Cole (Book 2): Four Daggers MC, #2

By Nicole Fox

This is book 2 of the Four Daggers MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

I'll bend for him. I'll fight for him. I'll even give him my virginity.

But I will NOT fall in love.

RACHEL

I never imagined that going back for my purse would change my life forever.

Instead of getting out of the mall and going home, I ended up kidnapped and sold to a stranger.

A handsome, deadly stranger.

I'm Cole's to use in absolutely any way that he will have me - and I can't find it in me to complain.

I may be the biker's prisoner, but my freedom lies in seeking revenge on my captors – the men who stripped me bare and sold me like an animal at auction.

They are Cole's enemies as well, and he wants my help to make sure that they're no longer a threat.

But as I get deeper into this life, it becomes less and less likely I'll be able to get out again…

And less and less likely that I'll want to.

Because, even though Cole's stare is cold...

Even though his hands are brutal…

The more nights pass, the more I want the nights.

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Rachel never asked to end up in Cole's arms. But now that she's there, she's not complaining—because Cole is the sexy, dirty, dominant alpha male bad boy biker of her dreams (and yours)! In this new adult contemporary bad boy biker romance series, Rachel and Cole come from opposite worlds to find themselves tangled together by a powerful, steamy chemistry that neither one can deny. If you love motorcycle club romance series, then get COLE today and feel the passion for yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393092100

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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Cole: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Four Daggers MC Book 2)

By Nicole Fox

I’LL BEND FOR HIM. I’ll fight for him. I’ll even give him my virginity.

But I will NOT fall in love.

RACHEL

I never imagined that going back for my purse would change my life forever.

Instead of getting out of the mall and going home, I ended up kidnapped and sold to a stranger.

A handsome, deadly stranger.

I’m Cole’s to use in absolutely any way that he will have me - and I can’t find it in me to complain.

I may be the biker’s prisoner, but my freedom lies in seeking revenge on my captors – the men who stripped me bare and sold me like an animal at auction.

They are Cole’s enemies as well, and he wants my help to make sure that they’re no longer a threat.

But as I get deeper into this life, it becomes less and less likely I’ll be able to get out again...

And less and less likely that I’ll want to.

Because, even though Cole’s stare is cold...

Even though his hands are brutal...

The more nights pass, the more I want the nights.

RACHEL NEVER ASKED to end up in Cole’s arms. But now that she’s there, she’s not complaining—because Cole is the sexy, dirty, dominant alpha male bad boy biker of her dreams (and yours)! In this new adult contemporary bad boy biker romance series, Rachel and Cole come from opposite worlds to find themselves tangled together by a powerful, steamy chemistry that neither one can deny. If you love motorcycle club romance series, then get COLE today and feel the passion for yourself.

Chapter 1

Cole

Rachel cried the whole time she was getting dressed, but now she seems to have calmed down. We get on my bike and I remind her that she needs to be fluid, to lean into the turns, to keep her body aligned with mine. She doesn’t say anything, just sets her face into a defiant scowl and climbs on behind me.

While Raptor and Jackson head off to deliver cash and the race offer to the Barons, Dennis heads out to scope out the location of a racing exhibition we’re expected to be at later today. There will be a lot of unaffiliated riders there, and I’m hoping to attract some new members there. Which means that my sugar baby needs to be looking perfect for her first event with me.

We stop at a consignment shop that my sister always liked. We’re spending a fair amount just to keep White Eye from trying to kill me, so I can’t put Rachel in expensive clothing. She seems confused as we stop in front of the store. Her legs seem wobbly from the ride, so I give her a minute to get her bearings as I explain what’s going on.

So I need a dress so I can look good next to you at a racing exhibition? she asks. Her eyebrows meet in the middle, the skin there furrowing with confusion. And I’m just there to make it look like hot chicks want to be around your club, which will make new members want to be around your club?

Bingo, I say. You’re a fucking genius. Come on.

You don’t have to be rude, she says, following me into the store.

You don’t need to clarify shit I’ve already explained, I say.

Well, it’s really weird, she answers.

Keep it up, I murmur as a salesperson heads our way. I can match the red mark on the other cheek.

A middle-aged woman is smiling at me and asking me how she can help us. But believe me, I want nothing more than to bend this little bitch over my knee and give her a good, hard spanking, followed by an even harder fuck. She’s turning out to be mouthier than I thought she might be. It both annoys me and turns me on.

My lady friend, here, needs a nice dress to wear to a sports exhibition this evening, I say. I feel like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, all of the sudden. Without the money or the suit or the status.

Oh? the woman asks, appraising Rachel, who’s practically hiding behind me like a scared little kid. Formal or casual?

Sexy, I say. Stretchy, preferably. She needs to look sexy and confident.

The woman purses her lips primly. Well, we surely have something that might work. Dear, can you come with me?

I move aside and when Rachel doesn’t automatically start walking, I put a hand on her back and give a little shove. She shoots me a death glare but marches on, and I go take a seat on a bench by the door.

Over the course of what feels like a million hours, Rachel gets paraded out in outfit after outfit. Some dresses look like prom dresses. Others look like church dresses. The sexiest one is just a step above office-wear, sort of a naughty