Wheeler: Satan's Sons MC, #1

By Naomi West

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

Wheeler Blake is here to ruin me.

All Wheeler Blake can focus on is the curves of the dancer on stage.

But there's a hidden war boiling over at the Satan's Sons MC.

Can Wheeler save his MC from annihilation…

And keep his pregnant woman from falling into enemy hands?

EMBER

As a fire dancer, I know what it's like to get too close to the flames.

But the bad boy biker is about to burn me in a whole new way.

He's a heartbreaker in the flesh.

No good for me – or for any woman.

But he's got that thing I just can't resist.

That spark.

That allure.

And he's decided that I'm coming with him.

Whether I like it or not.

WHEELER

Sometimes, no words are needed.

Ember knew from the second our eyes met that this evening would be different than anything she'd ever experienced.

And I was about to prove her right.

Women always want more of me.

But my whole life, it's always been one rule: onto the next.

Ember is different, though.

She makes me want to stay.

To go back for more.

So when I threw her on the back of my bike and rode off into the night, I knew that this could end only one way:

Tragedy.

Because for the first time in a long time, I have something I care about.

No more reckless rogue.

No more win at all costs.

I have to stay alive so I can keep Ember safe.

Because she's carrying my baby.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393934349

Naomi West

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Wheeler: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Sons MC Book 1)

By Naomi West

Wheeler Blake is here to ruin me.

ALL WHEELER BLAKE CAN focus on is the curves of the dancer on stage.

But there’s a hidden war boiling over at the Satan’s Sons MC.

Can Wheeler save his MC from annihilation...

And keep his pregnant woman from falling into enemy hands?

EMBER

As a fire dancer, I know what it’s like to get too close to the flames.

But the bad boy biker is about to burn me in a whole new way.

He’s a heartbreaker in the flesh.

No good for me – or for any woman.

But he’s got that thing I just can’t resist.

That spark.

That allure.

And he’s decided that I’m coming with him.

Whether I like it or not.

WHEELER

Sometimes, no words are needed.

Ember knew from the second our eyes met that this evening would be different than anything she’d ever experienced.

And I was about to prove her right.

Women always want more of me.

But my whole life, it’s always been one rule: onto the next.

Ember is different, though.

She makes me want to stay.

To go back for more.

So when I threw her on the back of my bike and rode off into the night, I knew that this could end only one way:

Tragedy.

Because for the first time in a long time, I have something I care about.

No more reckless rogue.

No more win at all costs.

I have to stay alive so I can keep Ember safe.

Because she’s carrying my baby.

Prologue

Ember

That morning started out like any other. I woke up before everyone else and made my way sleepily into the front of the tiny trailer that I shared with my mother and my rowdy three brothers. It was still a little dark outside, the sun barely even peeking over the horizon. I was the only one in my family that was a morning person. I could wake up before the sun and stay up long after it had gone down. It made solitary mornings possible, though there was little comfort in the solitude.

The dining room table was covered in bills—past due notices on the utilities, cards that my mother had taken out in the hopes of paying for things that we needed, doctor bills for my mother.

The list went on.

And on ...

I made my coffee as usual, running my fingers over the envelopes stuffed full of letters from people telling us what we owed them and knowing that neither myself nor my mother had the money to pay them—at least not as swiftly as the bill collectors would like. There were simply too many expenses and they just kept getting more and more extreme as time went on.

I sighed. I would need to leave soon—pretend like I was going to class when in reality ...

My stomach clenched a little nervously. A stripper. I was going to audition to be a stripper. My friend, Melany, had brought up the idea to me when I’d had to drop out of school. I simply could keep up with the expenses for it and neither could my mother and father.

Strippers make, like, so much money! she exclaimed. You’ll be able to work and save a bunch—enough even to help out with your family or even go back to school!

It was a lofty idea, and I didn’t know how accurate that was actually going to be. Eyeing all the bills on the table, however, I knew that this wasn’t something that I was going to be able to back out on. Mom didn’t make much more than pennies, it felt, cleaning people’s houses. Dad didn’t work and was never around as it was, anyway.

I finished my coffee and got ready before any of my siblings woke up. It was easy to leave without waking anyone up; being the only girl, I got the second bedroom all to myself. There were perks to being female.

I was out as the sun was just rising, in time to make it to the bus stop not too far from our little home. It was early on a Saturday morning; people weren’t out and about yet, so I had the shabby little shop to myself. It gave me time to get my head together; I was so nervous. My heart pounded in my chest.

Would I be good enough? I was athletic, sure. Always in good shape, and I had always had good rhythm but this was ... so different. This was dancing and taking off clothes and while I wasn’t shy, it wasn’t like I had stripped before, either.

I shook my head, getting on the bus. Now wasn’t the time to back down or have regrets.

The ride across town wasn’t very long, and it was nice and quiet since there was only one other person on the bus with me, and they had headphones shoved into their ears and a hoodie drawn high up over their head. I didn’t even see what the person looked like.

When I got off the bus, I still had a couple of blocks to go. I wished that I had something warmer to wear—it was chillier than I thought it was going to be, but that was my fault, I supposed. I hugged my body, trying to keep in the warmth.

I didn’t notice the group of people