Made to Riot: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

It starts with a drink. It ends with a baby in my womb.

"One night only" is a slippery slope.
I fell hard for the biker – then he disappeared.
But he's back now, and this time, when he leaves…
He's dragging me with him – whether I like it or not.

ANYA

He showed up in my emergency room looking like the devil had worked him over with a tire iron.
But Bryce Johnson didn't want a nurse.

He wanted a gun, a car…
And a hostage.

And lucky for me, I was his first pick.

I'd always wanted out of this small town.
But I never thought my ticket to freedom would barge into my life like this.

A gorgeous biker with windswept hair and inky tattoos crawling over his muscular shoulders?
He might've looked like a dream.
But the outlaw f**ked like a nightmare.
Like an animal.
Like a brutal, savage beast.

I'd never been with a man like him before.
And after the first kiss, the first touch, the first night, I knew:
I'd never want another man again.

But landing in the biker's bed was just the start of this madness.
Now, I'm riding shotgun with a killer behind the wheel.
And there's no telling if I'll make it out alive.

BRYCE

Life for me as an outlaw biker has always been simple: take the job and get it done.
By any means necessary.

Some men were born to create chaos.
To burn things down.
To f**k sh!t up.
And God knows I'm one of them.

I've always managed to escape the mayhem alive.
But this time, I might've bitten off more than I can chew.
Even though I've done dirty things before, and there's no doubt in my mind I'll do them again.
And I thought I'd learned the hard way not to get distracted when there's a mission on my plate.

But the curvy nurse with the shining eyes is testing my focus.

She's a do-gooder, a saint in scrubs, a angel if ever there was one.
She deserves a white picket fence, a boring-a$$ husband, and a few obnoxious, giggling little kids.

But she ain't gonna get that with me.

Because my world is a hell of a lot different.
My world is mobs and MCs, suspense and submission, whiskey and women.
I drink fast and ride hard.
I f**k. I break. I hurt.

It sure as hell ain't for everyone.

So I did the fair thing:
I pointed my gun at her head and gave her a choice.
She can either run for cover.
Or she can get in the car with me, and see where the road takes her.

That's just the beginning of our story.
And I'll make a vow to you right now.
This will end only one way:
With my ring on her finger, my brand on her skin…
And my baby in her belly.