Wicked (Book 2): Iron Raiders MC, #2

By Zoey Parker

This is book 2 of the Iron Raiders MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

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.

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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: 9781393327660

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Wicked: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Raiders MC Book 2)

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

I ’m not going anywhere with you, she snaps at me, and I laugh. I mean, the whole defiance thing is pretty ludicrous now that she’s tied up and immobile.

"How – how exactly do you think this is going to go, Lady Fed? I mean, seriously, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not. And I don’t really give a good God damn what it is you want. I want my bike, and I want to know what’s going on. And since I don’t think you have any more of a fucking clue what’s going on than I do, I think our best bet is to go find my fucking bike. So – that’s what we’re going to do."

And what if I refuse? she asks.

I like that she’s this defiant. She’s kind of a badass, getting mouthy with a guy who’s got at least a hundred pounds on her. She’s trying to let me know that she’s not afraid of me, which I can appreciate, even if it irritates me on the most superficial level.

No, see, I tell her, there is no refusing going on here, Lady Fed. This isn’t a choice thing, where you can choose not to cooperate. You’re going to cooperate.

I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do, asshole. She snarls.

Again, I have to laugh. Her backbone is made of fucking steel, but the fact that she thinks she has any semblance of choice in this matter is absolutely hysterical to me.

All right, all right, I say, still laughing. You’re right. I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.

Now we’re getting somewhere, she says, a brief glint of triumph in her eyes as well as in her voice.

But here’s the thing, Lady, I continue, almost as if she had never started talking, I’m in control of this situation. I’m in charge. So if you actually want to get out of this alive, you’re going to do what I say. Those are your choices. You help me, you just might survive this. You refuse – which, as I say, you can certainly do – you won’t be alive to see how this all plays out. So, yeah, it’s up to you. What would you like to do?

She shrugs, trying to look nonchalant, but her nervousness shines through.

I suppose I’ll do what I have to do, she says, sounding just a little bit defeated.

Good. That’s how I want her. I don’t want her getting any ideas that she’s the hero of her own little story. I want her docile, like a sweet little puppy dog.

Now tell me, Lady Fed, I say after a brief pause, what the fuck is going on at that office of yours?

What do you mean? she asks, almost fooling me for just a moment.

Don’t insult my intelligence, girl. Clearly, something is happening with my bike and the guns. And the fact that they wanted to move me without a warrant – that’s not typical Fed stuff. You all are pretty much by the book types, especially when you’re wearing tight little pantsuits like that.

I leer at her tight-fitting pantsuit, and she notices, but she doesn’t say anything. Still, brief as it was, I definitely saw a flash of turn on in her eyes.

"So when they tried to transfer me to a federal prison without a warrant, without a phone call, without access