Biker Daddy (A Rogue Tide Motorcycle Club Romance) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Prologue

  Biker Daddy

  Nikki Wild

  Meg Jackson

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Saved by the Bad Boy

  Mailing List

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

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  1. Saffron

  2. Sawyer

  3. Saffron

  4. Sawyer

  5. Saffron

  6. Sawyer

  7. Saffron

  8. Sawyer

  9. Saffron

  10. Sawyer

  11. Saffron

  12. Sawyer

  13. Saffron

  14. Sawyer

  15. Saffron

  16. Sawyer

  17. Saffron

  18. Sawyer

  19. Saffron

  20. Sawyer

  21. Saffron

  22. Sawyer

  23. Saffron

  24. Sawyer

  25. Saffron

  ARROGANT BRIT!

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  NIKKI WILD

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  Rock Hard

  NIKKI WILD

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  NIKKI WILD

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  1. ILLICIT BEHAVIOR

  2. Angel

  3. Trent

  4. Angel

  5. Trent

  6. Angel

  7. Trent

  8. Angel

  9. Trent

  10. Angel

  11. Trent

  12. Angel

  13. Trent

  14. Angel

  15. Trent

  16. Angel

  17. Trent

  18. Angel

  19. Trent

  20. Angel

  21. Trent

  22. Angel

  23. Trent

  24. Angel

  25. Trent

  26. Angel

  27. Trent

  28. Angel

  29. Trent

  30. Angel

  31. Trent

  32. Angel

  33. Trent

  34. Angel

  35. Trent

  36. Angel

  37. One Year Later

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  Taking Beauty

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  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25
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  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

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  Prologue

  "You're holding that stick all sorts of wrong, honey."

  The voice was husky. Gruff and husky and deep enough to spark a shock up my spine. Turning, I got an eyeful of man; and what an eyeful it was. He had a five o’clock shadow, long blonde hair, and gray eyes. I shit you not – gray, straight-from-the-steel-mill eyes.

  "What's that?" I asked, daring my heart to stop beating so fast. I knew it wasn't the vodka - I'm basically immune to the stuff. No, it was him. He was a much stronger drink than the one I was drinking.

  "You're holding it wrong," he said. He sat on a stool, his elbows on the bar, eyes dancing over my body.

  "Hey, man, we're kind of doing a thing over here," Ilya said. Oh, right. My date. I was on a date.

  "Well, the thing you're doing would be done better if she knew how to hold the cue stick," the stranger said, easing himself off the stool easy as a cat slinking off a cushion. "Come here, honey."

  I shouldn't. It would be unfair to Ilya. And myself - I knew damn well that even a second in this man's arms would bring me nothing but grief.

  "Man, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Ilya slammed his cue down on the table behind him and stalked around the green velvet table. Poor Ilya. That stalk became a stumble when he realized just how big this guy was. Ilya had more in common with a toothpick than a prizefighter. Nice guy, though, and that’s what mattered, right? At least, that's what Alexei thought. He was the one who set me up, of course.

  "May I?" The stranger ignored Ilya entirely and came up behind me. Before I could stop him - or myself - he had his arms on either side of me, one hand reaching down for the pool cue in my hand. My breath left in one huge gasp when our flesh finally made contact. And then he was bending me over. Yes. Yes. Yes.

  No. No. No. Not tonight. This wasn't good. I glanced at Ilya, whose eyes were bugging out of his head, his face red as the devil with a sunburn.

  "See, you're gonna use your hip to..."

  I bit my lip as he shifted, showing me how to throw my weight.

  "Use the cue like the sights on a gun," he continued, whispering in my ear. He was close enough to hear my heartbeat. Close enough to feel how hot my blood was running. Luckily, I was close enough to feel the same things happening in his body. That levelled the field a little bit.

  Click.

  It was a beautiful shot. Clean and steady, sinking two solids in a corner pocket. He lingered a little longer than necessary before detaching his body from mine. When he did, I felt cold.

  "Great," Ilya scowled. "Thanks for the tips. Now do you mind?"

  "You like this guy?" The stranger looked down on me with a smirk on his face. Cocky, I thought, knowing that should turn me off but also knowing it was just the kind of thing that turned me on.

