Wicked (Book 3): Iron Raiders MC, #3

By Zoey Parker

This is book 3 and the finale of the Iron Raiders MC series! 

He slapped the cuffs on me and broke every law in the book.

ALICIA

Gunner Murphy is a wicked SOB.

He's responsible for just about every illegal gun getting smuggled across the border.

As a federal agent, it's my job to bring him in.

I just never expected it to be this hard.

My new partner says he's gonna kill Gunner before he ever gets hauled in front of a judge.

I've got morals. I can't allow that.

Even a savage beast like Gunner deserves a fair trial.

So call me weak. Call me feminine. Call me whatever you want.

But I won't have this man's blood on my hands.

Too bad Gunner doesn't feel the same way about me.

Because as soon as I set him free, the bastard turned the tables.

Now, I'M the one in cuffs.

At least he doesn't want my blood on his hands…

He just wants my juices.

He wants my moans.

My begging, pleading submission.

And the most screwed up part of all this chaos is…

That's exactly what I want to give him.

***

It's a new twist on an old story – the cop versus the outlaw. But this cop is in way over her head, because alpha male bad boy biker Gunner Murphy is planning on using Alicia to live out all of his darkest fantasies. This new adult contemporary dark romance with sex has enough heat to melt your screen and your panties at the same time. If you love bad boy romance or MC romance series, you won't regret diving into WICKED.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393031086

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Wicked: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Raiders MC Book 3)

By Zoey Parker

He slapped the cuffs on me and broke every law in the book.

ALICIA

Gunner Murphy is a wicked SOB.

He’s responsible for just about every illegal gun getting smuggled across the border.

As a federal agent, it’s my job to bring him in.

I just never expected it to be this hard.

My new partner says he’s gonna kill Gunner before he ever gets hauled in front of a judge.

I’ve got morals. I can’t allow that.

Even a savage beast like Gunner deserves a fair trial.

So call me weak. Call me feminine. Call me whatever you want.

But I won’t have this man’s blood on my hands.

Too bad Gunner doesn’t feel the same way about me.

Because as soon as I set him free, the bastard turned the tables.

Now, I’M the one in cuffs.

At least he doesn’t want my blood on his hands...

He just wants my juices.

He wants my moans.

My begging, pleading submission.

And the most screwed up part of all this chaos is...

That’s exactly what I want to give him.

Chapter 1

Gunner

My eyes flick open to some pale, early morning sunlight. Dammit. I didn’t mean to fall so soundly asleep. I hate it when I do that. If I’d done that last night, Alicia would have run out on me. And then, where would she be? Best case scenario, she makes it back to her Fed buddies, who are on the take from the Blazing Spears. More likely, she’d be caught by one of our sentries and end up dead or raped or something. She has no idea what she was playing with—

Suddenly, I realize that I haven’t seen her, so I flip over. She’s still there, sleeping, looking pretty fine doing it, too. Good. I’m glad she finally decided to stay, though I have to admit, I’m more than a little bit pissed off she tried to leave in the first place. I’m not the kind of guy to get hung up on a bitch just from laying her, but I honestly thought we were bonding, getting closer. I thought she would see my taking her to Blackstone not as a threat but as evidence that I trust her.

Seems she didn’t see it that way.

Maybe it’s me. I’m not going to dwell on it by any means, but I have to think, at least a little bit, that she’s put off by me being in a motorcycle club. That seems to be her beat, doesn’t it? And for a lady Fed, she’s singularly focused on her job – a hell of a lot more than her corrupt-ass co-workers, those bastards who are lining up with the Spears to take our lot down. It drives me crazy that they’re doing this, and I honestly can’t decide who I’m more pissed off for, myself and my boys, or Alicia.

Alicia.

Jesus Christ, when the fuck did she go from being Lady Fed to Alicia? Honestly, I think it was the way she didn’t back down from Blackstone. She’s not scared of anything, or at least, she doesn’t show it. It’s really quite impressive, the way she stared him down and got him to capitulate, all while calling his sorry ass sir. That was damned cool. Damned cool. I’ve never been impressed by a bitch before, especially one who worked for the goddamn pigs. But something about this woman has me all in a tizzy. And I don’t like it, not one goddamn bit.

She stirs, and I go to her, then stop myself because I don’t want to seem too desperate.

Good morning, I instead say, pushing myself up on my elbows. Nice of you to stick around last night.

Not like I had much of a choice, she quips, turning away from me. So what’s the plan for the day?

The plan for the day is to head down to the racetrack. I think I’m going to have to race. It’s the only way to get in good with the Spears’ leadership.

You? she says in apparent surprise. What the hell... what kind of racing is this, Gunner?

Motocross. What, you thought it was horse racing or something?

Well, when you talked about the funny hats and all, I just assumed—

"I said there weren’t funny hats," I say, laughing genuinely.

Well that’s good, she says, and then she floors me with a bomb I thought I’d never hear: I know motorsports pretty goddamn well myself, and probably better than you do.

Excuse me? I ask, wondering what in the holy fuck she’s talking about.

It’s been a hobby of mine for a long time. Back to before I entered the Bureau. Not the safest of activities, but goddamn, it gives me a rush.

Bullshit. There’s no way a chick, especially one like you, would ever be into motocross.

Want to try me?

What’s that supposed to mean?

You got a bike around here? I’ll show you what I’ve got. I guarantee I’m better at it than you are.

I still don’t believe you, I say slowly.

"Seriously. Get me a bike. I’ll show you what I’m