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    Buying my Angel: Wild Aces MC, #2
    Buying my Angel: Wild Aces MC, #2
    Buying my Angel: Wild Aces MC, #2
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    Buying my Angel: Wild Aces MC, #2

    By Zoey Parker

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    This is book 2 of the Wild Aces MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

    I bought her untouched. But she won't stay that way for long.

    Allison was exactly what I wanted.

    A pure bride…

    Mine for the right price.

    She thought this was all a sick prank.

    But a bad boy biker like me never jokes.

    I'm deadly serious.

    She's going to be my woman.

    My wife.

    And soon…

    The mother of my babies.

    She's too innocent for me. But that won't stop me from taking her.

    ***

    Drop everything you're doing and get BUYING MY ANGEL right this second. Do you love secret baby romance with fake weddings and a marriage that was never meant to be? Then start reading BUYING MY ANGEL! This alpha male biker bad boy should've kept his hands off Allison. But he couldn't resist buying her, and now their worlds are colliding in unexpected ways in this new adult contemporary romance from bestselling motorcycle club romance author Zoey Parker!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSopris Page Press
    Release dateOct 15, 2019
    ISBN9781393650744
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      Buying my Angel - Zoey Parker

      Buying My Angel: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Wild Aces MC Book 2)

      By Zoey Parker

      I bought her untouched. But she won’t stay that way for long.

      ALLISON WAS EXACTLY what I wanted.

      A pure bride...

      Mine for the right price.

      She thought this was all a sick prank.

      But a bad boy biker like me never jokes.

      I’m deadly serious.

      She’s going to be my woman.

      My wife.

      And soon...

      The mother of my babies.

      She’s too innocent for me. But that won’t stop me from taking her.

      DROP EVERYTHING YOU’RE doing and get BUYING MY BRIDE right this second. Do you love secret baby romance with fake weddings and a marriage that was never meant to be? Then start reading BUYING MY BRIDE! This alpha male biker bad boy should’ve kept his hands off Allison. But he couldn’t resist buying her, and now their worlds are colliding in unexpected ways in this new adult contemporary romance from bestselling motorcycle club romance author Zoey Parker!

      Chapter 1

      Jules

      Ihad all but convinced myself that it didn’t matter. Whatever reasons she had for being here just weren’t that important. Maybe she wanted to move or buy a new car or go on a trip around the world. She didn’t look like she had a drug problem and she clearly wasn’t an alcoholic, but maybe a gambling addiction? Not something I needed in my life, but for a business arrangement like this, not really a concern.

      Since laying eyes on her, I’d been trying to believe that I didn’t need to know her motivations – but now I was sure I did.

      From the moment I started talking about commands and obedience and control, I had figured she would show some sort of fear. That was only natural for newbies, especially virgins. But she didn’t show a shred of it. No hints of it in her eyes or her posture. She remained nervous the entire time, but that wasn’t the same as fear.

      But now that we were talking about her not getting her money should she leave, that fear finally blossomed. Which told me two things.

      She was desperate for money.

      And she’d do anything to get it.

      The first was normal, the second was dangerous. Dangerous because in a Dom/sub relationship, both parties had to trust in the safe word. They had to believe it worked. That meant that the sub had to believe a Dom would stop immediately should the sub ask it of him, but it also meant that the Dom trusted that the sub would use that safe word if things were going too far. But if Allison was desperate enough to do anything, then she might ignore her own safety to ensure that she got paid.

      And that was unacceptable. It quickly became the reason I needed to know her motivations.

      She didn’t look at me as I asked. Allison, I think it’s important for me to know: Why are you here?

      Instead, she stared at her drink, chasing the condensation down the sides of her glass with her fingertips. She looked for a moment like she wasn’t going to answer me, and I decided right then and there that if she didn’t, this was over. I would be done. I couldn’t risk the consequences of being with a woman whom I couldn’t trust, not in a situation like this. If it were just about the sex, I wouldn’t be concerned. But this wasn’t just about lying on her back and letting me pop her cherry. This was about giving and obeying commands. And that meant trust.

      Just when I was about to tell her that I would walk her out, my cock fighting it every second, she opened her mouth and spoke.

      Her voice was small and timid, but she answered. I have a little sister. Her name is Bree. She’s only sixteen years old.

      I remembered that she’d mentioned a sister earlier and looking back on it, I wondered if maybe she’d avoided the subject deliberately.

      When she was twelve, our parents died. I was only nineteen, but I was also her only living relative. No grandparents, no aunts or uncles. Just us. So, the courts granted me custody, because they figured it was better to let a nineteen-year-old raise a kid than put her in the system. They were probably right, but it didn’t feel that way.

      She took a deep breath and let it out in a long whoosh, her shoulders caving in on her body as she continued her story. "It was hard. I had to drop out of school – I still haven’t gone back. I got a job at a diner where I still work. We fought a lot, because she was just a kid and I was just a kid, too. But things started to smooth out. We were getting better and I thought that this was it. We were going to make it. Everything was going to be alright."

      Finally, she looked up at me. Her eyes were even bigger than usual, huge and brown, and beautiful. Soulful.

      Then she got sick. I took her to the hospital and that was where they found out she had a defective heart.

      A defective heart? Jesus Christ.

      I felt sadness wash over me, empathy for her pain. I understood how terrible it was to watch someone go to the hospital, to know that something serious was wrong, and to be completely helpless. My mother had cancer, and I didn’t have the money to pay those bills. It was the tattoo contest that had ultimately given me the money to do it. It was the reason I entered every year, but what if there was no contest? No luck floating your way. Nothing. Just a low-paying job that wouldn’t even keep your head above water.

      She’s been in and out of the hospital since then. We got her on the list for a new heart, but that’s one of the hard ones. Between finding one that’s still in good shape and one that matches, we thought it was hopeless. But they did find a match. Our prayers were answered.

      She winced, looking every bit like none of her prayers were being answered – or they were being answered in a way that was only to mock her.

      So long as you could pay for it, right?

      She nodded. She needs it now, but it costs more money than I can even dream of. Between the visits she’s already had and basic things like rent, I’m so far in the hole, I don’t know if I can ever crawl out.

      I let out a sigh. This was bad.

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