Broken Hearts: Rippers MC, #1

By Nicole Fox

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

Either she gives me a baby, or I break her heart.

I need an heir before the biker life takes me to the grave.

There's no one in my life up to the job…

Until fate brings me the perfect woman.

And I get ready to break her completely.

AXEL

I've lived and breathed the MC life for years.

Whatever it took to push the Rippers MC to the top, I did it.

No questions asked.

I killed men who deserved it.

Took women who begged for it.

Dominated any and all who dared challenge me.

But the one enemy I can't kill is Father Time.

And he is making himself felt.

I want to make something that will last.

A legacy.

And that means one thing to a man like me:

I need a son.

MILLIE

It was my fault.

I was on the phone with my crazy ex while I was driving.

I didn't see the biker until it was too late.

But I never could have imagined what this one accident would lead to:

The craziest request I've ever heard.

The outlaw doesn't want money, or my insurance info.

He wants to use my body to give him a baby.

And he won't take no for an answer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393139966

Nicole Fox

Nicole Fox writes smart, sexy mafia romance novels. She is a crazy cat lady in her late 30s with a coffee addiction, an overactive imagination, and a husband who somehow puts up with her impulsive need to keep buying new plants for their house. Sign up for her mailing list at http://bit.ly/NicoleFoxMailingList. 

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Broken Hearts: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Rippers MC Book 1)

By Nicole Fox

Either she gives me a baby, or I break her heart.

I NEED AN HEIR BEFORE the biker life takes me to the grave.

There’s no one in my life up to the job...

Until fate brings me the perfect woman.

And I get ready to break her completely.

AXEL

I’ve lived and breathed the MC life for years.

Whatever it took to push the Rippers MC to the top, I did it.

No questions asked.

I killed men who deserved it.

Took women who begged for it.

Dominated any and all who dared challenge me.

But the one enemy I can’t kill is Father Time.

And the motherf**ker is making himself felt.

I want to make something that will last.

A legacy.

And that means one thing to a man like me:

I need a son.

MILLIE

It was my fault.

I was on the phone with my crazy ex while I was driving.

I didn’t see the biker until it was too late.

But I never could have imagined what this one accident would lead to:

The craziest request I’ve ever heard.

The outlaw doesn’t want money, or my insurance info.

He wants to use my body to give him a baby.

And he won’t take no for an answer.

Chapter 1

Axel

Iroll up on the red light, cursing under my breath. This light takes forever, and I’ve got shit to do.

I gun the engine of my sweet baby and look over at the city park to my right. This one is always filled with kids and families and I look every time I’m stuck here, always equal parts irritated and fascinated by the dads who are out bonding and playing with their kids.

My old man was not the play-at-the-park type. Nope, he was more of a get your ass out on the football field type. He was all about discipline and hard work and overt displays of masculinity. He worked in a factory from the time he graduated high school, drank beer, and expected women to do women’s roles and men to do men’s roles.

I can probably count on one hand the number of times he ever showed an ounce of emotion about any damn thing. The most notable was when I was six or seven and Art Modell announced he was moving the Cleveland Browns to the East Coast. My dad cried like a little bitch; said he’d never watch another NFL game again.

’Course, he’s the Patriots’ biggest fan these days, but whatever.

Me, I find myself cutting by this park more and more these days. I used to park my bike and sit on the benches, pretend I was reading the paper or some shit, but people tend to get weirded out by me, especially when I linger in any one place too long. I’m too big, too tattooed, too mean to look like I’m up to anything other than trouble.

Thing is, I really like kids. I’d love to be a dad, and not a hard-ass one like my pop. No, I’d totally be that dad in the park, too big to go down the slide but doing it anyway for a laugh. I’d love to have a woman knocked up, big belly, looking gorgeous and ready to pop with my kid inside her.

Too bad Hard Rod is so focused on his own old lady and unborn kid that he’s left me to do most of the management of the club. Man, I love that guy like a brother, but the president of the Rippers is not a multi-tasker. That dude is laser-focused on whatever has his attention in a given moment, and nada else. Since his attention is on Lipstick, his old lady, and getting ready for Hard Rod Jr. to make an appearance, I haven’t got shit for time to even get my cock sucked, let alone establish a relationship that might lead to family.

As the third line of traffic moves, I look over one more time, watching the little ones squeal and play. Of course, there’s got to be one helicopter mom who’s noticed me staring. She shoots me the evil eye and lays a protective hand over her little girl’s chest as if I might hop off my bike and abscond with her daughter. I try giving a smile to reassure her I’m actually kind of a nice guy, but she scowls and turns away.

Ho hum. I’m—

Bam!

That’s me narrating the bam feeling of getting rear-ended. I was in la-la land, all thinking about making babies and being a daddy, and I missed