Grit (Book 1): Vegas Vipers MC, #1

By Nicole Fox

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

She's hiding secrets. I'm gonna get them out of her.

A baby was never part of the plan.

But Honey was too tempting to resist.

Now, I have a woman and a son to protect in this world of violence.

And I'll kill any man who touches what's mine.

GRIT

As President of the Vegas Vipers Motorcycle Club, I'm no stranger to Sin City's dark side.

In fact, I'm not sure it has anything else.

But when a new drug starts killing my men, you better believe there's going to be hell to pay.

Caught in my crosshairs is Honey, the sweet little stripper with a heart as golden as her name.

I'm no good for her, but she doesn't have a choice.

She holds the key I need to bring this empire of death to the ground.

But she's unlocked something within me, too…

Dark desires.

Forgotten pain.

And the hope that maybe, if we're lucky…

We'll get out of this chaos together.

HONEY

The biker president is a dangerous masterpiece.

Tall, toned, and rough, with dark eyes that pierce right through my clothes.

He is a man hell-bent on control.

Grit is dangerous. He frightens me.

But I'm in too deep to leave now.

I can't get the sweet taste of his ravenous lips off my mind.

I find myself willing to do anything for him.

I'll give him the information he wants.

I'll help him eradicate this evil from the streets.

But what he doesn't know is that there's more than our lives at stake.

There's someone else caught in the balance…

Someone new…

Someone precious…

The baby he put in my belly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393161578

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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Grit: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Vegas Vipers MC Book 1)

By Nicole Fox

SHE’S HIDING SECRETS. I’m gonna get them out of her.

A baby was never part of the plan.

But Honey was too tempting to resist.

Now, I have a woman and a son to protect in this world of violence.

And I’ll kill any man who touches what’s mine.

GRIT

As President of the Vegas Vipers Motorcycle Club, I'm no stranger to Sin City's dark side.

In fact, I'm not sure it has anything else.

But when a new drug starts killing my men, you better believe there's going to be hell to pay.

Caught in my crosshairs is Honey, the sweet little stripper with a heart as golden as her name.

I'm no good for her, but she doesn't have a choice.

She holds the key I need to bring this empire of death to the ground.

But she's unlocked something within me, too...

Dark desires.

Forgotten pain.

And the hope that maybe, if we’re lucky...

We’ll get out of this chaos together.

HONEY

The biker president is a dangerous masterpiece.

Tall, toned, and rough, with dark eyes that pierce right through my clothes.

He is a man hell-bent on control.

Grit is dangerous. He frightens me.

But I’m in too deep to leave now.

I can't get the sweet taste of his ravenous lips off my mind.

I find myself willing to do anything for him.

I'll give him the information he wants.

I'll help him eradicate this evil from the streets.

But what he doesn’t know is that there’s more than our lives at stake.

There’s someone else caught in the balance...

Someone new...

Someone precious...

The baby he put in my belly.

Chapter One

Honey

The dressing room at Fantasies Strip Club was as frantic as a beehive—though a beehive full of young, nearly-nude women. Girls darted from here to there, taking places in front of brightly-lit vanity mirrors, snatching scandalous clothing off of hangers, and getting their faces painted up for the evening ahead.

Honey Lewis couldn’t help but get sucked into the energy of a Friday night before the peak hours. She wasn’t crazy about the job—it did involve taking her clothes off for strange men, after all—but something about seeing all the girls zip around, frantically getting ready as they sipped drinks and gossiped, it always ended up putting her in the right mood for the night ahead.

Better grab a spot quick, girlie, said Bethany Belle, a fellow stripper and probably the closest thing Honey had to a best friend here at Fantasies.

No kidding, said Honey, watching as the girls took up just about every available vanity, leaning in close to the mirrors as they slathered on the makeup.

These new girls, said Bethany, shaking her head. They aren’t exactly understanding the pecking order yet. Us vets get the first crack at these things.

I don’t know if I’d really consider myself a ‘vet’, said Honey, her face turning a slight shade of red at the reminder that she’d been working here for far longer than she’d anticipated she would when she took the job.

You kidding? said Bethany, raising her thick, dark eyebrows. You’ve been here for a year, and I’ve been at this fucking place for two. We’re pretty much the bosses of this joint.

The two girls scanned the room, both looking for a place where they could sneak in and do their makeup. But every vanity was taken up by some pretty young thing preening in front of it, going back and forth between applying a bit of makeup and texting.

No goddamn efficiency, said Bethany, shaking her head. All right, enough of this.

With that, she stomped over to one of the girls, some little slip with bottle-blonde hair and a slim body and boobs far too big to be anything but expensive fakes, and put her hand on her shoulder.

Scram, said Bethany. Honey and I are on in ten, and you’re taking way too much fucking time.

The girl’s painted-up face formed an expression of indignation.

But—

No buts, said Bethany. Go send your texts or whatever and we’ll be done by the time you’ve done your social media shit.

The girl realized that between Bethany’s seniority and commanding personality, she didn’t have a thing to say. She snatched her phone off of the vanity table and stomped off, her big boobs jiggling in her black bikini top with each huffy step.

Come on, now, said Bethany, waving for Honey to come over. We’re gonna share.

Honey grabbed her