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  Baby Daddy Bad Boys: Dark & Dirty (Steamy Romance Box Set)

  Harper Riley

  Published by Harper Riley, 2018.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  BABY DADDY BAD BOYS: DARK & DIRTY (STEAMY ROMANCE BOX SET)

  First edition. October 16, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 Harper Riley.

  Written by Harper Riley.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Baby Daddy Bad Boys: Dark & Dirty

  Bundle Copyright Information

  Baby Mine

  Chapter 1 - Sunday

  Chapter 2 - Bear

  Chapter 3 - Sunday

  Chapter 4 - Bear

  Chapter 5 - Sunday

  Chapter 6 - Bear

  Chapter 7 - Sunday

  Chapter 8 - Bear

  Chapter 9 - Sunday

  Chapter 10 - Bear

  Chapter 11 - Sunday

  Chapter 12 - Bear

  Chapter 13 - Sunday

  Chapter 14 - Bear

  Chapter 15 - Sunday

  Chapter 16 - Bear

  Chapter 17 - Sunday

  Hard Kisses

  Chapter 1 - Torrie

  Chapter 2 - Gavin

  Chapter 3 - Torrie

  Chapter 4 - Gavin

  Chapter 5 - Gavin

  Chapter 6 - Torrie

  Chapter 7 - Gavin

  Chapter 8 - Torrie

  Chapter 9 - Gavin

  Chapter 10 - Torrie

  Chapter 11 - Gavin

  Chapter 12 - Torrie

  Chapter 13 - Gavin

  Chapter 14 - Torrie

  Chapter 15 - Gavin

  Chapter 16 - Torrie

  Chapter 17 - Gavin

  Chapter 18 - Torrie

  Chapter 19 - Gavin

  Chapter 20 - Torrie

  Chapter 21 - Gavin

  Chapter 22 - Torrie

  Chapter 23 - Gavin

  Chapter 24 - Torrie

  Chapter 25 - Gavin

  Chapter 26 - Torrie

  Chapter 27 - Gavin

  Chapter 28 - Torrie

  Chapter 29 - Gavin

  Chapter 30 - Torrie

  Chapter 31 - Gavin

  Chapter 32 - Torrie

  Chapter 33 - Gavin

  Chapter 34 - Torrie

  Chapter 35 - Gavin

  Chapter 36 - Torrie

  Chapter 37 – Torrie

  Chapter 38 - Gavin

  Chapter 39 - Torrie

  Epilogue - Gavin

  No Limits

  Chapter 1 - Grisham

  Chapter 2 - Tanzie

  Chapter 3 - Grisham

  Chapter 4 - Tanzie

  Chapter 5 - Grisham

  Chapter 6 - Tanzie

  Chapter 7 - Tanzie

  Chapter 8 - Grisham

  Chapter 9 - Tanzie

  Chapter 10 - Grisham

  Chapter 11 - Tanzie

  Chapter 12 - Grisham

  Chapter 13 - Tanzie

  Chapter 14 - Grisham

  Chapter 15 - Tanzie

  Chapter 16 - Grisham

  Chapter 17 - Tanzie

  Chapter 18 - Grisham

  Chapter 19 - Tanzie

  Chapter 20 - Grisham

  Chapter 21 - Tanzie

  Chapter 22 - Grisham

  Chapter 23 - Tanzie

  Chapter 24 - Grisham

  Chapter 25 - Tanzie

  Chapter 26 - Grisham

  Chapter 27 - Tanzie

  Chapter 28 - Grisham

  Chapter 29 - Tanzie

  Chapter 30 - Grisham

  Chapter 31 - Tanzie

  Chapter 32 - Grisham

  Chapter 33 - Tanzie

  Chapter 34 - Grisham

  Chapter 35 - Tanzie

  Chapter 36 - Grisham

  Chapter 37 - Tanzie

  Chapter 38 - Grisham

  Chapter 39 - Tanzie

  Chapter 40 - Grisham

  Chapter 41 - Tanzie

  Chapter 42 - Grisham

  Chapter 43 - Tanzie

  Chapter 44 - Tanzie

  Baby Daddy Bad Boys: Dark & Dirty

  STEAMY ROMANCE BOX SET

  Baby Daddy Bad Boys: Dark & Dirty is a steamy romance box set featuring three full-length bad boy romance novels: Baby Mine, Hard Kisses, and No Limits.

  Follow three sexy couples as they overcome trials and hardships to find love, and family. These three alpha men fall harder than ever before for the three sexy, sassy, and gorgeous women they become obsessed with, want to hold and never let go, and start families with.

  These three novels are full-length, and end with a happy ending and no cliffhanger. Check out their individual blurbs below:

  BABY MINE

  She kept the baby a secret... But I found out.

  Now... now I want what’s mine: My Family.

  I made her my trophy. I conquered her. Over and over again.

  But then she left. And she took something...

  I can’t blame her. I ain’t a good man. I’ve done some terrible things.

