Steel: Blackthorne MC #1

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STEEL #1

Carrie Cox

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Copyright © 2015 Carrie Cox

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author.

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STEEL
by Carrie Cox is an addictive new motorcycle club romance novella serial perfect for fans of Fifty Shades of Grey and readers of Nicole Snow.
 

Once you’ve had your first bad boy biker, there’s no going back…

Ella Anderson had no idea what she was getting herself into when she gave into temptation and agreed to a one night stand with hot, tattooed biker, Nick Steel.

She stumbled onto the Blackthorne Motorcycle Club’s darkest secret, and they are not prepared to let her go until they know their secret is safe.

She’s in serious danger of losing her heart, and if she’s not careful, her life.

(This romance contains steamy love scenes and lots of twists and turns.)
 

Excerpt:

Nick

The moment I saw her, I knew I needed to make her mine.
 

I’d noticed her as soon as she’d walked in. It was hard not to. A fresh-faced college kid with sinfully hot curves, she looked completely out of place in the biker bar, and I’d guessed she’d come down with some college friends to celebrate the end of the school year.
 

Las Vegas, party time.

She had a cute heart-shaped face and a body to die for. The red dress she wore clung to her curves in all the right places. It was cut low enough at the front to give a hint of cleavage and made me imagine unzipping her from that dress and releasing her lush, hot curves.

God, I wanted her, but I couldn’t have her, not tonight. I was supposed to be working. I tore my eyes away from the curvy temptress and scanned the rest of the bar. Other members of the Blackthorne Gang were set up in position, but we still had at least an hour until things were due to kick-off.

An hour… I turned my attention back to the gorgeous chick, sipping her margarita. I could get a lot done in an hour…

ebook categories
 

—> Romance Anthologies
 

—> Outlaw romance

—> Motorcycle Club romance
 

—> Alpha Male

GENRE: Contemporary Romance

Nick

The moment I saw her, I knew I needed to make her mine.
 

I’d noticed her as soon as she’d walked in. It was hard not to. A fresh-faced college kid with sinfully hot curves, she looked completely out of place in the biker bar, and I’d guessed she’d come down with some college friends to celebrate the end of the school year.
 

Las Vegas, party time.

She had a cute heart-shaped face and a body to die for. The red dress she wore clung to her curves in all the right places. It was cut low enough at the front to give a hint of cleavage and made me imagine unzipping her from that dress and releasing her lush, hot curves.

God, I wanted her, but I couldn’t have her, not tonight. I was supposed to be working. I tore my eyes away from the curvy temptress and scanned the rest of the bar. Other members of the Blackthorne Gang were set up in position, but we still had at least an hour until things were due to kick-off.

An hour… I turned my attention back to the gorgeous chick, sipping her margarita. I could get a lot done in an hour.

I was about to head over and make my move when I felt a hand on my arm. That showed exactly how distracted I was. Tonight was the one night I should be keeping my guard up and know exactly when anyone was approaching me.

I turned sharply to see a slim brunette standing beside me. She flinched and took a step back at my angry glare. She swallowed hard, and then she seemed to recover herself, adjusting the straps on her dress and making sure I got an eyeful of her cleavage. She wasn’t my type, too toned and muscular for my liking. Her hair was carefully curled with not a lock out of place. Too high maintenance.

She’d probably spent at least an hour on her make up tonight.

“Hi, there,” she said. “My name is Clarissa and I wondered if you would like to buy me a drink.”

I barely looked at her. “Sorry, I’m spoken for.”

But when I turned back to claim my prize, my curvy Margarita girl had disappeared.

I threw down some cash to tip the waiter who’d been serving me and scanned the bar.
Where the hell had she gone?

From across the room, I caught a glimpse of my cute temptress at the bar placing another order.

Obviously waitress service was too slow for her. She was definitely in Vegas to party.

I checked the time. Everything was still on schedule, so I drained the rest of my beer and headed towards her.

As she picked up her drinks, she turned towards me, and as she looked up I felt my breath catch in my throat. She really was beautiful. At that moment she caught me looking at her, and her eyes widened before she quickly turned away. Her cheeks flushed.

Damn. She was hot.

Before I could get any closer, a heavily-muscled guy on her left staggered back, knocking the drinks and spilling the contents all over her.

He was a biker. I could see that much from the branding on some of his tattoos. He turned to face her with a leer.

“Here let me help you,” he said, and pretended to brush the drink from her dress, while really just taking the opportunity to cop a feel.

“Hey,” she said, trying to push him away, but her hands were full as she was still holding the half-empty glasses. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, trying to step out of his reach. But the biker had clearly enjoyed his first touch and was determined to get more.

