by Naomi West
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.
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.
BAD BOY’S KISS: A Dark Bad Boy Mafia Romance
Sinning never felt this good.
The boss’s daughter should be strictly off limits.
But I’ve never been the kind of guy who respects the rules.
I see – I want – I take.
And my sights just landed on her.
ASA
I’ve got enough going on without adding a fiery, savage girl to the mix.
But as they say, the heart wants what it wants.
Or rather…my c**k does.
And I’m not gonna rest until I have her on her knees.
My first taste of Lauren is exquisite,
Like that first beer after a bloody brawl or a long, dusty ride.
The second and third are just as good.
But there’s a voice in the back of my head telling me that this is all too easy.
And when she says she wants to help me take down her corrupt father,
I start to wonder…
Is she using me?
I’ve been a playboy my whole life.
But am I the one getting played?
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LAUREN
I’ve been on the run so long that I don’t know any other way to live.
But then HE found me.
The only one worse than my father.
Asa.
He’s as bad as they come…
And as sexy as anything else in this messed world.
With tattoos, muscles, hair that I’m dying to run my fingers through…
He’s the whole package, alright.
Plus, he’s got the whole package, if you know what I mean.
But he wants to bring me home.
The last place I want to go.
At least, that’s what I used to think.
But maybe this is a blessing in disguise.
Maybe I can use Asa to get the revenge I’ve been craving for years.
And if I get to undress his chiseled body in the meantime, so much the better.
The bad boy’s kiss is a drug…and I’m ready to get high.
CONTROL: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Blackened Souls MC)
I REFUSE TO REST UNTIL SHE’S UNDER MY CONTROL.
New girl in town means fresh meat for the taking.
One and done is my usual motto… but this one is different.
Taking her once won’t be enough.
I need her screaming my name, obeying my commands… and carrying my baby.
She looked like a fish out of water when she wandered into my town.
Said she was new around here…
But all I heard was “Take me, please.”
Your wish is my command, princess.
I’m the man who will ruin her for all others.
Cocky as hell? Yeah.
Hotter than that? Damn straight.
And I’m more than ready to take this angel for a ride.
But there’s more to this girl than meets the eye.
Turns out she was the bait in a trap I never saw coming.
I’m a lone wolf, not a breeding stallion.
But her father has other ideas.
And with a gun against my head, what other choice do I have?
Sleeping with Katrin is just the beginning of things.
Before I know it, there’s a wedding on the horizon.
And my baby growing inside her belly.
I guess this is what happens when you lose control.
OWNED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Blood Warriors MC)
I BOUGHT HER SO SHE COULD GIVE ME A CHILD.
I need a son to fulfill my father’s last wishes.
The pretty bartender is perfect for the job: hot, lonely, and desperate.
Now, I own all of her – from her lips to her womb.
And she’s going to have my baby.
It sure as hell wasn’t how I saw my life going.
I’m a biker, after all, not some loser dad with a white picket fence and 2.3 annoying children.
I drink, I fight, I screw.
I definitely don’t babysit.
But even for a rebel like myself, some things simply must be done.
My father begged me on his deathbed to give him a grandchild.
Plus, he made it a requirement of my inheritance.
Fine. As you wish, Pops.
One baby, coming up.
But the women in my life are hardly fit for conversation, much less reproducing.
I need someone a little different.
That’s where Star came in.
She’s as tough as they come, but more importantly, she’s desperate for some money.
I can give her that.
In exchange, I want all of her.
I want to see that sexy little grin.
To touch that tight little body.
And to give her a night that she will never forget – at least, not for nine months afterwards.
I’ll do whatever I want with this vixen.
After all, I own her now.
Broken: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Satan’s Wings MC)
SHE’S NAKED, WET, AND BROKEN – BUT MOST OF ALL, SHE’S MINE.
Second chance? F**k that.
I only need one moment alone to get Daria begging for my c*ck.
I’m gonna f*ck her full of my seed until she realizes the truth:
I’m not the kid she used to know anymore--I’m a motherf*cking man.
She’s trying to put the pieces of her life back together.
I’m trying to hunt down my father’s killers.
It wasn’t the right time or place to do what I did…
But do I look like the kind of guy who gives a sh*t?
Let me answer that for you: no, I’m not.
I couldn’t care less what Daria wants.
Because what I want is this:
Her legs spread wide.
Her mouth held open.
And not a stitch of clothing anywhere in sight.
I’m gonna tease her until she breaks.
Then I’m going to pick up the pieces and f*ck her ‘til she sees stars.
Inconvenient?
Maybe.
Crossing a line?
Most definitely.
But will it be worth it when I finally f*ck the girl next door?
You better believe it will be.
STOLEN: The Vanguard MC
I STOLE HIS BRIDE AND PUT MY BABY INSIDE OF HER.
Wyland West should’ve learned a long time ago: Do. Not. F*ck. With. Me.
But he stuck his nose where he didn’t belong, and now he’ll pay…
With his most valuable possession: his fiancé.
I’m going to break her. Mold her. And make her scream my name.
The new District Attorney, Wyland West, is a spiteful S.O.B.
He’s got a hard-on for stomping out people like me.
Rebels.
Bikers.
Bad boys.
He wants to clean the streets, whatever the hell that means.
But what he doesn’t know is that he doesn’t run this city…
I do.
And I’m not about to let a bastard like him take over without a fight.
He wants to f*ck with me?
Fine.
I’m going to f*ck him right back.
Starting with what he holds most dear…
His beautiful bride.
She’s gorgeous, alright, but by the time I’m through with her, she’ll be a naked, broken mess.
By the time I’m done, she’ll be addicted to my c*ck.
Dependent on my lips.
Hungry and desperate for one more taste of my seed.
But Wyland is more stubborn than I thought.
He’s trying to burn my world to the ground unless I give her back.
Do your worst, you son of a b*tch.
Once I stole her, she became mine forever.
SOLD: Jagged Souls MC
Every piece of her belongs to me now.
I’m on a hunt for my best friend’s killer.
But I couldn’t pass up the chance to purchase a woman like her.
She and her son are my possessions now…
And I will use them both as I please.
I saw her on stage and I had to have her.
Blond, gorgeous, innocent –
I needed that body in my bed.
Beneath my hands.
Submitting to my touch, my taste, my commands.
But just as suddenly as she comes into my life, she disappears.
No big deal.
I have bigger fish to fry.
Like finding out who left my best friend slaughtered and disgraced.
But this search for revenge has been dead end after dead end…
Until Sara comes back.
Could she be the thing I’ve been looking for?
Maybe there’s more to her than meets the eye.
Maybe she was a better purchase than I realized.
Maybe…
Just maybe…
She’s the key to ending this nightmare.
But the girl with the porcelain
skin is like a china doll:
I’ll have to break her to find out what’s inside.
RELEASE: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance
By the time I’m finished, she’ll be begging for her release.
I’m going to hunt down Abby Winters and make her pay for her crimes.
The things she did got my brother locked up on death row.
It won’t bring my brother back home safe, but forcing Ms. Winters to her knees might help ease my pain.
I hope she’s comfortable down there. This will not go quickly.
My brother doesn’t deserve to be rotting away in a jail cell.
What he did wasn’t his fault.
It was that g*ddamn drug they gave him.
He was a veteran suffering from PTSD, and those Big Pharma rats sold him on a pipe dream.
