Sigma (Book 1): Satan Seed MC, #1

By LENA PIERCE

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

Ink runs deep. Blood runs deeper.

Tattoo artist Blue Spencer knows how to survive.

But when bad boy biker Torque comes busting in, everything she knew starts to fall apart.

Now, the dangers of the outlaw underworld are getting up close and personal…

None more so than Torque himself – who's just put his baby in her belly.

BLUE

I stopped believing in love a long time ago.

My mother ran off with a biker when I was young.

That's how I knew those outlaws were nothing but scum.

She took with her my faith in romance, in the idea of a family.

She broke my trust into a million tiny pieces.

And all she left behind was the massive chip on my shoulder.

I thought I'd be this numb forever.

But then Torque came into my tattoo shop…

And showed me how wrong I was.

TORQUE

I can see it in her eyes:

She's scared of me.

With good reason, too.

I've got the ink and the scars to match my reputation as a cold-blooded killer.

My whole persona screams, "Don't mess with me."

But Blue must not have got the memo.

Because she's messing with me in a very serious way.

She's making me feel things that I've buried for a real long time.

And there's no telling what'll happen when all this erupts.

If she's in the line of fire, she's bound to get hurt.

But I'll try my hardest to keep her safe.

Because she's carrying something that's very precious to me.

Something I'll lay my life on the line to protect.

My unborn baby.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393524410

Book preview

Sigma: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan Seed MC) (Book 1)

By Lena Pierce

Ink runs deep. Blood runs deeper.

TATTOO ARTIST BLUE Spencer knows how to survive.

But when bad boy biker Torque comes busting in, everything she knew starts to fall apart.

Now, the dangers of the outlaw underworld are getting up close and personal...

None more so than Torque himself – who’s just put his baby in her belly.

BLUE

I stopped believing in love a long time ago.

My mother ran off with a biker when I was young.

That’s how I knew those outlaws were nothing but scum.

She took with her my faith in romance, in the idea of a family.

She broke my trust into a million tiny pieces.

And all she left behind was the massive chip on my shoulder.

I thought I’d be this numb forever.

But then Torque came into my tattoo shop...

And showed me how wrong I was.

TORQUE

I can see it in her eyes:

She’s scared of me.

With good f**king reason, too.

I’ve got the ink and the scars to match my reputation as a cold-blooded killer.

My whole persona screams, Don’t f**k with me.

But Blue must not have got the memo.

Because she’s f**king with me in a very serious way.

She’s making me feel things that I’ve buried for a real long time.

And there’s no telling what’ll happen when all this sh!t erupts.

If she’s in the line of fire, she’s bound to get hurt.

But I’ll do my damndest to keep her safe.

Because she’s carrying something that’s very precious to me.

Something I’ll lay my life on the line to protect.

My unborn baby.

Chapter One

Blue

Blue Jasper slowly pulled her tattoo instruments from the sterilizer, taking several deep breaths before she turned back to her client. Take a look in the mirror. Make sure everything is the way you want it.

Rat took the hand mirror from her and examined his upper arm, then got up out of the tattoo chair to check it out in the full-length mirror on the wall. His piggy eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the stencil, his mouth twitching amongst his scraggly facial hair. He had asked her for a flaming skull, and she had dutifully drawn it in marker amidst his other tattoos of spiderwebs and half-naked women. He flexed his muscles in the mirror and grinned with crooked teeth. You should count yourself lucky. It’s not just any tattoo artist that I trust with this sort of thing.

She nodded but said nothing. If she’d had it her way, she never would have tattooed him at all. But if there was one thing she had learned in this business, it was that she couldn’t pick and choose her art or the canvases she put it on. There were always young girls who wanted silly tramp stamps and guys who really thought they needed their girlfriend’s names on their chests. The only good thing about those clients was that they almost always came back to have their tattoos covered, and that just meant more money for her. It had been a great start to her tattoo career, if not the most creative one.

Blue had earned a name for herself, though, and she was far past drawing little butterflies and tiny names. She was often commissioned for large, custom pieces that folks couldn’t get elsewhere, and her calendar at Spencer’s Shop was booked solid for at least six months. She never had to look for work, and that at least was something she could be grateful for. It was more than she had thought would happen for her working at an off-the-path tattoo shop that didn’t attract celebrity clients or the wealthy. There would be no television shows made about Spencer’s Shop, but it was clean and it had a steady clientele. Blue hadn’t gone hungry in over two years.

Unfortunately, she was at the whim of guys like Rat, who had plenty of money to toss around and plenty of time to sit in the chair. Blue had heard he was part of a biker gang, something that didn’t sit well with her, and that idea was confirmed by the large men in leather vests who insisted on hanging out while she did her work. They lounged in the chairs in the corner of her booth, getting up and going outside at regular intervals to smoke, and reeking of the stuff when they returned.

Rat sat back down in the chair and pointed a thick finger at his buddies. Which one of you is gonna be next? I can’t be the only one who’s getting inked tonight!

A slim man with fiery red hair that he kept slicked back against his skull shrugged his shoulders. His vest accentuated his skinny shoulders. Looks like you’ll have to be. You’ve got the best artist in town working on you, and the other guy here says he has appointments. I told him we’d pay double, but I guess nobody around here wants our hard-earned money. He rolled his eyes toward the other side of the shop.

Why would you want him to work on you anyway, Flame? I’d rather have a sexy little mama like that bending over me. This man, a short and burly sort with a buzzed