Fierce MC
Maggie Carpenter
USA Today Bestselling Author
He’s the kind of man she shouldn’t trust.
She’s the kind of woman he shouldn’t want.
Will love be their saving grace or tragic downfall?
Dakota King is a rough-riding bad boy who leads a tough biker club. When it appears he has a thief in his midst he needs the help of an outsider. He turns to the one person he truly trusts. A risk-taking investigative journalist he once dated.
The only woman he’s ever loved.
Though Portia Perry comes from money and lives in an upscale community, she misses the leather clad, Harley-riding hunk. The thrilling memory of his dark dominance still haunts her nights, and when he asks to meet up she can’t say no.
He’s only man she’s ever loved.
She believes being with him is impossible, but when unexpected circumstances throw them together, can she resist falling into his muscled arms and surrendering to his crushing kiss?
Conquering her is only one of his challenges. She’s a stubborn risk taker. Will he be able to keep her from life-threatening danger?
Publisher’s Note: Motorcycle MC is intended for adults and contains mature subject matter. It was previously published under the title, Rough Road.
Excerpt
The alley was dark.
Like the night.
And unpredictable.
Like the man she was meeting.
Dakota King.
A dark-haired Jax Teller, with smoldering brown eyes, a body that could stop a Mack truck, and a single raised eyebrow that could turn her knees to jelly.
The Harley-riding, tough-talking biker, who had made her insanely happy.
Then broke her heart.
Into a thousand excruciating pieces.
“What the hell am I doing here?” she muttered under her breath. “I must be out of my mind.” But she loved the adrenalin rush.
Though the street lamps provided a glimmer of light, it was her powerful flashlight beam that revealed two dumpsters and a few empty crates.
No Harley.
Sucking in a nervous breath, Portia Perry, an aspiring investigative journalist, moved slowly forward. Walk to the end and wait. The texted instruction flashed through her head. Though she found danger thrilling and very little fazed her, a frightening chill rippled down her spine. Her fingers tightened around the can of mace in her pocket.
“Hey there, sweetheart. What’s a classy dame like you doin’ in a shithole like this? Looks like I’m gonna have me some pussy tonight.”
Pausing her step and trying to control her panic, she rested her finger on the flashlight’s power button, then spun around and flashed the beam directly into the face of a grizzled, ugly man with missing teeth and long, stringy hair.
“Whatta ya tryin’ ta do, bitch?” he yelled, throwing his hand in front of his eyes. “Gimme that!”
He lunged at her, but pressing the button she pitched them into darkness and ducked away.
“I’m counting to three.”
As Dakota’s deep voice echoed through the alley, his leather-covered, powerful frame appeared from the shadows.
“If you’re not running by the time I finish,” he continued, striding past Portia, all six-foot-three inches of him towering over the vagrant, “you’ll lose whatever teeth you have left. One—two—”
The would-be assailant staggered backwards, then turned and scurried away.
“Jeez, Koda!” Portia exclaimed, turning her flashlight back on. “Why the hell did you want to meet me here? We could be sitting in a nice warm bar someplace.”
“You’re welcome!” he retorted, his voice tinged with sarcasm.
“Thank you? You want me to thank you? For what, exactly? If you hadn’t—”
“Asked you to come here,” he said, cutting her off, “that freak wouldn’t even know you’re alive.”
“Exactly.”
“You know I’d never let anything happen to you, and hey, it’s good to see you too.”
“Why the hell did you drag me to this godforsaken place? Can we please go somewhere civilized?”
“We both know I didn’t drag you anywhere. I asked you to come and you agreed.”
She let out a breath.
He was right.
She’d wanted to turn him down, but the thought of seeing him again had been a magnet impossible to resist.
“Are you taking me somewhere on your bike?”
“Come with me,” he replied, unexpectedly placing an arm around her shoulders.
She caught her breath.
His muscled body was tantalizingly, perilously close.
The sexy smell of his leather jacket tickled her nostrils.
Thrilling memories…
A hot lump burned her throat.
He would always own her heart.
That was a given.
But they’d never be together.
That was a given too.
She’d been unable to adapt to his life, just as he couldn’t fit into hers.
International and Amazon Best-Selling Author Maggie Carpenter, pens thrilling, romantic tales starring Rope Wrangling Cowboys, Motorcycle Bad Boys, Mafia Masters, Amorous Aliens, and Sexy Shifters. Regardless of love’s challenges, her books always end in a heart warming HEA. For her daily brain break, she heads off to a barn where she spends time with her beautiful, smart, dark bay mare, Miss Bonny.
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