Our Unlikely Baby: Blacksteel Bandits MC, #1

By Paula Cox

Our Unlikely Baby is book 1 of the Backsteel Bandits MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Our Unlikely Escape and Our Unlikely Fate are available everywhere now!

WE SHOULD KNOW BETTER. BUT WE DID IT AGAIN ANYWAYS.

And now look what happened…
There's a baby to deal with.

I was never meant to be a father.
All I care about is drinking, f**king, and fighting – in that order.
But when my motorcycle club starts to fall apart, I head home for a little R&R.

My mini vacation was going well…
Until I ran into my ex.

I was wrong for her back then, and I'm wrong for her now.
But that doesn't stop me from claiming her body once more.
Her moans are just as sweet as I remember.
And her curves have only grown more delicious.

But there's no denying this was a mistake.
Especially when Miranda finds out she's got a bun in the oven.

Perfect timing, too, because the chaos enveloping the Blacksteel Bandits MC has caught up to me.

I never had anything to care about before.
But now that I've got a woman in my arms and a baby on the way…
I've got everything to lose.

And I'll kill anyone who tries to take them from me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Oct 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386753698

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OUR UNLIKELY BABY: Blacksteel Bandits MC (Book 1)

By Paula Cox

WE SHOULD KNOW BETTER. BUT WE DID IT AGAIN ANYWAYS.

AND NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED...

There’s a baby to deal with.

I was never meant to be a father.

All I care about is drinking, f**king, and fighting – in that order.

But when my motorcycle club starts to fall apart, I head home for a little R&R.

My mini vacation was going well...

Until I ran into my ex.

I was wrong for her back then, and I’m wrong for her now.

But that doesn’t stop me from claiming her body once more.

Her moans are just as sweet as I remember.

And her curves have only grown more delicious.

But there’s no denying this was a mistake.

Especially when Miranda finds out she’s got a bun in the oven.

Perfect timing, too, because the chaos enveloping the Blacksteel Bandits MC has caught up to me.

I never had anything to care about before.

But now that I’ve got a woman in my arms and a baby on the way...

I’ve got everything to lose.

And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take them from me.

CHAPTER ONE

The early morning sun peeked through the blinds of the Legacy Bank's large windows. That was the only indication Miranda Groves had that time was passing. She glanced up from her computer, catching dust motes dancing in the shafts of sunlight. Outside, sounds accompanied the slowly awakening town. More cars rushing down Main Street, the mail car trundling noisily down the back alleyway, the opening and slamming of doors as people rushed in and out of the diner down the block. Miranda's stomach clenched, as hunger nagged at her thoughts.

She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning. Before Nate had texted her. Miranda scowled at her reflection in the computer screen. No, she wasn't going to think about that loser. She huffed and focused her eyes on the e-mail she had been reading.

So, Nate broke up with you last night. It was more of a statement than a question. Miranda jolted from reading the latest e-mail from corporate. She spun around in her chair, shooting an agitated glare at her co-worker, Naomi. The blonde woman stood in the doorway to Miranda's office, leaning against the doorjamb with an amused look in her dark blue eyes. Naomi looked immaculate in her royal purple pencil skirt and nicely pressed white blouse. She slung her purple jacket over her shoulder, while her free hand held a cup of overpriced coffee.

Miranda did her best to not feel ashamed in her forest green and tan outfit. She also didn't want to admit that her blue-eyed friend was correct. Nate had dropped her quicker than a sack of manure. Via text, of all things! Instead, Miranda raised her eyebrows at Naomi and retorted, What makes you think that?

You got here early.

Miranda forced a tight, false smile to her lips. I'm always here early. The duties of a manager are never done.

You got here, like, an hour and a half early for your shift, Naomi shrugged, taking a sip of her overly expensive coffee. Her wine-colored lipstick stained the lid as she pulled the cup away. Plus, you're dressed like a spinster.

I always dress like this! Miranda bristled, feeling the hair rise on the back of her neck. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if to shield her fashion from Naomi's critical eye. Pursing her lips, Miranda muttered, Besides, how do you know I got here that early?

