the bathroom, turning on the hot water, preparing her bath. It was going to be a long, relaxing night and after a long week of endless shifts at the hospital, she was so very thankful for it.

  Chapter Three

  They carefully scoured the perimeter of the building in the old warehousing district of Dallas, looking for any sign of a setup or sting. James, one of their most loyal members, was posted as a lookout on the third floor that overlooked the truck docks and the main dock entry. He sweated inside his long leather duster, the early summer heat beating down from the sun high overhead, but he had two pistols buried in the back of his jeans and two more in the pockets of the coat for anything that might come up. He needed the duster as a cover.

  Donnie and Rafe flanked Jace as the delivery truck backed towards them, and as it pulled in, Jace received a text from the man upstairs notifying him that Eliezer Pierre was on his way to meet them. He left his two men, who were carefully watching the truck, while he greeted Eli with a brief nod, trying hard to bury his suspicions.

  Eli smiled and extended a hand, his Haitian French accent just thick enough that Jace had to listen hard to understand him.

  “It is good doing business with you again, my friend. I’m sure you’ll find the delivery to be more than satisfactory, yes?”

  Jace offered a hesitant smile and nodded. “We’ll see when the truck’s unloaded.”

  He signaled to the men that it was time to start unloading and watched them carefully as Rafe and Donnie checked the inventory to make sure nothing was missing. Once everything had been thoroughly checked, the men climbed back into the truck and Eli followed Jace to the temporary office set up for these sorts of exchanges. With his body shielding the combination lock, Jace opened the safe and pulled out the cash that had been set aside
for the transaction. He threw it on the desk and waited while Eli eagerly counted the bills.

  With a nod of satisfaction, Eli smiled at him again. “You are good business, my friend. When is the next run?”

  Clearing his throat, Jace scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not sure, Eli. See, the guy who calls the shots hasn’t been overly enthusiastic about this whole thing and the service we’re getting in this business relationship, so I don’t know if he’s going to want to continue doing business with you and your guys.” It was a lie and it was certainly risky, but if he could get the middleman up in arms and concerned about the possibility of Alec turning tail and canceling the agreement, maybe he could break the trust built between the supplier and their club, which would put an end to the gun-running for good.

  Concerned, Eli crossed his arms over his chest. “That would be an unwise move, my friend. I tell you, the men who have the merchandise, they don’t take kindly to broken contracts. And I understand your boss has a long-term agreement with the man who puts the supplies out there for you, my friend. I think you should honor the agreement for as long as it stands. For the sake of your club.”

  Jace grinned, his gaze never leaving Eli’s face, unflinching. “I’ll be sure to pass on the message, Eli, but like you, I don’t call the shots...my friend,” he added, using the middleman’s term before escorting him out of the office and back to his truck.

  After they pulled away and the other men sorted the piles for redistribution, Jace pulled out his cell and sent a short message to Alec to let him know the transaction was complete. He didn’t leave until all the other men were gone.

  As he locked up the warehouse and set the alarm, he looked around and growled. This place was a dump, but Alec had insisted they needed a base of operations where no one would come asking questions about their meetings with a bunch of Haitians in a delivery truck. Certainly, between this looking like a legitimate warehouse on the outside and the fact that the cops in this part of Dallas were typically busy with drunk drivers leaving the strip clubs and vagrants begging for money, it was probably the safest option for such an incredibly dangerous set-up.