Bad Boy Daddy : BWWM MC Biker Romance

By Terri Lane

Cherise Clayton has had it up to here with boring, nice guys. But when bad boy biker Lynx rescues her from a bar fight gone horribly wrong, is he just what she needed or too much for her to handle?

Blogger Cherise Clayton is a successful writer and fiercely independent woman who doesn't have time for romance. She needs to focus on her career.

When she's on the road researching a story, she wanders into the wrong dive bar and is confronted by a group of grizzled bikers who don't appreciate a black woman wandering into their watering hole. She stands up for herself, but the gang is having none of it. Luckily for Cherise, Alexander "Lynx" Andrews, a handsome young biker, comes to her rescue, defending her from the others and sweeping her off her feet and onto the back of his bike.

After a passionate night, Cherise uncovers a few shocking secrets from Lynx's past and flees back home to San Francisco. When she discovers that she is unexpectedly pregnant by Lynx, Cherise has to decide if it's best to keep this baby to herself, or reach out to her baby's bad boy daddy.

Standalone Romance Stories With No Cliffhanger!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Terri Lane
• Release date: Feb 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781536586800

Book preview

Bad Boy Daddy

Chapter 1

Cherise Clayton knew that she should have flown from San Francisco.

When she was assigned to interview a new dating app developer in Omaha, Nebraska, she’d been encouraged to fly, or take a train or simply interview the guy via Skype or FaceTime, but Cherise had firmly insisted that she could drive herself. She needed a break from San Francisco and a cross-country drive seemed like a peaceful way to escape the madness of the Bay Area and maybe, just maybe, get her own head in a better place.

So, Cherise loaded her little SUV with luggage, snacks, loaded plenty of playlists on her phone and headed out for a two-day journey across half the country to scenic Omaha, Nebraska.

Now, as she pulled her car into the parking lot of the Camelot Inn—a rundown motel just off the interstate whose fizzling neon sign declared, Vacancy! in buzzing pink letters—she was really beginning to regret her stubbornness. The Camelot Inn was in Left Fork, Nebraska, still a day’s drive away from Omaha and, judging by the looks she was getting as she unloaded her suitcase from the trunk of her little SUV, the residents weren’t used to seeing black women travelling alone.

Or any black people at all, she thought, as she entered the hot, non-airconditioned lobby of the little motel. The teenaged girl at the counter gaped at Cherise, her hands poised with her phone in mid-air, as if she were about to send a text but was distracted by the sight of a black women walking into her place of business.

The counter-girl—Ashlee, according to her nametag—was blonde-haired and blue eyed, and just about the most all-American kid anyone could imagine. Cherise peeked around the lobby. A young, tired looking couple with a baby were checking out with another clerk and, yep, all of them were white.

Cherise straightened her shoulders and smiled brightly as the clerk, Ashlee, checked her in and pointed her in the direction of her guest room. It wasn’t until Cherise had firmly shut and bolted the flimsy motel room door behind her that she collapsed on the bed and released a series of slow, shuddering breaths.

The road trip to Nebraska had seemed like a good, brilliant, wonderful idea at the time.

Back in San Francisco, Cherise had just been dumped yet again, one more in a series of unfortunate, short-term relationships that were beginning to be horribly laughable, considering that Cherise was technically employed as a dating/relationship blogger.

A dating blogger who can’t seem to find a date, she said aloud to the lonely, dim motel room, flopping down flat on her back onto the musty comforter, a gold and rust-colored relic that was probably older than Cherise herself.

That statement wasn’t exactly true. She could find a date, thank you very much, but she just couldn’t seem to make any of those dates turn into a relationship. She’d tried everything: apps, websites, meet-ups, social clubs, even speed-dating. But every guy she met ended up fizzling out after one or two dates. They all claimed that it wasn’t her, it was them. Cherise was inclined to agree. It was them: they were all terribly boring and completely intimidated by her career, striking good looks and bold self-confidence.

They weren’t bad guys, they weren’t pathetic losers, they were just so...boring.

Cherise’s mother had always told her to find herself a nice guy with a good job but, now that Cherise had dated a parade of such men, that advice seemed dreadful.

"For once, I just want to meet someone interesting," Cherise said again, this time to the water-stained motel room ceiling directly above her tired head.

Minutes later, she was bounding down the motel stairs and bursting into the reception office, once again startling young Ashlee away from her texting.

"Where’s the most interesting

Reviews for Bad Boy Daddy

[Jessy Sling · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

So sad it ends too fast, but loved the book