Dirty Biker (Book 1): Damned Devils MC, #1

By Sophia Gray

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

The dirty biker wants one thing only: to screw me up for good.

The last thing I need is another alpha male in my life.

And Baylor Stein looks every bit the part.

With that leather jacket hugging his massive muscles and the tattoo ink peeking out from his collar, he's hard-wired to make every girl in his vicinity soaking wet.

I'm no exception. But I refuse to let myself get too close.

Until one night, that's exactly what happens.

My romp with the biker is as good as advertised.

In the morning, my throat is raw from hours of moans.

My hips are sore from endless riding.

And the beast is nowhere to be found.

But there's someone else lurking in the shadows…

Someone who wants far more of me than I'm willing to offer.

And if I'm not careful, the psycho will come to claim what he wants.

I need someone on my side.

Someone strong.

Someone dangerous.

Someone like Baylor.

Because it's not just myself I have to protect.

Thanks to the outlaw, there's also…

The baby he left in my womb.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386443254

Book preview

Dirty Biker: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Damned Devils MC Book 1)

By Sophia Gray

The dirty biker wants one thing only: to screw me up for good.

THE LAST THING I NEED is another alpha male in my life.

And Baylor Stein looks every bit the part.

With that leather jacket hugging his massive muscles and the tattoo ink peeking out from his collar, he’s hard-wired to make every girl in his vicinity soaking wet.

I’m no exception. But I refuse to let myself get too close.

Until one night, that’s exactly what happens.

My romp with the biker is as good as advertised.

In the morning, my throat is raw from hours of moans.

My hips are sore from endless riding.

And the beast is nowhere to be found.

But there’s someone else lurking in the shadows...

Someone who wants far more of me than I’m willing to offer.

And if I’m not careful, the psycho will come to claim what he wants.

I need someone on my side.

Someone strong.

Someone dangerous.

Someone like Baylor.

Because it’s not just myself I have to protect.

Thanks to the outlaw, there’s also...

The baby he left in my womb.

STOP! THIS SECRET BABY romance is the book you’ve been looking for! If you want a book boyfriend, then what you really want is Baylor from DIRTY BIKER. This alpha male protector hero is sweet, grizzly, sexy, and smoking hot. In this surprise baby motorcycle club romance, you’ll find sex, action, and excitement everywhere you look. So get your hands on this bad boy MC romance today!

CHAPTER ONE

The husky timber of the singer’s voice snaked through the dimly lit nightclub like a serpent. Bastard couldn’t look away from the black-haired beauty if he tried. Her voice was a combination of honey and drugs, making him feel woozy and tingly, like maybe his underpriced drink had been spiked.

Hell, if this was the side effect of the cheap rum and cokes, then he welcomed it. This was his third night at the Cat’s Claw. He’d come because of the drink prices, but stayed because of her. He watched her like an enamored schoolboy, pure staring and rapid heartbeats when her voice cracked raw on the small front stage. The woman clearly had a throng of admirers, too. Plenty of familiar faces in this place after three consecutive days here, and most of them watching the act a little too intently.

Bastard wasn’t from Olympia, so it was nice to have something of a routine while he worked south of Seattle. Even if that routine involved pumping into his fist while imagining that red-lipped beauty as soon as he hit the shower of his motel room each night.

But by day three he knew he needed to shit or get off the pot, as his Nomad brother Jack always told him. The asshole loved to spout the phrase even when it didn’t apply, and this situation seemed just as distantly relevant as any. The smoke-throated hottie wouldn’t leave his mind. He kept showing up to this bar like a damned caught fish. Besides, this run out in Olympia was ending soon. He had to make a move.

Bastard let the singer’s last song wash over him, like savoring a sweet treat that he knew would be over after just one more bite. Except he hoped it wouldn’t be over for long. When she sang the last throaty Ooooh of her final song, the bar exploded with applause. Bastard’s wolf whistle ripped through the air, and he headed for the bar, rapping twice on the wood with his knuckles.

Hey. That singer? She drink? He jerked his chin toward the woman on stage, as though there were any doubt about what singer he could possibly be referring to.

The bartender sized him up, squinting a little bit. You want a drink?

Bastard looked at his mostly empty rum and coke. Sure. Another rum and coke.

The bartender took the glass without a word, his tightlipped face bordering on a grimace.

So that girl up there– he began again.

She has a name, you know. The bartender’s annoyance came out singsong under his breath.

Bastard blinked, looking back at the stage. The band was packing up a little, the redhaired beauty making her way through the crowd. Well I don’t know it.

The bartender remained quiet while he prepared the rum and coke.

"Listen, I just wanna buy her a drink. She’s talented as fuck, ya know? So can