Reginald from the gas station saw you come in. Naomi grinned, teasingly.

Well, I’ll have a word with him, muttered Miranda, scowling. The old man at the gas station – who often ran the midnight oil – had a big mouth for gossip. Perhaps several, even.

Go easy on him. He's just an old man.

Yeah, yeah, don't you have any work to do? Miranda shot Naomi a glare, wrinkling her nose playfully at the other woman.

Yes, ma'am, Naomi saluted, sharply, before ducking out of Miranda's office.

Miranda counted to eight before she heard Miranda begin her preparations for the day. Sighing, she sunk back into her computer chair. Turning round to her desk, her eyes landed on her cellphone. She hadn't used it much since Nate's breakup text.

A sharp, wallowing pity filled her heart. She really thought Nate could be the one. Or, at least as close to 'the one' as she'd ever get. He was sweet, thoughtful, fun, and had a butt that looked cute in jeans. He was better than most of her boyfriends over the past ten years. But, apparently, Miranda wasn't his ‘one.' Men weren't worth the thought. Maybe old, single cat-ladies had the right idea. She shook her head, the tight bun at the back of her head pulling at her roots.

She had work to do. There were only fifteen minutes until they opened and Fridays were big bank days. With that thought in mind, Miranda shoved all romantic inclinations from her head.

THE ROAR OF THE MOTORCYCLES filled Tyler's ears as his gaze swung around the landscape. It was just before noon and he was taking a damn long ride down memory lane. For the last thirty miles, since leaving the highway, he began to recognize more and more of the landmarks: the tree split right down the middle from a lightning bolt, the glaringly fluorescent Mega Adult Store sign, and, perched back from the street, the tiny windowless store, and the huge white church on the hill with immense stained glass windows.

Faint memories burrowed through years of fresher recollections and toddled into Tyler's immediate thoughts. Almost ten years had passed since he last set foot in his hometown. An itch of apprehension crawled over his arms, but he beat the worries away. Even if his old schoolmates were still around Legacy, they would be hard-pressed to recognize him, especially with his sunglasses on. Besides, who would want to recognize him? He barely remembered anyone in this rundown town.

A name briefly flashed through his thoughts, but he didn't have time to focus on all the attached memories. He and his other motorcyclist, Jack, roared passed the sign welcoming them to Legacy, Arizona. Tyler wondered how long it'd be until they wore out that welcome.

As the two bikers pulled up to Main Street, Tyler could feel the eyes of the citizens on them. It wasn't much different from everywhere else. However, in his own hometown, that anxiety came flaring back to his thoughts.

The late-morning sun hung high in the sky, glaring down on the street. Kids ran up and down the streets or dodged across the road, and Tyler knew they were heading toward the field behind the school. People on lunch break or with late work hours fiddled about on the street in front of Janelle's Diner. Each and every person threw Tyler a curious look, before whipping their gaze away.

Beside him, Jack took off his helmet and took a look around. He raised an eyebrow at Tyler, his hazel eyes glinting with disbelief. He ran a hand through his dirty-blonde helmet hair and muttered, "This is where you're from?"

What's wrong with it? Tyler stifled a glare as he tugged his helmet off.

Oh, I dunno, Jack replied with a shrug. He cast a critical gaze over the block and his lips curled into a knowing smirk. Just seems too Pleasantville-y for you.

Yeah, well, you don't pick where you're born, right? Tyler pushed away from his hog and strolled the sidewalk. His gaze flickered around, wondering if anyone was listening in. Most of the citizens were too afraid to stare at them for long, especially once they caught the steel-plated skull on their vests. He couldn't imagine anyone eavesdropping.

Ain't that the truth, Jack snorted and his footfalls clumped next to Tyler.

I gotta hit up the bank, grunted Tyler, nodding to a squat building along Main Street. I've been stashing some money off to the side.

Jack's eyebrows rose, surprise tickling at his words, Been planning this for a while?

Never know when you need an untraceable vacation, Tyler threw his friend a