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    Buying my Ink: Wild Aces MC, #3
    Buying my Ink: Wild Aces MC, #3
    Buying my Ink: Wild Aces MC, #3
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    Buying my Ink: Wild Aces MC, #3

    By Zoey Parker

    3.5/5

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    • Power Dynamics

    • Romance

    • Family

    • Relationships

    • Betrayal

    • Forbidden Love

    • Alpha Male

    • Strong Female Lead

    • Love Triangle

    • Enemies to Lovers

    • Secret Relationship

    • Opposites Attract

    • Second Chance Romance

    • Secret Baby

    • Rich Man/poor Woman

    • Love

    • Bad Boy

    • Bdsm Relationship

    • Trust

    • Personal Growth

    About this ebook

    This is book 3 and the finale of the Wild Aces MC series!

    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 INK 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 INK! 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
    ISBN9781393613824
    Buying my Ink: Wild Aces MC, #3

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    Buying my Ink - Zoey Parker

    Buying My Ink: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Wild Aces MC Book 3)

    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

    Allison

    Iwent to the kitchen to start on lunch. Part of me was sort of grateful to be outside the sphere of Jules. Sitting that long, silently and with my legs pulled up beneath me like that, was hard. It made me stiff and I was already sore, so any excuse to get up was a good one. And I thought maybe if I had a minute away from Jules, I might be able to think clearly. Being around him was like being caught up in the sun’s gravitational pull. It was bright, warm, and unyielding. You would revolve around him. You would follow his rules. There was no question or escape or anything else.

    Just Jules.

    And while my body indulged in him like a drug, I had to remind myself about the logistics of things. Like, this was only a weekend. He was paying to use me like a sex slave. And a housewife, I thought as I began to make him a sandwich, laughing a little at the stereotypical role.

    Despite the insane amount of pleasure he’d given me in such a short amount of time, I had to remember why I was doing this.

    Bree, I said out loud as I began to slice up the tomatoes.

    Thinking of her brought a pain to my chest. I hadn’t talked to my sister since leaving my apartment the other day. To some people, maybe that wasn’t so big of a deal. They probably went weeks, even months without speaking to their siblings or family members, but it was different for me. Bree was stuck in a hospital with a failing heart. And she didn’t have any other family. While I was sure that Christel would be a good friend and visit her when she got off work, it just wasn’t the same.

    I needed to talk to my sister. To make her feel better – and to buy myself some peace of mind. I knew how touch and go things were right now. Getting her that transplant was the only thing that would save her life, but even though I promised the doctor’s the funds, they wouldn’t start until I got them the money.

    Bastards, I thought angrily. I slathered mustard on the sandwich, realizing that I wasn’t sure if he was a mustard or mayo sort of guy. I felt a spark of anxiety at the thought of getting it wrong, but forced myself to shrug it off. He wasn’t going to kick me out over using the wrong condiment.

    But he might punish me.

    I shivered at the thought, though it wasn’t from fear. It was from excitement. I had enjoyed the spanking and I couldn’t help but think that maybe I’d enjoy some of his other punishments, too. Not that I was interested in pushing things in that direction just yet.

    I was still in that precarious position of him being able to send me home at any time. I needed to stay, so I would be a good little girl. No matter what he asked of me.

    Using what was in the fridge, I finished up the sandwich. I looked around and found some carrot sticks, celery, and other heathy sides. I set them out alternatingly on the plate around the sandwich, taking time to make it look pretty and artsy. It was one of those pointless things – really, he was going to eat the damn things – but I thought going above and beyond might help me out so I put in the extra effort.

    I dug around in the fridge for something to go with it. Despite being a tattoo artist and a biker, he didn’t have a lot of junk in his fridge. There was a six pack of beer, the more expensive stuff, and that was about it in the way of unhealthy. The rest was two percent milk, organic cheeses, fresh veggies and fruits, lean cut meats, and free range eggs. The guy seemed not only conscientious about his body, but the environment, too.

    I knew it. Health freak, I murmured.

    There was some juice that looked like some berry mix in there that I thought wouldn’t taste terrible with the meal, so I pulled it out. I poured it and was about to set it all on a tray to take to him when I remembered the other part of his commands.

    Bring both of us lunch.

    Shit, I cursed. I hadn’t made anything for myself.

    My stomach rumbled then and I realized how stupid that was. I was starving after everything that had happened today and yesterday, it was a wonder I hadn’t started eating as soon as I entered the kitchen.

    Of course, being as broke as I was, I was pretty used to not eating a lot anymore.

    Not anymore, I promised myself. After this, I’m buying good food to put in the house. Real food. No more Mac ‘n Cheese from the blue box. I’m talking the homemade stuff with real cheese.

    I laughed a little to myself, then hurriedly made a second sandwich. I set it up just like the other, then squished the two plates onto the same tray, arranging it just like I would at the diner. It was nice to know I’d learned something useful there.

    After pouring myself some water instead of the juice, I carefully walked the tray back toward the dining room.

    I walked quickly, but carefully. I’d been gone awhile already and didn’t want to get into trouble for being late. Not that he’d given me a set time or anything, but still... As I headed toward the dining room, I thought of Bree again. I desperately wanted to call her, but would that get me in trouble?

    I wasn’t sure. There were so many rules and I wasn’t sure which ones I was breaking until I was already in the midst of breaking them.

    But surely he’d let me speak to my sick sister, I thought.

    I was halfway to resolved about asking him if I could call her, when I reached the dining room. The table was big by my standards, enough to sit eight people if you put a person on either end, too. There was a small centerpiece with fresh flowers in it. Just enough to break the monotony of the table, but not so much that it was distracting or busy. At the far end of the table – the head of it, I realized – was Jules. He was leaning to the side, resting his chin on his fist, his eyes instantly finding me as I entered. They were striking, blue, and deep as the ocean. His blonde hair was combed now, though it was still thick and wavy and ready to be mussed up all over again. At some point, he’d found a shirt, much to my disappointment. But at least it was tight, stretched taut over those well-defined muscles.

    My body began to respond to him as soon as I entered, not caring that he was like a master and me a slave. In fact, that might have been half the appeal, though I wasn’t positive. Yet.

    I forced myself to drop my eyes, because there was challenge lurking in his gaze and I wasn’t up for it. Aware of my nakedness, my full hanging breasts and pert nipples, my swaying hips and perky rear, I moved carefully to where he sat. Balancing the tray on one arm like I would at the diner, I grabbed the plate I’d carefully made up for him and set it down in front of him. Then I put the glass of juice at its corner. Next, I set down my own plate and the glass of water.

    Then I waited.

    He inspected the meal slowly. I found myself holding my breath in anticipation, waiting to see if he would approve, hoping he would. Finally, he looked up at me and smiled. I felt his large hand at my rear, cupping my cheek as he said, This looks good. You’ve done a good job, pet.

    I swallowed, a blush traveling over my skin at his touch – and my reaction to it. I felt

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