  But when I learned she’d had a child... When I learned that it was my child.... Something changed.

  I wanted her back. No, I needed her back.

  And I knew I’d do anything to make her mine again.

  Never once did I dream of a family... picket fence, suburbia? What a crock.

  But now... now it’s all I want. I want my family back.

  I want to be a father to my child. A husband to my wife.

  I want to love her for the rest of my days. I want to make her scream in ecstasy every single night.

  And day. And afternoon.

  She’s not just the woman I love. He’s not just my baby boy.

  They’re my family. And I’m getting them back... if it’s the last thing I do.

  HARD KISSES

  I’m a bad man, all muscle, gristle, steel, and leather.

  I get what I want. And that’s why I got her. Torrie. She was just supposed to be a one night thing.

  I never expected her to take hold of my heart... and squeeze. I never expected her to look into my soul... and steal it.

  Women? They come and then I go... it’s a tidy arrangement that I like... and they don’t. I always knew I’d never get shackled down by a ring or a kid.

  But Torrie? She’s got me thinking about family. About my future. About... love. Not just loving her body, and every damn inch of it. But loving her for who she is. Strong, sassy... smarter than I’ll ever be.

  My queen... even if she doesn’t know it.

  There’s just one problem. She’s got secrets... and so have I. Our pasts... they intertwine... in a bad way.

  Maybe we’re not meant to be. Maybe we’re not fated. Maybe we were just meant to hook up and break up.

  But the thing is... I put my baby inside of her.

  So now I’m going to make sure she stays mine.

  Forever.

  NO LIMITS

  I'm a single dad with more than enough to worry about.

  The last thing I need is a girl like Tanzie Williams strapped to my bed.

  She's a mess, but damn if she isn't the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on.

  That, and she's the daughter of our rival's boss.

  I knew this was going to get messy.

  And I know it's going to get even messier.

  See, when I look at Tanzie, I don't just see the trouble she's going to bring when her father finds out.

  No, I see a glimpse into the future... our future.

  She's got enough sass to silence a dozen bikers.

  There's no taming this spitfire.

  Good. That's
just the way I like it.

  I'm not just any other man.

  When you're with me, there are no limits.

  It's going to get dark, and it's going to get dirty.

  And I'm going to make Tanzie mine.

  If her father has a problem with that, he can come calling.

  AUTHORS NOTE: THESE three romance books contain some dark romantic elements.

  Bundle Copyright Information

  All protagonist characters depicted in the books featured in this bundle are 18 years of age or older.

  Copyright 2018

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.

  THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

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  Baby Mine

  She kept the baby a secret... But I found out.

  Now... now I want what’s mine: My Family.

  I made her my trophy. I conquered her. Over and over again.

  But then she left. And she took something...

  I can’t blame her. I ain’t a good man. I’ve done some terrible things.

  But when I learned she’d had a child... When I learned that it was my child.... Something changed.

  I wanted her back. No, I needed her back.

  And I knew I’d do anything to make her mine again.

  Never once did I dream of a family... picket fence, suburbia? What a crock.

  But now... now it’s all I want. I want my family back.

  I want to be a father to my child. A husband to my wife.

  I want to love her for the rest of my days. I want to make her scream in ecstasy every single night.

  And day. And afternoon.

  She’s not just the woman I love. He’s not just my baby boy.

  They’re my family. And I’m getting them back... if it’s the last thing I do.

  Chapter 1 - Sunday

  “C’mon, Sunday girl! Come sit by us. Killer says it’s alright if we watch from here.”

  Slutty Mary pats the empty space on the rust red beach blanket next to her with the palm of her hand. She smiles at me, missing teeth and all, as she beckons, “You’re not gonna see anything from where you are.”

  She’s right. This spot is garbage. I only picked it because it’s where Ricco dropped me off. I figure if he wants to find me after the match, I better be where he left me. But after our lame and boring night together with him sighing heavily at the best parts of the movie and spitting tobacco on my apartment entrance, I really couldn’t care less if he ever finds me.

  Of course, as soon as I take the spot Mary offered me, she launches into an assault of questions about my time with Ricco.

  “I hear he’s real nice and treats his girls good. Leann was with him a few months ago, and he bought her all kinds of nice shit... like a necklace and some stuff for her kitchen. Real fancy, quality stuff.”

  Mary’s not that bright. Ricco didn’t buy Leann shit. He stole it off the back of some guy’s truck—or it’s one of those gifts he passes on from girl to girl. None of his old ladies ever stayed with him for long. He either grew tired of them and lost interest, or they saw right through his facade and realized how freaking boring the guy is. I’m glad I caught on at the end of date one. I didn’t have to put out or anything like most girls would have. Filthy Bastard MC rules only force us to spread for a guy on date two if he pays.

  Still, I’m not going to be rude to Mary. These girls are my family. They are the only ones who understand what it’s like to live this life. And we look out for one another, even though it’s pretty clear that most of us really, truly despise each other. I guess that’s what a real sister is supposed to be like. I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from mine in years.

