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    Control: An MC Romance: Blackened Souls MC, #1
    Control: An MC Romance: Blackened Souls MC, #1
    Control: An MC Romance: Blackened Souls MC, #1
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    Control: An MC Romance: Blackened Souls MC, #1

    By Naomi West

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    Control is book 1 of the Blackened Souls MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Restrain and Tether are available everywhere now!

    I REFUSE TO REST UNTIL SHE'S UNDER MY CONTROL.

    New girl in town means fresh meat for the taking.
    One and done is my usual motto… but this one is different.
    Taking her once won't be enough.
    I need her screaming my name, obeying my commands… and carrying my baby.

    She looked like a fish out of water when she wandered into my town.
    Said she was new around here…
    But all I heard was "Take me, please."

    Your wish is my command, princess.

    I'm the man who will ruin her for all others.
    Cocky as hell? Yeah.
    Hotter than that? Damn straight.
    And I'm more than ready to take this angel for a ride.

    But there's more to this girl than meets the eye.
    Turns out she was the bait in a trap I never saw coming.

    I'm a lone wolf, not a breeding stallion.
    But her father has other ideas.
    And with a gun against my head, what other choice do I have?

    Sleeping with Katrin is just the beginning of things.
    Before I know it, there's a wedding on the horizon.
    And my baby growing inside her belly.

    I guess this is what happens when you lose control.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMBK Hanson Inc.
    Release dateMay 29, 2018
    ISBN9781386972549
    Control: An MC Romance: Blackened Souls MC, #1
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    Naomi West

    Motorcycle club romance that will blow you away... Naomi West is a best-selling author of motorcycle romance novels that will get your heart pumping and your panties melting. Sign up for her mailing list to receive new release alerts, free giveaways, and much more! Follow this link to join:  http://bit.ly/NaomiWestMailingList

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      Picked this book as I wanted something quick to read. It’s pretty interesting with ‘bad boy’ Pistol being roped into a deal that he wanted nothing to do with. This short read is filled with action and what seems to be a slow burn romance.

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    Control - Naomi West

    Control: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Blackened Souls MC) (Book 1)

    By Naomi West

    I REFUSE TO REST UNTIL SHE’S UNDER MY CONTROL.

    NEW GIRL IN TOWN MEANS fresh meat for the taking.

    One and done is my usual motto... but this one is different.

    Taking her once won’t be enough.

    I need her screaming my name, obeying my commands... and carrying my baby.

    She looked like a fish out of water when she wandered into my town.

    Said she was new around here...

    But all I heard was "Take me, please."

    Your wish is my command, princess.

    I’m the man who will ruin her for all others.

    Cocky as hell? Yeah.

    Hotter than that? Damn straight.

    And I’m more than ready to take this angel for a ride.

    But there’s more to this girl than meets the eye.

    Turns out she was the bait in a trap I never saw coming.

    I’m a lone wolf, not a breeding stallion.

    But her father has other ideas.

    And with a gun against my head, what other choice do I have?

    Sleeping with Katrin is just the beginning of things.

    Before I know it, there’s a wedding on the horizon.

    And my baby growing inside her belly.

    I guess this is what happens when you lose control.

    Chapter One

    Y ou’re killing me, Pistol. The woman in the white tank top ran a hand through her thick, platinum blonde curls and stuck her ample chest out a little. Sure you can’t just patch it?

    Jax Pistol Wilson straightened to his full height of six-foot four inches, forcing his gaze up from the woman’s chest to her face again. He wiped his hands on a greasy rag and then flashed the woman — Peggy? Patty? Something with a P — a grin. Gotta be replaced. That crack’s too deep and too wide. The whole thing could fall in on you if you so much as hit a pothole.

    Her expression was exaggeratedly horrified. Jesus. How much is it gonna run me?

    Pistol leaned against the woman’s bright yellow Mustang, broad, tattooed arms folded across his chest. He glanced at the web of cracks in the windshield. Depends. Anywhere from two hundred to a thousand. He could feel Deion eyeing him. They’d never done a windshield replacement for more than four hundred.

    The woman sucked in a breath, and Pistol met her pretty blue eyes once more. He recalled a wild night last year — the two of them, half drunk, fully loaded, soaking her twelve hundred thread-count sheets in their mutual sweat. Shit.

    He tossed the rag aside. Tell you what. I’ll try my damnedest to make sure you’re not looking at more than three hundred.

    Peggy-Patty’s face positively lit up. Omigod, Pistol, that would be incredible. She had a hot smile—full lips stretching back to reveal gleaming white teeth. Pistol almost wished he could recall the details of their encounter. Had those straight, perfect teeth latched onto his skin? Had her long pink nails raked down his back? Had she screamed his name? Probably. They all did.

    She couldn’t seem to keep her gaze off his chest. His once-white sleeveless shirt was smeared with oil stains and clinging to him with the Texas humidity and was ripped in strategic places to show his ink.

    He heard Deion snort, and tossed the fucker a glare.

    He grinned back at the woman, unable to resist the temptation to flirt, even with a woman he’d already bedded. Hell, looking at her now, he was almost tempted to go in for round two. Except that wasn’t the way he played. And anyhow, she was a bit older than he liked them — had a kid who was in high school, he remembered suddenly, so she was likely in her late thirties. Still, she’d been a tiger in bed. Probably had some flabby-gutted loser of a husband who couldn’t give her an orgasm. Pistol was recalling more details—the way those firm, round breasts had bounced as she’d ridden him. Those legs that went on for days. His own deep growl as he came inside her...

    Shit, he really was hard up if he was thinking about pissing on the same tree twice. But he’d made it with every available woman in this town. If Rialto didn’t get some fresh blood soon, he was gonna have to start going back for seconds.

    Pistol?

    Shit, she’d been saying something, and he hadn’t been paying a lick of attention.

    Yeah?

    I’d really like to say thank you for this. She nodded at the Mustang. Maybe a drink sometime?

    Ah, shit. Maybe sometime, he agreed casually.

    You still have my number?

    Not a chance. Sure. I’ll call you.

    All right. She winked at him. Looking forward to it.

    He nodded, pulling a battered pack of Camels from the pocket of his worn jeans. He stuck a cigarette between his lips and tipped his head toward the car. We’ll need a couple of days to replace that windshield. You got a ride home?

    A friend’s picking me up. Well ... more of an acquaintance. My new neighbor has a daughter — lovely young lady. We just met yesterday when she was moving in. She agreed to pick me up if the car had to stay in the shop.

    A lovely young lady, huh? How young we talkin’? He dug out his lighter and lit the cigarette.

    Pistol didn’t go in for barely legal, but twenty and over, and he’d have to figure out a way to meet this girl. New in town? Or just new to your neighborhood?

    New in town. The father doesn’t say much, but he’s nice enough. The daughter — I get the impression she’s a bit lonely. Certainly was eager to talk to me.

    She in school? A neutral enough question. If Peggy-Patty was like, Yes, she’s finishing her junior year at MacArthur High, Pistol would know to quit sniffing around. But if this ‘young lady’ was at the University ... fair game.

    He got started on Peggy-Patty’s paperwork, trying to play nonchalant.

    She didn’t answer, and he glanced up to find her eyeing him. She’s a nursing student. