Zeke (Book 1): Slayers MC, #1

By Zoey Parker

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

I won't take no for an answer.

The innocent beauty must've missed the memo:

I own everything that walks in this bar.

She might have her hands full with the mechanical bull right now.

But by the time this night is over, she'll be riding something else instead:

ME.

I don't care if she wants to put up a fight.

I'm happy to fight her all night long.

On MY terms.

That means savage. Sweaty. And RAW.

One last thing: before I can get little Bailey bucking between my sheets, I've got business to take care of.

There's a new gang in town showing me a hell of a lot of disrespect.

I'll have to take care of them before I take care of her.

But believe me, princess.

Once I've handled the SOBs intruding on my MC's territory, I'm coming back home to handle you.

Get ready for the ride of your life.

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It's dirty, it's dark, and it's oh-so-right: this dark MC romance is full of the kind of hot sex that will make your jaw drop, and the sweet love that will make your heart melt. Come for the alpha male biker bad boys and stay for the romance love story of the ages. ZEKE is a sexy beast – and you won't be able to resist him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393132677

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Zeke: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Slayers MC Book 1)

By Zoey Parker

I won’t take no for an answer.

THE INNOCENT BEAUTY must’ve missed the memo:

I own everything that walks in this bar.

She might have her hands full with the mechanical bull right now.

But by the time this night is over, she’ll be riding something else instead:

ME.

I don’t care if she wants to put up a fight.

I’m happy to fight her all night long.

On MY terms.

That means savage. Sweaty. And RAW.

One last thing: before I can get little Bailey bucking between my sheets, I’ve got business to take care of.

There’s a new gang in town showing me a hell of a lot of disrespect.

I’ll have to take care of them before I take care of her.

But believe me, princess.

Once I’ve handled the SOBs intruding on my MC’s territory, I’m coming back home to handle you.

Get ready for the ride of your life.

IT’S DIRTY, IT’S DARK, and it’s oh-so-right: this dark MC romance is full of the kind of hot sex that will make your jaw drop, and the sweet love that will make your heart melt. Come for the alpha male biker bad boys and stay for the romance love story of the ages. ZEKE is a sexy beast – and you won’t be able to resist him.

Prologue

Zeke

Mack’s is crowded for a Thursday night. My guys, the Slayers MC, mill around, distinguished by the patches on their jackets. This is our territory. Mine. Everyone who comes here knows it, though they don’t always know that they know it. My table always gets a wide berth, and I always get served first. That’s what being the president gets you.

Tonight the crowd is a mix of townies and my guys. They’re drinking and ribbing each other, relaxed and good-natured. There’s a bull-riding competition for the ladies that keeps the crowd diverted. I don’t really pay much attention, preferring to clean up round after round of pool.

That’s when I see her.

She rides like a natural. Her hips sway with the bucking motion of the mechanical bull. She tosses her head at a particularly wild buck, and her hair, loosed from its severe ponytail, streams over her shoulder. Her friends and half the patrons of the bar cheer, and she shouts in excitement. She’s lost in the moment, in the demands the bull makes of her body.

When she walked in, I never would have thought she’d be the girl in her group to ride the bull. I noticed her, of course. I notice everyone who comes in here. You don’t get to be president of the Slayers by sleeping on the job. She and her girlfriends don’t fit in here. They’re obviously townies, and even the ones dressed up to fit in in torn jeans or miniskirts are just wearing costumes of what they think biker girls look like. She doesn’t try to fit in at all. When she came in, she was wearing a sweater and jeans with her hair tied back, prim as a schoolmarm. A few drinks in her, though, and she’s loosened right up. Her sweater’s come off, and she’s tied her tight white T-shirt up under her breasts. Breasts that bounce and sway as she rides the bull.

We get tourists all the time, people wanting to feel like they’re walking on the wild side by drinking with a bunch of bikers. Truth be told, we mostly keep to ourselves. That’s how I like it; nice and quiet. I’ve worked hard to keep the peace around here. I’ve been leading the Slayers for years, and it’s only in the past couple of years that my efforts have finally paid off. My guys don’t always like my decisions, but they abide by them, and it’s kept things stable. This is my territory, and I get what I want.

Watching this girl, I realize: I want her. God, I can’t take my eyes off her. It’s not like I’m starved for female company—I know any girl at the club would jump at the chance to ride me the way this girl is riding the bull. And I can’t say I haven’t indulged from time to time. But no one has ever captivated me on sight like this girl. The beast bucks between her thighs and she bears down, giggling and waving one arm over her head. I wonder what her thighs would look like spread over the back of my bike. Or around me.

And that ass. My God. Her jeans are tight enough that I can see her heart-shaped ass bounce as she meets a particularly hard thrust. She’d look gorgeous on top