Bullet by Nikki Sparxx

Title: Bullet

Series: Suicide Kings MC

Author: Nikki Sparxx

Genre: Contemporary MC Romance

Release Date: February 18, 2020 
Cover Design: Melissa Gill

When Dixyn Knox left her home with dreams of seeing her name in lights in LA, she never thought she'd go back. Wanting to get away from the motorcycle club life she'd been born into, she left without a backward glance. But four years later, after failing to make a name for herself and getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, her grandfather passes away, and she decides to return to her roots. What she doesn't expect is to get involved with Ford Lawson, her father's biggest rival and president of the Suicide Kings MC. 

Sixteen years older, he is everything Dixyn swore she didn't want; outlaw biker, cocky as hell, with a way of getting under her skin. He pushes all her buttons, but for some reason, she can't get enough of him. They both know what they're doing is wrong, but neither are able to stop, caught up in the rush of their forbidden romance.

But when Dixyn's troubled past catches up to her, their relationship is the least of their worries.

“Well, I'll be damned,” a deep, rough voice sounded next to me.

I turned and stiffened. The person in front of me was not who I expected to see.

My dad's biggest rival—Ford Lawson.

He smirked. The small gesture made heat coil in my abdomen. “You lost, kitten? This bar, here, ain't your territory.”

I arched a brow. “My territory?”

He took a seat in the barstool next to mine, then swiveled to face me. “Yeah. This bar is Suicide King territory. No Forsaken welcome.”

I rolled my eyes. “I'm not Forsaken.”

“Your daddy is. That makes you guilty by association.”

I took a sip of my drink, annoyed by the conversation. “Look, I don't give a shit about your club politics.” Locking eyes with him, I continued, “I didn't know this was your bar; I don't care that this is your bar. I've had a pretty shitty week with my grandpa dying and all, and I just needed a drink. So if you could just leave me alone, that would be fucking great.”

He held my gaze for several seconds, amusement playing in his eyes before he extended a hand to me. “Ford Lawson.”

I eyed him before shaking his hand. “I know who you are.”

He cocked a brow, an amused smile lifting his lips. “Oh, do you now?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was wearing a fitted black muscle shirt under his cut. He had several patches; one read “President” and another read “Bullet.” Their logo, the suicide king from a deck of cards with motorcycle wheels behind it, sat on the opposite side. “Yeah. My brother already warned me about you.”

He crossed his broad, tattooed arms over his chest with a chuckle. “They'd be pretty pissed if they found out you were here.”

I shrugged, taking another sip of my drink. “I'm a grown woman. I don't answer to them.”

“Well, I won't tell if you won't.”

I didn't miss the hidden innuendo in his words. A thrill rushed through me at the thought of Ford being a dirty little secret.

That was a bad idea; a very, very bad idea.

I downed the rest of my drink, then got up. “Sorry for the intrusion.”

As I turned to leave, Ford grabbed my arm. “Wait.”

I tried to pull away, my defenses kicking in, but his grip was firm. “Let me go,” I seethed, both angry and turned on at the same time. Thoughts of his rough hands running all over my body flashed in my mind.

“Didn't mean to overstep.” He let go of my arm. “Let me buy you a drink to make up for my lack of manners.”

“That's not necessary. Let's just forget this ever happened.”

I turned to leave again, and he called out after me. “Aw, c'mon, kitten, don't you want a little taste of the forbidden? I know I do.”

That stopped me in my tracks. Still, I didn't turn around, knowing how disastrous the idea was.

“Plus, it would piss your daddy off.”

I couldn't help but smile.

I exhaled a weighted breath as I turned back around. That sexy smirk curved his lips, making my sex clench. I hadn't been fucked properly in months. Matteo took two seconds to get off and left me unsatisfied.

“Fine, but if you start any shit with my family, you will regret it.”

He held his hands up in surrender, an amused smirk on his lips. “Ooh, the kitten has claws. Is that a threat?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

He laughed. “Let's have a drink,” he suggested, gesturing to my vacated barstool next to him. “Whatever you want is on me.”

That definitely was a bad idea. But I didn't want to go home yet, and something about Ford drew me in. His roguish smile and intense eyes did things to my insides that I'd never felt before. He was forbidden, off-limits, and that made me want him even more.

One drink couldn't hurt. Right?

“Control” by Puddle of Mudd

“Addicted” by Saving Abel

“Father Figure” by George Michael

“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails

“Move That Dope” by Future, Pharrel Williams, Pusha T

“Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails

“All Around Me” by Flyleaf

“Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd

“Sail” by AWOLNATION

“Miserable” by Lit

“Scars” by Papa Roach

“Through the Glass” by Stone Sour

“Low Life” by Future ft. The Weeknd

“Rebel Yell” by Billy Idol

“Beast-Southpaw Remix” by Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard

“Brain Stew” by Green Day

“Sabotage” by Beastie Boys

“Heartless” by The Weeknd

Lover of angst, drama, and happily ever afters, Nikki Sparxx is the bestselling author of The Scars Series. When she's not writing, Nikki enjoys reading, binging Netflix, and spending time with her diva chihuahua and two crazy Frenchies.

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