Rough (Book 1): Wilderkind MC, #1

By Evelyn Glass

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

I sent her back to her owners with my baby in her womb.

She belongs to my enemies.

But that didn't stop me from taking her my way:

Rough. Savage. Relentless.

And I left her with a little something extra.

BEAR

I got my nickname because I'm as big as a bear – down there.

It's why girls flock to my bedroom every night of the week.

But every morning, I kick them out.

I'm not the kind of man who settles down.

More like the kind who settles up.

On the racetrack, that is.

No one rides harder or faster.

No one wins like me.

That's how Sunny ended up bared in my bed – I claimed her as my latest trophy.

And when I was done making her moan, I sent her back to the men I'd stolen her from.

They're none too pleased about what I did to her.

And they'll be even less happy when they find out what I left behind, inside of their most precious prize…

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393220657

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Rough: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Wilderkind MC Book 1)

By Evelyn Glass

I sent her back to her owners with my baby in her womb.

SHE BELONGS TO MY ENEMIES.

But that didn’t stop me from taking her my way:

Rough. Savage. Relentless.

And I left her with a little something extra.

BEAR

I got my nickname because I’m as big as a bear – down there.

It’s why girls flock to my bedroom every night of the week.

But every morning, I kick them out.

I’m not the kind of man who settles down.

More like the kind who settles up.

On the racetrack, that is.

No one rides harder or faster.

No one wins like me.

That’s how Sunny ended up bared in my bed – I claimed her as my latest trophy.

And when I was done making her moan, I sent her back to the men I’d stolen her from.

They’re none too pleased about what I did to her.

And they’ll be even less happy when they find out what I left behind, inside of their most precious prize...

Chapter One

Sunny

C ’mon, Sunny girl! Come sit by us. Killer says it’s alright if we watch from here.

Slutty Mary pats the empty space on the rust red beach blanket next to her with the palm of her hand. She smiles at me, missing teeth and all, as she beckons, You’re not gonna see anything from where you are.

She’s right. This spot is garbage. I only picked it because it’s where Ricco dropped me off. I figure if he wants to find me after the match, I better be where he left me. But after our lame and boring night together with him sighing heavily at the best parts of the movie and spitting tobacco on my apartment entrance, I really couldn’t care less if he ever finds me.

Of course, as soon as I take the spot Mary offered me, she launches into an assault of questions about my time with Ricco.

I hear he’s real nice and treats his girls good. Leann was with him a few months ago, and he bought her all kinds of nice shit... like a necklace and some stuff for her kitchen. Real fancy, quality stuff.

Mary’s not that bright. Ricco didn’t buy Leann shit. He stole it off the back of some guy’s truck—or it’s one of those gifts he passes on from girl to girl. None of his old ladies ever stayed with him for long. He either grew tired of them and lost interest, or they saw right through his facade and realized how freaking boring the guy is. I’m glad I caught on at the end of date one. I didn’t have to put out or anything like most girls would have. Filthy Bastard MC rules only force us to spread for a guy on date two if he pays.

Still, I’m not going to be rude to Mary. These girls are my family. They are the only ones who understand what it’s like to live this life. And we look out for one another, even though it’s pretty clear that most of us really, truly despise each other. I guess that’s what a real sister is supposed to be like. I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from mine in years.

Yeah, I mutter as I play with a few of the grease covered rocks that dot the gravel ground of the underpass. He was a nice guy. He’s not really my type though. I don’t think I’ll answer if he calls me again.

Larissa butts in the way she always does. Oh, girl, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, she says. She can’t help but be the gossip among us. She has to know everything