Ella

I was sure the asshole was enjoying it. As he pretended to dab at my dress with a napkin, his fingers skimmed over my nipples.

“Cut it out,” I said, slamming the glasses back on the bar and pulling away from him.

People were staring at us now, and the leer on the guy’s face had changed into a nasty smirk.

Coming to this bar had been a bad idea. I’d come with my friend Claire. It was just the two of us now at the end of a week of Las Vegas partying. Tonight was our last blowout night and Claire had wanted to do something outrageous, something different.
 

So we’d left the hotel and headed to this bar, called Wheels, that was on the outskirts of the strip. Clare had said it would be an adventure, and I’d enjoyed it so far. The music was hard rock, the bar was buzzing and I’d been enjoying my margaritas. The drinks were much cheaper than our hotel too. But now I thought we might have bitten off more than we could chew.

The big bulky biker stared down at me as if he wanted to gobble me up.

As he reached out to grab me again, I suddenly realized we had company.

My eyes widened. It was the guy I’d seen earlier. Claire had nudged me and told me he was checking me out, but I didn’t believe her. Men like him didn’t check out girls like me. He was beyond hot and looked even better close up. He had a strong jaw, piercing blue eyes and chiseled cheekbones. The trace of stubble lining his jaw made me want to reach up and touch his face.

“Leave the lady alone.”
 

He practically growled the words, and I shivered in response. He had a low, deliciously sexy voice.

I couldn’t believe it this guy who looked like he had just stepped off the cover of some magazine had come to my rescue to be my white knight. It was like something out of a movie.

“It ain’t any of your business,” the brutish guy said as he slowly turned to face my rescuer.

But the glare he received in return was enough to make him back down. The beautiful stranger wasn’t any bigger than him, but he had an air about him, something dangerous. There was a definite threat beneath his words.

“It was just an accident,” the guy muttered and headed off, weaving through the group of people gathered by the bar.

I stared up at the gorgeous man who had rescued me. I’d always had a tendency to romanticize things and this was no exception. I chewed down on my lower lip. I had to get a grip. He was just a nice guy, that was all. It wasn’t as if he was hitting on me.

“Are you okay?” he asked me.

I nodded. I couldn’t speak. Now that I could see him up close, I could see how gorgeous he was. He wore a T-shirt that fitted his torso like a second skin, showing his lean toned body and his broad shoulders. He was tall, over six foot, and well built. From what I could see from his arms, he definitely worked out, and I found myself imagining what the rest of his body looked like.

Jeez. I had to get a hold of myself.

He reached up and put a finger under my chin, tilting my head to make me look at him. He had large hands and long fingers, and as I imagined what I would like him to do to me with those long fingers, I felt a rush of heat sizzle through my body.

“Can I get you another drink?”

“Um. I should really buy you a drink,” I said. “I mean for rescuing me. I appreciate it by the way. It’s a good job you came along when you did. I hate to think what might have happened. I’m here with my friend, Claire. We haven’t been here before and thought it might be a nice change…”

Oh for goodness sake why was I babbling like a mad person? It was something I did when I was nervous, and this gorgeous stranger made me
very
nervous.

The corner of his mouth lifted up in a smile and then he said, “I’ll buy the drinks. Margarita?”

I nodded. I’d been drinking margaritas all night and developed quite a taste for them.

I stood beside him as he placed an order with a cocktail waitress and took the opportunity to study him.

His arms were covered with tattoos. Was he a biker too? He definitely looked like one. I briefly indulged in a fantasy that he would wrap those tattooed arms around me. I wondered what it would be like to have a one night stand with a bad boy biker. It would be totally out of character for me. The last time I had had sex was eighteen months ago, and that had been with a guy in my dorm who was studying law. It hadn’t exactly rocked my world, but I had a feeling that this guy would be a hell of a lot better in bed than Jeremy.

As he reached for the drinks, I noticed he had a tattoo of a blade and a snake on his muscular forearm. I imagined kissing that tattoo and running my mouth along his skin.

“Your drink,” he said in that same low, sexy voice.

I glanced upwards and blushed, knowing full well that he had caught me checking him out. He had a smirk on his face.
 

I was feeling lightheaded, and I didn’t know whether that was the margaritas I’d had earlier or the fact I was standing so close to this gorgeous guy.

I reached for my drink and took a nervous gulp. “Thanks,” I said. “My friend is around here somewhere.” I looked around over my shoulder, but I couldn’t see Claire. Maybe she’d gone to the ladies room.

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me with a hot, intense gaze that made my body tingle.

Christ, how was it with just that one look he could turn me on more than Jeremy had during a whole night in bed?

Could I flirt with him? Would I just embarrass myself?