Hogtied: An MC Romance: Satan's Chaos MC, #1

By Nicole Fox

Hogtied is book 1 of the Satan's Chaos MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Captive and Bound are available everywhere now!

I'LL KEEP HER TIED UP UNTIL SHE GIVES ME WHAT I WANT: A BABY.

I was running from the law when I came across a bonfire in the desert.
Crazy girl burning her ex's car? Check.
Hot as hell and desperate for a revenge f**k? Check.
The last person in the world I should be associating with? Check, check, and checkmate.
But she's too damn perfect for me to stay away.

I needed to lie low for a while, and the best place to hide is in plain sight.
So I take a job guarding a reality star in the middle of an emotional breakdown.
After all, no one would expect a criminal like me to be swimming in the rich kid end of the pool.

Her glitzy diamonds and ritzy dances are a far cry from the leather and liquor I'm used to.
But Francesca Savoy is temptation in a tight black dress.
And she's falling off her high horse…
Right into my tattooed arms.

I'll let her keep thinking she's the one running the show.
She doesn't know that she's falling for me.
That every touch, every tease, every rough, sweaty f**k is getting her more and more ensnared in my trap.

I want one thing: a baby.
And no one is gonna stop me from getting it.
Not her ex.
Not her mother.
Not even Francesca herself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Jul 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386950943

Nicole Fox

Nicole Fox writes smart, sexy mafia romance novels. She is a crazy cat lady in her late 30s with a coffee addiction, an overactive imagination, and a husband who somehow puts up with her impulsive need to keep buying new plants for their house. Sign up for her mailing list at http://bit.ly/NicoleFoxMailingList. 

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HOGTIED: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan's Chaos MC Book 1)

By Nicole Fox

I’LL KEEP HER TIED UP UNTIL SHE GIVES ME WHAT I WANT: A BABY.

Iwas running from the law when I came across a bonfire in the desert.

Crazy girl burning her ex’s car? Check.

Hot as hell and desperate for a revenge f**k? Check.

The last person in the world I should be associating with? Check, check, and checkmate.

But she’s too damn perfect for me to stay away.

I needed to lie low for a while, and the best place to hide is in plain sight.

So I take a job guarding a reality star in the middle of an emotional breakdown.

After all, no one would expect a criminal like me to be swimming in the rich kid end of the pool.

Her glitzy diamonds and ritzy dances are a far cry from the leather and liquor I’m used to.

But Francesca Savoy is temptation in a tight black dress.

And she’s falling off her high horse...

Right into my tattooed arms.

I’ll let her keep thinking she’s the one running the show.

She doesn’t know that she’s falling for me.

That every touch, every tease, every rough, sweaty f**k is getting her more and more ensnared in my trap.

I want one thing: a baby.

And no one is gonna stop me from getting it.

Not her ex.

Not her mother.

Not even Francesca herself.

Chapter One

Logan

Logan leaped across the threshold of the warehouse’s only open door, listening with horror at the sound of Zook’s voice coming from behind him. Zook was still laughing as Logan pumped his muscled legs, trying to put as much distance between himself and his former friend as possible.

He’s trying to set me up, Logan realized, his muscles quivering as he pushed himself harder and faster across the grass. This whole thing was a motherfucking setup.

As his bike came into view, Logan threw himself forward, his legs wobbling with weariness. Only the knowledge that the police would be right around the corner drove him harder. He refused to serve time for someone else’s crimes and that meant getting the hell out of Dodge. Right now.

Once at his bike, Logan threw himself over the seat like a cowboy leaping into the saddle and was off, his tail lights a blur in the autumn night air. Cop sirens spun wildly in the distance, setting his heart pounding. Logan turned off his headlights and pulled off the road to drive through an open field, his tires complaining as he slipped and slid over the hard-packed dirt. He prayed to whatever god would listen that he didn’t hit a hole or a stump on his way over the unstable land.

His heart thundering unsteadily in his chest, Logan listened at the sirens grew steadily closer. Blood thundered through his veins, his body filled with adrenaline. Any mistake now could be fatal. Any instability in the ground he rode over could throw him from the bike, a thought that filled his whole body with terror. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared forward, looking fruitlessly through the darkness for any signs of obstacles.

This was such a stupid idea.

But it would be worth the risk for a chance not to spend the rest of his life rotting in jail. He couldn’t. Not when his people needed him. Not for something he hadn’t done.

Although he was leader of the Satan’s Chaos Motorcycle Club, he knew he would have to leave his people without a leader for the time being. At least until I figure out a way out of this.

Soon the sirens faded off into the distance, and Logan breathed a little easier. Getting out of the dirt, he found a new road to travel. He slipped out of the grass and back on a highway, heading west. Not knowing where he was going, Logan set a cruising speed right at the speed limit, unwilling to risk any brush with the law.

Because Logan knew they would soon be looking for him.

Francesca

FRANCESCA STARED DOWN the burning pyre of her ex’s things, her eyes streaming tears.

Cheating asshole deserves to be set on fire along with his stuff. Along with the woman who I thought was my best friend.

Now, Francesca was entirely without friends. She felt a bit like she was lost out at sea in a storm. A lump formed in her throat as she glanced down at her cell phone, lit up with several messages both from Davis and Nikki. She didn’t want to look at either right now, though she had an idea what they had both had to say.

Davis is already angry that I took his prized Rolls and wants to know where it is; Nikki is apologizing to me for the 400th time, stupid ex-best-friend bitch. I didn’t mean it, I never should have touched him, blah blah blah.

Fuck you both! she screamed, throwing Davis’s keys into the firestorm before her. She thought that setting the whole thing ablaze would make her feel better, but instead Francesca just felt worse, emptier. Mindlessly tossing her beautiful, long locks of blonde waves to one side, she turned away from the blaze, feeling the heat of it press up against her back.

I should have saved this for the cameras. But instead her anger had driven her out into the middle of nowhere, her heels sinking into the loosely packed sands to try and burn away her own pain. The TV producers would have loved the ratings from this kind of scandal.

But Francesca didn’t want this on TV. Maybe we can recreate the scene later if my reality show can afford another Rolls.

More than anything, she wished she’d never walked in on her boyfriend and her best friend; she couldn’t get the image of them fucking in Davis’s bed out of her mind. She wished she hadn’t screamed so loudly. She wished she hadn’t confided in her brother, Marston. His words still burned like fire under skin.

You’ll be crawling back to Davis in no time, little sis, he said, his stupid face smiling with wicked thoughts. "Davis has you around his little finger, like