The Prodigy: Silver Spoon MC

By Nichole Rose

Meeting his curvy soulmate switches this computer genius from laid-back MC brother to Beast mode in the blink of an eye in this 2023 IAN Book of the Year Award Winner for Outstanding Fiction.

Finn "Hacker" Taylor
I've always been the quiet brother in my MC.
The resident genius who gets things done and keeps his head down.
I prefer my bike and my computers to most people.
Until I set eyes on Scarlett Crawford, the curvy new clerk at Gatsby Books.
She's the sweetest little bookworm who makes me laugh like no other.
Now, I'm spending all my time looking for reasons to stalk the bookshop.
When I find out someone is harassing my woman, all bets are off.
This shy little thing is going to be mine.
And whoever is bothering her will answer to me and my MC.

Scarlett Crawford
When I took a job at Gatsby Books, I did not know it came with a stupid-hot biker.
Finn Taylor makes my mouth do things I didn't permit it to do.
And my heart feel things I didn't give it permission to feel.
Don't even get me started on what he does to the rest of me!
When he's around, nothing else matters.
Including the odd little man who keeps popping up all over the place.
As soon as Finn finds out about him, my life turns into a testosterone-fueled fantasy.
And then it derails in ways I never expected.
When the dust clears, my happily-ever-after looks a lot different than I thought it would.
But all the best fairytales usually work out that way, don't they?

These wealthy Texans have it all—Money, looks, power, their MC, and brothers. The only thing missing is someone to share it all with. There's a shortage of eligible ladies in town, but these determined men won't let that slow them down. These MC brothers are going to turn the town of Silver Spoon Falls, Texas, on its ear looking for their curvy soulmates.

Nichole Rose and Loni Ree are bringing you the Silver Spoon MC, and this isn't your typical MC romance series. Nichole and Loni like to keep things light. Come along with us on this wild instalove ride. Each book can be read as a standalone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nichole Rose
• Release date: Nov 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9798223908463

Book preview

Chapter One

Scarlett

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I need books.

Then you came to the right place. Welcome to Gatsby Books, I say, glancing up from the stack of graphic novels and comics in my arms. Only instead of looking into the face of whoever owns that sexy growl, I find myself smiling in welcome at a black t-shirt stretched tight across a broad chest. I crane my head back…and promptly crack it against the shelf behind me.

Ouch. I let go of the books, which scatter around me like the wreckage of some anime accident. Boom! Pow! Zap! The Marvel and DC universes intermingle with Preacher, Diabolik, Monstress, Dragon Ball Z, and The Invisibles. I think there may even be tentacle porn in the stack. Maddie, my boss, does the ordering…though I don't think she meant to order that last one.

Shit. Are you okay?

Holy guacamole. I gape first at the mess of comics and graphic novels strewn across the growly customer's black boots and then at said growly customer, the bump on my head long forgotten. We get a lot of people through here since the shop opened, but none of them look like him.

If Clark Kent and Jax Teller had a baby, it'd be this man. There's something both nerdy and wicked about him. He reminds me of those ridiculously hot actors hired to play a geek in some TV show. Only the role fits him like he was born for it. He's got muscles for days. And even though he's standing a step below me, he's a good six inches taller than me, and I'm in freaking heels.

Thick black glasses frame the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. They're so dark that they're almost black. His eyes, I mean. A day's worth of stubble surrounds his full lips. Beautiful black tattoos run up and down his muscular arms in intricate scenes. The nosy part of me wants to pull his shirt up to see those hidden from view. The rest of me wants to pull it up to see the rest of him.

Heavens to Betsy, he's gorgeous.

Jesus, he rumbles, staring at me with this expression that's all twisted up into beautiful confusion. His eyes run over my face and then skim down my body, lingering on my breasts for just a beat. Not long enough to be disrespectful, but long enough for his nostrils to flare and his irises to darken. So does his expression. I haven't even been drinking the fucking water in this town.

I have no idea what he means by that, but when I glance down, I realize I was right about the tentacle porn. The novel on top of his right boot is spread open. There are tentacles everywhere, doing things no one should see outside of the privacy of their own homes. And the lady looks like she's in heaven.

The situation isn't even remotely funny, but I laugh anyway. I can't help it! I meet the hottest man on the planet, give myself a concussion, assault him with tentacle porn, and get myself fired all on the same day. And he's worried about the water in this town.

Of course this happens to you, Scarlett.

His gaze shoots back up to mine.

I quickly clamp a hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my laughter. I'm sorry, I gasp. Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Please don't look down.

Naturally, he looks down.

I said don't look down! I cry, kicking the novel—book gods, please forgive me—in a desperate attempt to hide it from his gaze. It's already too late for that, though.

