Sinner: Smoking Vipers MC, #1

By Nicole Fox

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

I took her for revenge. But I kept her for my own savage pleasure.

I've got a score to settle with the president of the Scorpions MC.

And I'm gonna hit him where it hurts most:

By stealing his precious baby girl.

But I never expected to fall for her.

SPIKE

I'm a sinner to the core.

I'm a killer, an outlaw, a tatted monster.

And I've never met a girl I didn't want to corrupt and destroy.

But none of those girls ever made me reconsider who I was and what I did.

None of them…

Until her.

YAZMIN

When he stole me from my father's clubhouse, he told me this was nothing personal.

Strictly business.

But that was a bold-faced lie.

Because from the second he laid his eyes on me, Spike wanted everything.

My innocence.

My body.

My very soul.

I know I should be scared of him.

He wants to hurt me – just to bring down my evil father.

But I can't hate him. I just can't.

Because Spike Macklin is the devil I've been dreaming of since I was a little girl.

And when he lays his lips on mine, my body screams for more.

I might be my daddy's little girl.

But my heart belongs to the biker.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393362944

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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Sinner: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Smoking Vipers MC Book 1)

By Nicole Fox

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I took her for revenge. But I kept her for my own savage pleasure.

I’VE GOT A SCORE TO settle with the president of the Scorpions MC.

And I’m gonna hit him where it hurts most:

By stealing his precious baby girl.

But I never expected to fall for her.

SPIKE

I’m a sinner to the core.

I’m a killer, an outlaw, a tatted f**king monster.

And I’ve never met a girl I didn’t want to corrupt and destroy.

But none of those girls ever made me reconsider who I was and what I did.

None of them...

Until her.

YAZMIN

When he stole me from my father’s clubhouse, he told me this was nothing personal.

Strictly business.

But that was a bold-faced lie.

Because from the second he laid his eyes on me, Spike wanted everything.

My innocence.

My body.

My very soul.

I know I should be scared of him.

He wants to hurt me – just to bring down my evil father.

But I can’t hate him. I just can’t.

Because Spike Macklin is the devil I’ve been dreaming of since I was a little girl.

And when he lays his lips on mine, my body screams for more.

I might be my daddy’s little girl.

But my heart belongs to the biker.

Chapter 1

Spike

I ’m going to kill every damn one of ’em! Knuckles roars, charging into the clubhouse and kicking a table so hard that it collapses in on itself. He’s a tall, wide, fat man who makes the whole building tremble.

I follow behind the men silently. My anger is more of a seething, boiling anger, the kind of anger which takes a while to blow over the top. My anger is the sort of anger which causes men to turn up slit from ear to ear. I drop into a chair and wave at one on the pledges to bring me a whiskey. It’s evening, but it’s summer, and it’s Sunnyside, California, so an orange glow fills the room, bouncing off photographs of the MC, the old decommissioned WWII rifle above the bar, a pile of old motorbike tires in the corner which Red-Eyes says he’s going to fix one day. I sip my whiskey as my men gather around me.

Justin Herveux, my vice president, leans his elbows on his knees. He’s a good man, a couple of years younger than me, ginger, with freckles all around his nose. He’s the only one here who’s finished college. Business, I think. I understand Dwayne’s anger, he says. Justin is the only one who calls Knuckles ‘Dwayne.’ But what are we supposed to do, boss? Can we afford to put security on our bars twenty-four hours a day?

So we’re gonna let ’em hit us twenty-four hours a day instead? Alfred mutters, his voice wheezing. He must be ninety years old if he’s a day. He sits hunched over, clutching the table, eyes watery. But when he speaks, he looks like a young man again, if only for a moment. "The Scorpions need to be taken out. I’ve lived in Sunnyside since I was a lad. I helped make this club. And now you’re telling me these Scorpion fucks can just roll in and take over? I won’t have it."

The Dinosaur’s right, Charley Red-Eyes says, his eyes bloodshot as usual. He’s short, stocky, with a flat face and a flat attitude toward violence. They need to die.

I agree, Danny Simmons squeaks up, nineteen years old, the youngest officer by far. He wipes down his blond hair and smiles nervously. We can’t let them keep going in on us, can we, boss?

They all turn to me, waiting. I’ll never get used to that moment. One day I’m sitting on their side of the room, looking to the President for advice, and the next I’m sitting here, dishing it out. Part of me misses just being able to sit there, waiting to be told what to do.

Some of you might not know this, I say. But I had a girl I’ve been seeing on and off for a couple of months now. Her name was Christina. She was a cousin to one of the club girls. Anyway, she was at the bar tonight. One of the men—and I reckon it was that bastard Snake Lafayette, ’cause it’s always Snake Lafayette—left her bleeding out back. She’s dead. I lean forward. The officers sit up, watching me intently. So believe me when I say I want the Scorpions wiped out as much as you do. But here are the hard facts. They have just as many men as us, maybe some more. They are just as tough as us. They are just as brutal as us.

Knuckles heaved up his huge body, smacking a meaty fist on the table. Bullshit!

Do I look like I’m done talking? I ask quietly.

Knuckles swallows, shakes