Savage Night: Skull Riders MC, #1

By LENA PIERCE

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

A savage night with the biker left me burned and broken.

He's the cause of my chaos.

And the only cure for the fire raging between my legs.

But the biker's offer will take me into uncharted territory.

Can I survive a night in his bed?

DIESEL

I light fires for a living.

And that includes the one I intend to light in the sexy young reporter who thinks she's onto a hot story.

Precious Willa didn't know how lost she was the day she followed me into the bar.

And she definitely didn't know how straight out of luck she was…

Until she went home after to find her apartment building going up in flames.

I may have had a hand in that.

But I'll have a hand in helping get her back to her feet, also.

Well… maybe getting to her knees.

Because my door is open, and my bed is warm.

And the asking price for my generosity is one she can't resist paying.

I want her body.

I want her womb.

I want Willa to bear my child.

WILLA

I should have known better than to go home with Diesel.

He strikes deals as easily as he strikes a match… and I just know he's the SOB who burned down my apartment.

But I have nowhere else to turn.

Besides, as an aspiring reporter, how can I resist getting to the bottom of this story?

And as a woman, how can I resist his other offer?

Because the truth of the matter is, I want Diesel's fire-starting hands all over me.

I want his powerful body thrusting between my legs.

I want to destruct beneath him.

And when he tells me how he wants to use me, I discover something I never knew about myself:

I want to bear the biker's baby.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393255369

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This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, events, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

Savage Night: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Skull Riders MC) @ 2018 by Lena Pierce. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embedded in critical articles or reviews.

Savage Night: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Skull Riders MC) (Book 1)

By Lena Pierce

A savage night with the biker left me burned and broken.

HE’S THE CAUSE OF MY chaos.

And the only cure for the fire raging between my legs.

But the biker’s offer will take me into uncharted territory.

Can I survive a night in his bed?

DIESEL

I light fires for a living.

And that includes the one I intend to light in the sexy young reporter who thinks she's onto a hot story.

Precious Willa didn't know how lost she was the day she followed me into the bar.

And she definitely didn't know how sh!t out of luck she was...

Until she went home after to find her apartment building going up in flames.

I may have had a hand in that.

But I’ll have a hand in helping get her back to her feet, also.

Well... maybe getting to her knees.

Because my door is open, and my bed is warm.

And the asking price for my generosity is one she can't resist paying.

I want her body.

I want her womb.

I want Willa to bear my child.

WILLA

I should have known better than to go home with Diesel.

He strikes deals as easily as he strikes a match... and I just know he's the son of a b!tch who burned down my apartment.

But I have nowhere else to turn.

Besides, as an aspiring reporter, how can I resist getting to the bottom of this story?

And as a woman, how can I resist his other offer?

Because the truth of the matter is, I want Diesel's fire-starting hands all over me.

I want his powerful body thrusting between my legs.

I want to destruct beneath him.

And when he tells me how he wants to use me, I discover something I never knew about myself:

I want to bear the biker’s baby.

Chapter One

Willa

S ometimes it feels like the only reason I’m here is to look pretty. I throw a mock pout at Brittany, but in truth I don’t feel like making a joke out of it. And some days, I even fail at that. We’re standing in the breakroom, Brittany leaning up against the counter with a mug of coffee and me leaning against the wall, clutching my bundle of papers. I’ve been chasing up some stories about rogue stringers in the city, running lights, climbing fences, trespassing. It’s a good story. It’s a story which cuts straight to the truth. It’s exactly the sort of story I took this internship to follow.

You haven’t even asked him yet. Brittany is ten years my senior at thirty-three, with shoulder-length brown hair and big chunky red glasses, and big chunky colorful dresses, and big chunky multicolored shoes. I can imagine sitting around a circle with bunch of hippies hitting a drum and singing into the night, and she’s my only real friend here. How are you going to stand here complaining if you haven’t even asked him?

I know, I know. I nod shortly.

She’s right, of course. I shouldn’t throw myself a pity party just yet. Maybe I’ll walk into his office and slam the dossier down and he’ll smile and clap me on the back and tell me I’m the best darn intern he’s ever had. And also maybe a flying pig will watch from the corner.

I better get to it, I say.

Wait. She almost falls across the room when she comes to me. Smile, Willa. You don’t need to look so grumpy. You know what Peter’s like.

What’s he like? I ask.

She gives me that sideways, cocky grin and leaves the breakroom.

Clutching the dossier and trying not to think about all the hard work I did for this story—trailing stringers for almost two weeks, several interviews, several close calls with criminals and their pursuers—I walk across the main floor toward Peter’s office. I would like to burst upstairs to Sofia Silva’s office and present the dossier to her, but an intern approaching the head of the station is a big no-no. It’s the kind of thing which might see the intern unable to pay the rent even on her crappy apartment.

Brittany winks at me from her desk, holding up crossed fingers. I force a smile onto my face and then knock on Peter’s door. I have to be strong now. I have to be confident. I have to pretend like I don’t have doubts about the course my life is taking, that I am fully committed to this job and still feel the passion for it I felt for the idea of it back in college. I need to pretend that every night when work is done I don’t ask myself the question: am I doing the right thing with my life?

Come in.

Peter’s office is large, clippings of the sister paper’s biggest headlines framed on the walls, screen captures of the station’s biggest hits right next to them. Peter sits in a large executive’s chair, his