Sons Of Sin (Motorcycle Club Biker Romance Novella, Biker Erotica)

By Sharon Cox

Introducing Sharon Cox's STEAMY Erotic Motorcycle Club thriller: Sons of Sin!

Lucy is in deep.

After meeting Ace Walker, the allusive President of San Antonio's most notorious Motorcycle Club, The Sons of Sin, she finds herself instantly captivated by him. Ace is everything Lucy has ever craved in a man. Tough, dangerous, and just a tad bit domineering. He's also ruggedly handsome, with piercing brown eyes that make Lucy feel weak in the knees. In essence, Ace is the archetype of the "bad boys" her mother had always warned her about. And Ace's intentions are hardly innocent.

He's out for blood.

Revenge. And Lucy's recently deceased father, one of the most loved bike mechanics in town, seems to be the one who has wronged him. Will Lucy be the one to pay for her fathers sins or do Ace and his brothers have their sights set on something much greater with the innocent nineteen year old?

Even more importantly...will Lucy be able to ride with the big boys or will she break under pressure?

And what about Ace's sexy and allusive Vice President, Richie Morgan? Does he have taboo intentions of his own with innocent little Lucy?

Read to find out how it all unfolds Sharon Cox's hot new erotic series!

Here's a taste:

I drew in a sharp breath, feeling his hand slipping under the band of my dress, his grip heavy on my thigh. I didn’t know what was happening. One minute he was the tough alpha male, urging me to tell him what was on my mind and intent on proving that he cared about me, and the next he was melting like butter under my touch, his erection so solid I could feel it pulsating through his pants. Then...he was kissing me, hard, ferociously, hungrily. Before I realized what I was doing, I had made the mistake of kissing him back. Realizing this, I pushed him off of me. A look of slight bewilderment and determination crossed his face, and I knew he wouldn’t give up without getting what he wanted. I wanted him too, badly, but I wasn’t about to say it. If Richie wanted me, he’d have to earn it, fair and square. This certainly was not the first time he had tried something like this. But...it was the first time I didn't promptly stop him.
I braced myself, seeing how far he'd test the limits as his hand inches farther and farther up my dress. I felt myself parting my legs. Giving into him.
What was wrong with me? I thought.
If Ace were to ever find out about this, he'd never forgive us.
Richie seemed to read my mind, his breath warm against the cusp of my neck. He was getting closer to me now, practically straddling the divider between us.
"He'll never find out..." He whispered, grabbing my tiny hand and placing it flush against his throbbing cock, which throbbed under his tattered, gasoline stained jeans.
I was absolutely electrified.
"How can you say that?" I finally managed to choke out, pulling my hand away.
The number one rule of the Sons of Sin? You never betray your brothers.

Warning: This erotic book is extremely HOT and guaranteed to have you glued to the seat of your bike! Reader discretion is strongly advised.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa Lorraine
• Release date: Feb 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311340849

Sharon Cox

Sharon Cox. Editor by day. Kinky deviant by night. Bringing you the steamiest stories on Amazon! Enjoy~

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Sons of Sin

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Chapter 1

I was in my last year of nursing school when I met Ace. He was 6'2, gruff, and built like a prize winning stallion. The moment he entered the tiny bar, one I had frequented quite regularly throughout my college years, the room grew eerily silent. He looked so...startlingly out of place against the outdated 1960s decor, his greasy, shoulder length black hair and tattered leather vest clashing against everything around him. 

I watched wide–eyed as he walked in my general direction, slow and with purpose, his steel toe boots thump thump thumping against the tile floor beneath him.

For a moment, he stopped, reaching over to grab a Heineken out of a slack jawed frat boys hands. He chugged it as we all watched on in awe, then he handed it back to him with a wink and a nod, continuing on his path.

My best friend and nursing colleague, a ditzy blonde type named Emma, drew in a sharp breath. He was coming towards us. It was obvious now. I looked over at the bartender on shift, a friend of mine named Louie, but he raised his hands to me, a gesture that indicated what I had already assume. He had no idea what was going on. 

I set down my drink, ready to defend myself in the event that I might have to. Inside my purse, there was a nail file. It wasn't much, but if anything happened, I could protect myself with it. At least, I hoped so. I couldn't imagine any of the other men in the bar coming to my rescue if this man decided to try anything. They'd almost certainly kill themselves in the process, and while I was beautiful, I didn't quite think I was worth committing suicide over.

The mere thought of me defending myself against this towering man who was at least twice my size was laughable. He had to of weighed at least 250 pounds, all muscle, and I was barley pushing 120, which looked more like 100 on my abysmal, petite 5'1 frame.

As I calculated all of my options, the gap between myself and him began to quickly close, until finally, he was standing flush in front of me.

I looked up at him, trying my best not to appear as alarmed as I was. Who was this man? Everyone else seemed to know, in fact they all looked like they were seeing a ghost, but I had no idea.

Yes? I finally heard myself say, my voice barely above a whisper. 

He smelled of oil, leather, sweat and stale cigarettes. While it wasn't the most enticing combination of smells, it somehow wasn't all that off putting either. In fact, it was sort of comforting. It was a scent that reminded me of my deceased father. 

I watched in slow motion as he extended his large hand to me, but I no longer got the feeling that he was trying to cause me harm.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and grainy, as though he had smoked one too many cigarettes in his lifetime. But somehow, it worked for him. 

Lucille, 

I drew in a breath. He knew my name?

I need you to come with me. He said sternly.

He grabbed my faux red leather jacket from off my