by Nicole Fox
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty – One Year Later
This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.
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Contents
Rip’s Baby: Hounds of Hades MC
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Epilogue
(GIFT #1) Bad Boy’s Toy: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue I
Epilogue II
(GIFT #2) AFFLICTED: A Dark Bad Boy Romance
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty – One Year Later
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Rip’s Baby: Hounds of Hades MC
By Nicole Fox
Rip won’t rest until he puts a baby in my belly.
Rip Harris is just like the rest of the Hounds of Hades MC – loud, obnoxious, and always looking to get laid.
And just my luck – he’s now going to be working in my dad’s auto shop.
He might be sexy as hell, but if I truly want to break free of this town, I need to stay far away from him.
But when a star professor tries to force himself on me, there’s only one place to turn for help.
Too bad the price of Rip’s protection is my mind, my body… and my womb.
All I ever wanted was to get the hell out of this podunk town.
It’s a dusty backwater filled with boozy bikers and washed-up losers.
I’ve got bigger dreams.
And when I land a prized scholarship t
o study design at university, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Attracting the attention of the department’s preeminent professor seems like the cherry on top of a too-good-to-be-true ice cream sundae.
Turns out that’s exactly what it is.
Professor Ellsmith didn’t pick me out of the crowd because I was talented.
He picked me because he wanted to shove his filthy old hands between my legs.
And he threatens to derail my budding career if I say no.
I’m caught in the worst possible position.
Do I let this predator take advantage of me?
Or do I give up on my dreams?
I need help.
Rip seems like the last person in the world I want to owe a favor, but it’s not like I have a lot of choices.
There’s just one problem:
His services don’t come for free.
And if Rip is going to solve my professor problem, his demands are steep.
He wants to strip me, own me all night long…
…and use me to carry his baby.
Chapter One
Jessi
I looked around the old shop, smiling sadly to myself. Gosh, I had basically grown up here, playing hide-and-seek when I was a kid, and helping my father out with various things once I got older. Greyhound Custom Motorcycles was one of the most successful chop shops in the state for as long as I could remember, and I always took pride in my father's ability to transform even the most boring, basic machine into something beautiful that practically purred as it raced down the highway.
Everything was going to change soon, though, and I wasn't sure how to break that news to my father.
Again, I fingered the letter that I had folded carefully into the pocket of my overalls. I honestly hadn't expected a school to accept me—not with my lack of formal design experience and my utter lack of engineering experience. I was good at math, but there was a lot more to automotive engineering than that.
Once I started attending classes (in just over a month, I reminded myself), I wasn't going to have much time to work around the shop—at least, not like I normally did.
The thing was, I didn't really think Dad would be supportive of any of it. I mean, he'd been harping on me for a few years now to go back to school and get a university education, but I'd hung around the shop, trying to figure out what exactly I wanted to do with my life. He and I had never really seen eye to eye on that. I'd known for a while now that I would be perfectly happy designing bikes for the rest of my life. He wanted me to go into something ...a little more traditional. Given how good I was at math, he'd been pushing me toward computer engineering for a while now.
Besides, I didn't really know how we were going to afford any of it. For all that he'd been pushing for me to go to university, the shop just didn't turn enough of a profit for that to really be a possibility. I'd been doing a little work over at a coffee shop on the side, but even with that money and the salary that my father was able to pay me, it wouldn't be enough to pay for one year at school, let alone more than that, unless he was able to net some really big projects.
But I wanted to do this. If nothing else, I wanted Dad to trust me a little more around the shop. With all the time that I'd put in there over the years, I felt like I could be doing more—maybe doing some of my own designs or … well, just something. Instead, he had me doing the same things that I'd already done hundreds of times before—mostly paint jobs.. All of it based on his own ideas, and he gave me very clear instructions about what he wanted.
Maybe if I had a degree in automotive engineering, he would treat me more like a partner of sorts and turn over some of the business to me so that I could finally try my hand at bringing some of my own ideas to life.
I swallowed hard and knocked on the door to my dad's office—a formality that I didn't usually practice. So he knew before I even entered that something was up.
“What's wrong?” he asked the moment I entered.
I tried a smile, knowing I must look as nervous as I felt. “Nothing's wrong,” I told him. “Just-”
Before I could finish what I was saying, the door to the shop flew open and Rip Harris strolled in as though he owned the place, full of attitude. I recognized him because he'd been in there quite a few times in the past. The local motorcycle club, the Hounds of Hades, were some of my dad's best customers.
