Overpowered (Book 1): Headless Reapers MC, #1

By Paula Cox

This is book 1 of the Headless Reapers MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 of this dark motorcycle club romance series are available everywhere now!

 

I'll fight the world to keep her in my bed.

 

I stole a girl who was strictly off limits.

And now her owners want my head on a spike.

But they'd better ride fast, ride hard, and carry a big gun.

Because I'll kill any man who tries to take her from me.

 

RAFAEL

 

I've lived my whole life in the fast line.

I've had more hot girls than hot meals.

But my thirst for adrenaline just drove me into dangerous territory.

 

Emma was just a rival club's girl -or so I thought.

But as I came to learn, being a Reaper's girl meant staying theirs for life.

Needless to say, they weren't exactly thrilled when I stole her for myself.

 

I've never once asked for permission to take anything in my life.

I decided I wanted her.

And I don't give a damn if the entire might of the Headless Reapers MC rises up to try and crush me.

 

I'm not backing down.

And they sure as hell aren't gonna take my girl from me.

Not without killing me first.

 

EMMA

 

I knew the consequences of submitting to an enemy biker like Rafael.

And I did it anyways.

 

But now, the club that thought they owned me is coming for my blood – and his.

They want to hurt us, make us suffer for defying them.

I can't lie -I 'm terrified.

 

But one look in Rafael's eyes shows me that he isn't scared.

Not in the slightest.

 

He says that he owns me, that he'll never let me go.

And I pray that he's telling the truth.

 

It's a little bit ironic:

I've spent my whole life fighting to get free of the clutches of the outlaw bikers who want to brand me with their ink and chain me to their beds.

But now that I've found Rafael…

 

I'll do whatever it takes to stay in his arms.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393201823

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Overpowered: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Headless Reapers MC Book 1)

By Paula Cox

I’LL FIGHT THE WORLD to keep her in my bed.

I stole a girl who was strictly off limits.

And now her owners want my head on a spike.

But they’d better ride fast, ride hard, and carry a big gun.

Because I’ll kill any man who tries to take her from me.

RAFAEL

I’ve lived my whole life in the fast line.

I’ve had more hot girls than hot meals.

But my thirst for adrenaline just drove me into dangerous territory.

Emma was just a rival club’s girl -or so I thought.

But as I came to learn, being a Reaper’s girl meant staying theirs for life.

Needless to say, they weren’t exactly thrilled when I stole her for myself.

I’ve never once asked for permission to take anything in my life.

I decided I wanted her.

And I don’t give a damn if the entire might of the Headless Reapers MC rises up to try and crush me.

I’m not backing down.

And they sure as hell aren’t gonna take my girl from me.

Not without killing me first.

EMMA

I knew the consequences of submitting to an enemy biker like Rafael.

And I did it anyways.

But now, the club that thought they owned me is coming for my blood – and his.

They want to hurt us, make us suffer for defying them.

I can’t lie -I ‘m terrified.

But one look in Rafael’s eyes shows me that he isn’t scared.

Not in the slightest.

He says that he owns me, that he’ll never let me go.

And I pray that he’s telling the truth.

It’s a little bit ironic:

I’ve spent my whole life fighting to get free of the clutches of the outlaw bikers who want to brand me with their ink and chain me to their beds.

But now that I’ve found Rafael...

I’ll do whatever it takes to stay in his arms.

CHAPTER ONE

Rafael Neal did a lot of dumb things when his need for reckless adventure and adrenaline rushes craved something bigger and better than the last blast, but even he couldn’t believe what he was doing. As the vice president of the Mountain Tribesmen Motorcycle Club, he knew what could happen if he was found lounging at the party of Headless Reapers Motorcycle Club, and he liked his head sitting right on top of his shoulders. However, it was the First Annual Night of Riley, and this is where he wanted to be.

The yearly party the HRMC put on for their fallen brother was something he’d never planned to attend, but since he heard it was going to get pretty crazy he’d shown up to see for himself. When his mood and need for increased adrenaline happened to fall on the day of the grand party, he knew there was only one place that would do. Live free, play hard, and enjoy life—that was his motto. He never knew when he was going to be riding on that eternal freeway, so he liked to live for today. He could feel the pump of his blood and his hyper-awareness increase the closer he got to the house.

No one paid him any mind as he entered and then circled the party. He was good at hiding in plain sight—and for that, he was glad. There was a lot of muscle in the room, and he was totally in the wrong. If someone questioned him or made him, there would definitely be trouble...and not the good kind. That evening his friends asked him to join them in a lot of different activities; but, once he got something in his mind, it was hard to shake it, and he’d had this party in his mind since he’d gotten out of bed this morning. There would be food, women, and drinks, and he could see what the Headless Reapers were up to these days.

He had just been looking to do something fun, well, something fun and a bit dangerous. Danger always made the fun just a bit sweeter, and he could not deny his craving for an adrenaline rush. As the second-in-command for the MTMC, there was a lot of work and responsibility. There were times he just wanted to kick back or raise a little hell. So what was this? A bit of both. At this event, celebrating Mask-Face Riley, everyone would wear masks...for a while, at least. It was the only reason he could walk into a rival club event and not leave in a body bag...or worse.

Looking at all the men in their best masks, he could tell who the people were just based on how they acted. Most had masks like Michael Myers or The Scream while Rafael had a mask that was tighter and featured a cool, white, ceramic-looking face. The club space was large, and there was plenty of seating, food, and drinks for the crowd that seemed to be growing larger before his eyes.

He noticed it was a nice set up they had—with a boxing ring in one corner, a spot for playing cards, another for playing pool, and a very large bar. This group had done very well for itself. It had nothing on his club though. Rafael’s club had all of this plus the hottest chicks. With the exclusion of the sexy, redhead who kept walking past him. His club didn’t have one of her. She was hot as fuck. He had noticed her around, and she had watched him whenever she saw him out on the street, but it wasn’t that she could have known it was him. He had a mask on like every other dude at the event.

She didn’t have on a mask, but neither did any of the club girls. Not that he’d minded looking at the women—without masks was good for him. He returned his attention to the redhead who seemed to be walking around aimlessly, and he wanted to change that. He would give her something to do...him preferably. He watched her circle the room talking to this person or that, but she kept her attention on him. He could feel her hot glances from across the room.

Rafael moved to the large silver pail to pick up a beer and then sat down on a worn leather chair to get comfortable. This was going to be a good night. He could feel it deep down. Something had been brewing with him for a good while. He’d felt like this before but nothing as strong. That had to be the reason he felt so restless and edgy. If he believed in horoscopes,