  “Yeah,” I mutter as I play with a few of the grease covered rocks that dot the gravel ground of the underpass. “He was a nice guy. He’s not really my type though. I don’t think I’ll answer if he calls me again.”

  Larissa butts in the way she always does. “Oh, girl, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she says. She can’t help but be the gossip among us. She has to know everything and anything about our lives or else she’ll die or something. But sometimes it comes in handy to have a know-it-all in the group.

  My ears perk as I listen to her explain, “Ricco is Killer’s right hand. You can’t get closer to Killer unless you are screwing with Cobra. And that’s impossible.”

  Killer, the President of the Filth and Butcher, is like a trophy to most club girls. For one, he’s fine as hell for a guy in his early forties. He’s got that red-blonde beard and the curly hair with salt and pepper streaks that make him look as if he’s stepped off some Viking ship. At nearly six feet tall, he’s as imposing as one too. The first time I met him was on my 18th birthday. He was welcoming me into the club as club property. He even did my brand right on my shoulder—a small skull and axe that singed quickly into my skin. I was too distracted by the guy, the booze, and the excitement to even notice the pain.

  I learned quickly that Killer kept his inner circle small. Unlike the majority of the guys here, he only took one lover for a long period of time. That girl usually disappeared from our circle once he claimed her. I heard that he bound her to secrecy about what goes on in the background, so she kept out of day-to-day club life. Leann was his old lady for a while. We hadn’t seen her for months when we figured it out. She only appeared at socials and didn’t talk much when we begged for answers, but it was clear who she was staring down throughout the night.

  Besides his girl, Killer has a VP, a second-in-command, by the name of Cobra. They call him that because of his slight lisp and the long, dark snake tattoo that covers his spine and reaches up over his bald head so that between his ears appears a striking snake head. It gives him a look of someone chasing death, which I suppose with his job of managing club assets and running security, he is.

  Cobra is the one who arranged tonight’s fight with the Wilderkind MC. Like always, there’s some dispute about one of the Wilderkind crossing into Filthy Bastard territory to harass one of their business partners. Ricco mentioned it to me as he rudely interrupted the movie to read his text that announced the fight. I couldn’t have rolled my eyes harder hearing about it.

  It is pretty routine that these bouts happen. In fact, it was really messing with my schedule. Club events meant that the girls had to get dressed up to the nines. Missing one, with the exception of death or near-death illness, meant you’d be cut off from the small amount of money that trickles in from club revenues to the ladies. Hell, you might even lose the rent they paid. I can’t risk that. Outside Filthy Bastard headquarters, I have absolutely no place to go if I got cut off.

  So, I threw on this ridiculous black and blue (Filthy Bastard colors) bodycon dress that barely covers my tits or my ass and put on my heavy black eye makeup that feels as if my face weighs about a million pounds and marched my way to the overpass under the skyline bridge. The lights of Los Angeles shine brightly enough that I don’t need any more light to study the rest of the girls sitting cross-legged on the blankets. They all wear similar outfits like mine. They have to.

  “Are you even gonna tell us what Ricco is like, Sunday? You’re being all spacey
and shit.” Mary taps me on the shoulder, bringing me back to my place on the blanket. I shuffle uncomfortably. “You know what they are saying about you, right? They say you act too good for them. That’s why the younger guys aren’t going for you.”

  “I don’t want the younger guys,” I snap back. “If I’m going to be some guy’s property, he best be able to provide for me.”

  The girls around me who aren’t even trying to hide that they’re eavesdropping nod their heads knowingly at me. None of us want to mess with the riders who just have earned their spot as a Filthy Bastard. Those guys come and go. A true MC rider is a lifer and a rare find. The ones who hold on to some power, are put in control, or elected to serve a leadership role, get paid the big bucks.

  Even then, getting security from being an official old lady meant that your man had to claim you as his property, offer to take care of you, and stop seeing the rest of the girls in our club. Fat chance that it happens just like that when us ladies are out there on a platter to be picked and passed around. But for the girls like me, the only way to guarantee it is to have a guy’s baby. Then, club laws force him and the MC to provide for you and your kid no matter what.

  “Well then, what about Ricco? Wasn’t he good enough for you?” Mary asks again. She’s not going to let up until I give her an answer. Dammit.

  I think over my words before I say anything. Not only do I have an audience, but my audience also has ears and mouths. Those ears hear one thing, and the mouth says another—often to guys who can put me in danger with the club. If the boys were already saying that I am snobbish, dogging on Ricco could be a nail in my coffin.

  Instead of letting them have the truth, I put it as nicely as possible. “Ricco was friendly. We didn’t get very far. I don’t know if I’ll meet up with him again.” I pause for dramatic effect before adding, “Why, Mary? You want him?” She smiles as she sits up a bit straighter. Her long neck cranes towards the guys gathering around a fire pit in search of him. He’s not hard to spot. Ricco’s the only one wearing a leather jacket and navy blue bandana on an eighty-degree evening.