I felt a shudder travel up my spine at the sight of Rip. The bad-boy motorcycle guy was definitely way off limits for me, but I had eyes, and I knew that the man was sexy. With his tattoos spiraling up his muscular arms and that dark, floppy hair that fell into his piercing eyes … I bet he could get any girl in the city if he wanted to. Of course, Dad would freak out if he knew I was looking at Rip like that, even if there was no chance that Rip and I would ever do anything.
Rip seemed to know the effect that he had on me, though, and he always leered at me when he came in, winking at me when Dad wasn't looking. Of course, Dad wasn't oblivious, and this time, he hardly needed to look at Rip before he was turning to me, giving me a pointed look. “Why don't you go get to work inventorying the store room?” he asked me.
It was busy work, and we both knew that. But Rip wouldn't realize it. I rolled my eyes a little because I was a big girl now and he didn't need to protect me from Rip's looks, but I wasn't about to argue with him in front of one of his clients. So I bit my tongue and went off to the back room, giving one last glance toward Rip, who was currently eyeing my legs, making me feel a bit self-conscious even though I was fully covered by overalls.
I wanted to say something to him, but I felt suddenly shy. Instead, I just smiled a little, ducked my head, and went back into the back room.
I wondered what sort of project he might have brought Dad, and even without knowing the details, I started thinking through what our work schedule would have to be like over the coming weeks. It had been a while since the Hounds of Hades had been into the shop, so it really could be anything—just a little tune-up, or possibly some big project. I just didn't know, and I wouldn't know until Rip was out of there and Dad came to give me the run-down. But either way, we were going to be pushing things. We already had quite a bit on our plates at the moment, and with college starting up soon …
I kind of wished I'd had a chance to talk to Dad before Rip had shown up. I really hoped he wasn't about to agree to more than he'd be able to handle on his own, if I was off in classes. And I didn't think he'd be on board with my idea to hire someone else to cover my shifts during the week while I was at university; he was keen on keeping this in the family, and there would be that question of money again. We couldn't really afford to divert any of the money from the shop to someone else, unfortunately.
I frowned and shook my head, grabbing a clipboard and beginning to do inventory. It didn't really need to be done, but I liked to keep myself busy while I was there at the shop, and if I was banished from the actual floor of the shop until Rip left, I might as well make myself useful. Maybe there were some organizational projects that I could tackle as well …
I flicked on the radio and hummed along to myself, reflecting not for the first time about how lucky I was to have grown up into a business that I was truly passionate about.
Chapter Two
Jessi
I could feel Dad's eyes on me from the doorway, but he waited patiently for me to finish counting out some of the merchandise before he spoke. “So that was an interesting visit,” he told me, coming in to sit on one of the stools. He was drumming his fingers on his knee, which I knew meant he was thinking hard about something.
It was a big project, then. Or at least an interesting one. I was intrigued.
“What did Rip want?” I asked.
“He actually came on behalf of his boss,” Dad said. “It's J.T. who wants something done this time—but I guess I should thank my lucky stars that he's too busy to personally pay me a visit!”
I made a noise of agreement, hopping up o
n one of the stools next to Dad, facing him. I'd never actually met J.T.—normally when he needed something, he sent Rip. He'd popped by a few times, though, and I knew he made Dad nervous. I supposed the guy must have an impatient, angry streak if he was able to run one of the most successful biker gangs in the area. And Dad had never really been the tough guy, for all his love of bikes.
“It's actually a really big commission,” Dad went on. “Apparently J.T. wants an entirely new bike—and he's left the full design of it up to me, pretty much.” He shook his head, looking amazed. “I mean, I know the guy is loaded, but I can't even imagine …”
I grimaced a little, thinking of just what type of trade that sort of money was probably coming from. But then again, that could be my ticket to college right there …
“That's incredible,” I told Dad, shaking my head as well. “I could help you with the design of it. I have some ideas that-”
“No,” Dad interrupted, shaking his head with a frown on his face. “Look, Jessi—I wouldn't think that I needed to tell you how important this project is. This is a big deal. I mean, we already have the Hounds of Hades as some of our major business, but a custom design like this could really launch us, especially because J.T. wants it ready for this big Fourth of July meet-up this summer. If everyone sees him riding a bike that I built ...”
“Dad, I get that,” I said patiently. “But I've got some great designs. I'm not saying that you would have to let me take over the project or anything like that—not even close. We could work together on it, though. You could help me with one of my ideas, help me see any flaws in it, and teach me how to fix them. Or-”
“Absolutely not.” Dad was shaking his head, his face looking stormy. It was very rare that I actually saw him upset, but when he got frustrated with me … “Jessi, this project needs to be perfect. We need to hit all the deadlines, and we need to turn around our best work yet. You're just going to have to trust me on this one.”