Naughty Biker (Book 1): Sin Reapers MC, #1

By Sophia Gray

This is book 1 of the Sin Reapers MC series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

I took a filthy ride on a naughty biker – and it might cost me my life.

LUCY

I should leave and start over.

But I'm nothing without that warrior by my side.

Or above me. Beneath me. Behind me.

Making me HIS with every touch.

The body count is rising and so are the stakes in the wake of my father's death.

The Sin Reapers need Max if the club is going to survive an unexpected betrayal.

But I need him more.

MAX

All that matters are my club and my clients.

I was more than capable of handling myself.

Until Lucy.

Her innocence just begs for me to take it.

Each time she brings those curvy hips down on me, submitting to me with that innocent gaze, it feels like the first time all over again.

She's mine and I'll never let her go.

But my enemies are forcing my hand.

After this last fight, I'm getting her out of here for good.

Unless they take her from me first.

But they'd better be careful.

Because I'll go through heaven and hell to get her back.

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Looking for a hot dark romance with sex and passion? Look no further! NAUGHTY BIKER is a new adult contemporary romance with an unexpected twist. The romantic suspense between alpha male bad boy biker Max and innocent damsel Lucy is enough to make your heart do backflips. If you love bad boy motorcycle club romance, then you'll love NAUGHTY BIKER.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393976431

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Naughty Biker: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Sin Reapers MC Book 1)

By Sophia Gray

I took a filthy ride on a naughty biker – and it might cost me my life.

LUCY

I should leave and start over.

But I’m nothing without that warrior by my side.

Or above me. Beneath me. Behind me.

Making me HIS with every touch.

The body count is rising and so are the stakes in the wake of my father’s death.

The Sin Reapers need Max if the club is going to survive an unexpected betrayal.

But I need him more.

MAX

All that matters are my club and my clients.

I was more than capable of handling myself.

Until Lucy.

Her innocence just begs for me to take it.

Each time she brings those curvy hips down on me, submitting to me with that innocent gaze, it feels like the first time all over again.

She’s mine and I’ll never let her go.

But my enemies are forcing my hand.

After this last fight, I’m getting her out of here for good.

Unless they take her from me first.

But they’d better be careful.

Because I’ll go through heaven and hell to get her back.

LOOKING FOR A HOT DARK romance with sex and passion? Look no further! NAUGHTY BIKER is a new adult contemporary romance with an unexpected twist. The romantic suspense between alpha male bad boy biker Max and innocent damsel Lucy is enough to make your heart do backflips. If you love bad boy motorcycle club romance, then you’ll love NAUGHTY BIKER.

Chapter 1

Lucy

Violence.

I cringed at the sound of fist against flesh. It wasn’t new and it wouldn’t be the last time I ever heard that sound, but I was tired of it. And I was tired of knowing what it came from.

Initiation.

I was tired of knowing the guy on the receiving end would be several ugly shades of purple and yellow and black as his skin tried desperately to fix itself after the beating it took. And it was definitely taking a beating. No one in the Sin Reapers was there because they were accused of being gentle or because they went easy on someone new. And Max was no exception to that rule.

The thought of Max still did strange things to me. Things that were difficult to explain to anyone who wasn’t from this life and hadn’t seen what I’ve seen. Violence was a part of it and so was initiation, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

Desperately I hoped Max didn’t like it either.

I heard another punch, imagined it whistling through the air like a power hammer, one meant to both judge and maim, and it was finally enough to make me look, once again, at the beating the poor man on the ground was taking.

He wasn’t an attractive man to begin with and the beating hasn’t helped with that. He was big, but it was more blubbery bulk than anything else. His weight must have been a problem for him all his life, or at least most of it, because he looked more or less comfortable in his own skin. Maybe not happy with it or proud of it, but comfortable wasn’t one of those things that required pride or happiness. It just was.

I was comfortable with the Sin Reapers; I wasn’t happy with them.

The man took a sharp hit to the side of his face, but it didn’t look like it did too much damage. It looked like he bit his tongue because there was blood trickling out of his mouth. There was no question as to if he were in pain.

I gave him credit; he didn’t ask them to stop. That was one of the rules here: if you asked for it to stop, it would. But you’d also be gone. No club, no patch, no initiation. If you wanted in, you had to suffer the consequences, and it looked to me like this guy was ready to do that.

My eyes slipped away from the grunting, moaning man on the pavement, unwilling to look at him any longer. He was ugly, but determined, and that made it so much worse. Determination always made things take longer and I never needed to see this much violence again.

Of their own accord, my eyes found Max. They couldn’t help it; he stood out in a crowd.

A bloodied, bruised hand raked through his thick, dark hair. It was damp with sweat, but it didn’t make him look greasy or unkempt. If anything, it only added to the sex appeal that oozed from him. He was grinning wickedly, like he was enjoying this, and I admitted quietly to myself he probably was. He was probably getting a kick out of this whole thing.

That should have disturbed me, but I was long past the point where any of this disturbed me. It made my stomach twist in knots and caused my heart to ache from time to time, but I knew it was all part of the life and if I wasn’t capable of handling it, I should get out.

But Max.

He rolled his shoulders, flexing those large muscles of his. He was wearing a black t-shirt, the shoulders cut off to expose his biceps, and jeans that hung low on his hips. When he raised his arms, I could see a strip of skin beneath that shirt. Tight, muscled, and towards his belt buckle, covered in just a few dark hairs that led to promising, seductive places.

It was only Max throwing the next punch that jerked me from the inappropriate places my mind was slinking down to.

Max’s already bloody fist caught the man—they called him Thunder, a new recruit—square in the jaw until he coughed up a spittle of blood. I saw a tooth scatter across the pavement and took a small moment of comfort in knowing it was over. Lose a tooth, that was another rule. I cringed as Thunder spit up blood again, but tried to keep it in. No use in showing these guys fear; they’d never leave me be after that.

Oh, Max would hold them at bay. He was my warrior and my lover and no one would cross a man like Max, but it would go easier for everyone if I acted like the tough bitch I was supposed to be.

Times like this, though, it was hard.

Thunder worked at getting himself back onto his feet. He got up halfway and I knew someone would go to help him soon; the initiation was over, so the punishment was, too. But while he was on his hands and knees, I saw a guy out of the corner of my eye. He moved too fast for me to say or do anything—what could I do anyway? I was just an old lady—and before anyone even knew what was happening, Bills slammed a steel toed boot right between Thunder’s ribs.

I caught myself before I screamed, but Thunder didn’t.

He let