  "Yeah, I do," I lied, for Ilya's sake. Inside, I was screaming: take me out of here, get me out of this damn date, buy me a fucking drink and make a move...

  "No, you don't," he chuckled.

  "Shit," Ilya had just about had it. And that was bad. Because if Alexei heard about this...suffice to say, muscle is all well and good, but it doesn't do much when you're facing down the barrel of a gun.

  "Please," I said, turning to the stranger and putting my hand on his chest. "You really have to go, okay? Thanks for the tip."

  He frowned, glancing over my head at Ilya, who was pulling his phone out.

  "Please," I said, leaning in, trying to get him to see the warning in my eyes. Instead, he licked his lips and grinned.

  "A girl like you tends to get what she wants, huh?" he said. "And you want me gone. Alright."

  He caught Ilya's eye, then leaned in to whisper in my ear. His hot breath stirred a terrible wind in my chest and made my thighs clench.

  "When you're done with him, come find me," he said. And then he reached around, slipped his hand on my ass, and gave me a squeeze.

  So I slapped him.

  You think I would take that kind of thing just because I was deathly attracted to him?

  He laughed it off, holding his hand on the red mark on his cheek.

  "Thatta girl," he said, then looked at Ilya again. Ilya was shaking, but he wasn't calling Alexei, so that was good. "See ya, pal."

  It occurred to me that Ilya saw Mr. Tall, Blond, and Ripped squeeze my derriere and didn't do a damn thing about it. I guess he thought my slap was enough. And to be fair, he wouldn't stand a chance against my pool tutor. Left a bad taste in my mouth, though. Worse than the ass-squeeze itself, which I was sure I'd be replaying in my mind later that night, long after Ilya dropped me off at home all safe and sound. He certainly wasn’t getting any from me. He barely had a chance to begin with, but now he would have to invent a trans-dimensional spaceship and try to find an alternate universe where this whole incident never happened if he wanted to get in my pants.

  As quickly as he made himself known, the stranger made himself scarce. I don't know how he expected me to "come find him" - except that the last thing I saw of him was the patch on the back of his leather jacket. A pretty familiar one, given the club's clout around town. He was with the Rogue Tide Motorcycle Club, which existed in a tenuous harmony with my own family. Huh. I guess it wasn't too surprising - those boys were famous for being rowdy, cocky, and good in bed.

  "Lucya," Ilya barked my name and I spun around. "Are you okay? That guy..."

  "Was just a jerk," I said, waving it off. "I'm fine."

  "I'm sorry I didn't..."

  He shrugged, blushing.

  "Don't worry," I said, leaning over to resume the game, since I didn't want to linger on the subject of men I'd rather be on a date with. "I'm of the opinion that guys who fight usually have big balls but little dicks."

  That was a lie. The cue ball made a satisfying click as it bounced another solid into the corner pocket.

  Chapter 1

  Five Years Later

  Sinner

  Train and Pony stood at the front of the room, as they always did during church. Train, our president, wore a scowl accentuated by the scar that ran down his cheek. Pony, our VP, was no prettier. Me and the other 19 members of the Rogue Tide sat in the clubhouse's biggest room; a mural on the far wall showed our club emblem, a blue wave circled in gold, and the names of all members past and present. At least, the names of our chapter. The founding chapter. We had boys in Connecticut in Maine, but the Rogue Tide got its start right here in Vernon, Massachusetts.

  "We gotta get rid of this shit fast," Pony was saying. "I want those prospects working every hour of every day. I don't give a fuck if they have to go all the way to Schoonerville to get it off our hands."

  "More trouble than it's worth," Spit grumbled from behind me.

  "That ain't your place to say," Pony spat.

  "It'll be worth the trouble when you can afford a new limited edition Precious Moments figurine for your old lady," Train said through a smirk, and the boys laughed, ribbing Spit until he shrunk down in his seat. Poor guy made the mistake of getting hubbied up by a nice gal who collected cherubic little porcelain figures, instead of a slutty teenager with a coke habit. To each their own, but I preferred neither: I'd fuck nice girls, shy girls, bad girls, strippers, MILFS, coeds, playmates or virgins, but I was never getting tied down again. I already had one girl in my life, and she was enough.