Stroke (Book 1): Big Cats MC, #1

By Nicole Fox

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

I'm gonna stroke her 'til I get what I want: a baby.

She's a good girl getting lost on the wrong side of the tracks.

But she'd better be real careful.

Because Sin City ain't a playground.

It's a hunting ground.

And I'm the king of the jungle.

Nikki is exactly what I've been prowling for:

An innocent girl with a body built for sin.

And in this nightclub, that makes her a prime target.

She's had some boring rich boy hounding her all night long.

But when I swoop in and show her what it's like to truly take a ride on the wild side…

She's got nothin' to say but yes.

I take her home and coax moan after moan from her plump lips.

Sweaty and spent, we part ways.

I never thought I'd see her again.

But the rich boy she left behind won't give up so easily.

He's got footage of precious Nikki in the arms of a dirty biker.

And he's determined to show it to her daddy.

I'm guessing the man won't be too excited to see his little girl corrupted by a man like me.

But he definitely won't be happy when Nikki drops her other bombshell:

She's pregnant with my kid.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393923640

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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This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

Stroke: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Big Cats MC Book 1) copyright 2017 by Nicole Fox. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.

Stroke: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Big Cats MC Book 1)

By Nicole Fox

I’M GONNA STROKE HER ‘til I get what I want: a baby.

She’s a good girl getting lost on the wrong side of the tracks.

But she’d better be real careful.

Because Sin City ain’t a playground.

It’s a hunting ground.

And I’m the king of the jungle.

Nikki is exactly what I’ve been prowling for:

An innocent girl with a body built for sin.

And in this nightclub, that makes her a prime target.

She’s had some boring rich boy hounding her all night long.

But when I swoop in and show her what it’s like to truly take a ride on the wild side...

She’s got nothin’ to say but yes.

I take her home and coax moan after moan from her plump lips.

Sweaty and spent, we part ways.

I never thought I’d see her again.

But the rich boy she left behind won’t give up so easily.

He’s got footage of precious Nikki in the arms of a dirty biker.

And he’s determined to show it to her daddy.

I’m guessing the man won’t be too excited to see his little girl corrupted by a man like me.

But he definitely won’t be happy when Nikki drops her other bombshell:

She’s pregnant with my kid.

Chapter 1

Nikki

The throbbing bass of the dance club pulsed all around me. I closed my eyes and tossed my freshly-dyed hair back and forth, trying to let the music flow through me. Bodies were pressed up against me, sweaty and shifting, the anticipation in the crowd building as the DJ prepared for the bass drop the crowd was waiting for. When it finally reached its crescendo and dropped, the bass pounding through the room like a bomb, the place went wild.

Despite the insanity and wild times happening all around me, however, the Las Vegas dance club where I was partying with my friends was the last place I wanted to be. I wanted to slip through the crowd, to get somewhere away from the chaos to someplace I could clear my head and get some fresh air.

Before I could, however, I felt the pressure of a hand clamp down on my hip. Whipping around on my heels, I was face-to-face with the gaunt face of some sweaty dude, his hair wet and hanging loose around his ugly features. Glancing down, I watched as his narrow hips began to sway back and forth in some kind of gross prelude to a mating dance. I wasn’t having any of it, and I’m sure whatever facial expression I wore at the moment made that more than clear.

Um, no thank you! I called out, my voice small and indistinct in the music.

Huh? he said, his features still arranged in a skeevy expression.

I said, no, thank you!

He either didn’t hear me or didn’t care. The gross guy’s other hand fell onto the other side of my hips. That hand, however, was holding some kind of drink in a plastic cup, and as the man moved and swayed, a bit of his drink sloshed over the rim and splashed cold on my exposed skin. The feeling was surprising and annoying as hell.

Ugh! I shouted out. Get that away from me!

I have no idea how the guy could’ve possibly interpreted what I’d said as anything other than irritation, but somehow he did. The corners of his mouth pulled up even more than they already were, and he began to move in even closer, so close that I could see