Rev (Book 1): Marauders MC, #1

By Nicole Fox

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

I'd kill for her – if our enemies don't kill us first.

She'd do whatever it takes to make it and get the hell out of this town.

But she might've gone too far.

My rival gave her an offer she couldn't refuse.

And then he did the unspeakable:

He laid a hand on my woman.

No one does that without paying the price.

And touching Roxy is the last mistake that Buck will ever make.

He's started a war, and I plan to finish it.

But my blind rage might doom us all.

Because Roxy's been hiding a secret from me.

And when I discover the truth, all hell breaks loose.

I once thought I had nothing to lose.

But now I have a son.

And I plan on surviving, so I can be the father to him that I never had.

But doing that might cost me everything.

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Ready for a bad boy who will really get your engines going? REV is a motorcycle club romance series that is also a dark romance with enough steamy sex and thriller suspense to keep you reading until the very end. This alpha male bad boy biker has all the elements of your newest book boyfriend. He's filthy, dominant, protective, fierce, and willing to do whatever it takes to protect his woman. Dive into his story today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393766261

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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Rev: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Marauders MC Book 1)

By Nicole Fox

I’D KILL FOR HER – if our enemies don’t kill us first.

She’d do whatever it takes to make it and get the hell out of this town.

But she might’ve gone too far.

My rival gave her an offer she couldn’t refuse.

And then he did the unspeakable:

He laid a hand on my woman.

No one does that without paying the price.

And touching Roxy is the last mistake that Buck will ever make.

He’s started a war, and I plan to finish it.

But my blind rage might doom us all.

Because Roxy’s been hiding a secret from me.

And when I discover the truth, all hell breaks loose.

I once thought I had nothing to lose.

But now I have a son.

And I plan on surviving, so I can be the father to him that I never had.

But doing that might cost me everything.

READY FOR A BAD BOY who will really get your engines going? REV is a motorcycle club romance series that is also a dark romance with enough steamy sex and thriller suspense to keep you reading until the very end. This alpha male bad boy biker has all the elements of your newest book boyfriend. He’s filthy, dominant, protective, fierce, and willing to do whatever it takes to protect his woman. Dive into his story today!

Chapter 1

Zane

Ashrill, high-pitched squeal cut through the sparsely-populated expanse of the bar.

Yo, Rex! I shouted out, throwing an eye up from my drum kit. You want to take it easy on that amp?

Sorry, Zane, said Rex, the vice president of the Marauders, my motorcycle club. You know how it is with this old gear. Shit’s got all sorts of ... personality, I guess.

Motor, another member of my crew, let out a snort.

I guess that’s one way to call it ‘old as shit’.

Rex stood up, his burly frame now dominating the stage as he put his hands on his hips.

You kiddin’? he asked. This shit’s vintage. They don’t make amps like this anymore.

There’s a reason for that, said Motor, his dark eyes two tiny points set in the middle of a wild red mane of hair and matching beard. Because it’s crap.

Rex shook his head.

Figures that the dude who has to get the new fuckin’ chopper model every other year wouldn’t have an appreciation for the classics.

I reached for the half-empty pint of beer nearby on the stage and took a quick sip.

You guys planning on pecking at each other like a couple of damn hens all day, or are you actually gonna get this shit set up?

Motor and Rex stopped their little exchange and turned their attention back to me.

Sorry, boss, said Rex, running a hand through his long black hair. Gotta let the kids know what’s what, you know?

I flashed the men a half smile to let them know I wasn’t entirely serious.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m just fucking ready to play tonight, I said, standing up and taking a look over my assembled kit.

The thing was a beaut. It was a gorgeous, simple five-piece set handmade from Norwegian spruce. I’d just bought the thing a few weeks ago and, between my obligations with the motorcycle club and the bar, I hadn’t had a chance to really put the kit to work. I was more than ready to smash the skins on stage; my hands were already feeling tense from not being wrapped around a pair of drumsticks.

Rex jerked his chin up.

Hell, yeah, he said, grabbing his guitar by the neck and throwing the strap around him. Ready to blow the fucking walls off this place!

With that, he flicked on the power for the amp, slipped a pick out of the holder on his mic stand, and let rip. Lightning-fast licks filled the bar, Rex’s fingers moving so fast over the fretboard that they turned into a blur. He finished his little display with a hard, crunching power chord.

We’re all really impressed, said Motor, shaking his head, a smirk on his face.

You should be, broham, said Rex, taking his guitar off and putting it back on the stand. That’s some pure goddamn skill on display.

Now, said Motor, "let’s see if you can do it again tonight