Jesus H. Christ, he whispers, bending down to snatch it up. He opens it like a newspaper in front of his face, makes a choked sound, and then lowers it to look at me over the top. He has eight cocks.

Um, I'm pretty sure those aren't penises, I whisper, blushing beet red.

He lifts the book up in front of his face again, turns it around, examines it for a minute, and then makes another choked sound before quickly slamming it shut. You're right, he mutters, rolling it up and shoving it into his back pocket. Those aren't dicks. Those are definitely not dicks. The tips of his ears turn red. Oh my goodness. This gorgeous hulk of a man is actually blushing! He reaches up to rub the back of his neck, his eyes lingering on my face.

You look like you want to flee, I whisper.

So do you. A sheepish grin spreads across his face.

I just assaulted you with tentacle porn. My cheeks are so red they're flaming. I press my hands to them, hoping that'll cool them down. For the record, it isn't mine. Um, I wasn't buying it. I wasn't reading it either. I huff out a breath. What I'm trying to say is that I work here.

Maddie and Allie recently opened the bookstore and are still learning the ins and outs of book purchasing. It's a big job! Before I moved to Silver Spoon Falls to take care of my elderly aunt, I was an elementary school librarian. Now, I help out around here. They do the heavy lifting. I keep the place tidy, help customers find what they need, and then check them out when they're done.

Okay, and read all the dirty books when no one else is looking. What's the fun of working in a bookstore if you don't read all the dirty books? Exactly. I'm a twenty-four-year-old virgin who can't even speak to men without turning the same general shade as a tomato. A girl's gotta get her thrills somewhere.

But you know it's called tentacle porn.

I…I… I splutter, searching for any explanation that doesn't make me look like a crazy person, and then his deep chuckle rolls over me, and I realize he's just teasing me. Oh, so you think you're funny, I growl, planting my hands on my hips. I almost choked on my own tongue!

At least it wasn't a–

Don't you say it, I hiss, practically squirming in humiliation. He's way too hot to be this cute too. I can never unsee what I just saw, and it's all your fault!

How the fuck is this my fault? He folds his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses. I just came in to buy books.

You distracted me, I mumble, leaving out the part about him distracting me by being hot. He's already got enough dirt on me for a lifetime, and I don't even know his name. Knowing I need to get myself together, I kneel to start gathering up the mess at our feet.

Only he seems to have the same idea because he kneels at the exact same moment. We bump into each other. I'm clumsy on a good day, and today is not one of those. I land sprawled across the bottom step with him kneeling at my feet in a sea of comic books. His dark head comes up, his eyes locked on mine. For a long moment, neither of us moves. I'm not sure I even breathe.

My stomach flips and spins and then does it again, putting on an Olympics-worthy performance. My heart thuds against my breastbone so hard I'm sure he probably hears it.

The fucking water, he mutters again, those gorgeous green eyes writing entire volumes without a single word passing his lips. What's your name, pretty baby?

Scarlett Crawford.

Scarlett Crawford, he repeats. I'm Finn Taylor.

Cool, I whisper, making him smile.

You aren't from around here.

How do you know?

His lips tip up into a little boy smile that makes my stomach quiver. I know everything about this town, Scarlett Crawford from Gatsby Books. It's what I do.

What you do? Confusion furrows my brows and wrinkles my nose. What does that mean? Are you a historian or something?

He laughs quietly. Not quite. I own a computer security business.

Oh. I frown as something tickles at the back of my mind. When I moved to town to help take care of my Aunt Ophelia a few months ago, she insisted on telling me everything there is to know about everyone who lives in Silver Spoon Falls. I think she mentioned something about this man. Only, she made him sound like a super-spy who spends all his time locked in a secret lab doing super-secret spy things for ungodly amounts of money. If this is the same man, my aunt left out about five million pertinent details. Because this man is way hotter than I expected. He's also doing crazy things to my insides. And I just assaulted him with tentacle porn.

Awesome.

Please tell me you aren't the super-spy genius my aunt told me about, I groan.

Super-spy genius? He cocks a brow and chuckles.

You are, aren't you?

No, he says, slowly gathering up the books I dropped. I think he does it more to avoid looking at me than anything. He's buying himself time to think through his answer. Technically, spying entails gathering intelligence or information in secret, generally without permission. My clients pay me very well to hack into their shit.

I groan again, burying my face in my hands. He's definitely the super-spy Aunt Ophelia told me about. And she definitely left out all the juicy bits of information. We are so discussing her gossip when I get home today. If she's going to do it, she should at least be good at it!

I showed a bazillionaire tentacle porn, I mumble. I am so getting fired.

Baby, Finn laughs. You aren't getting fired.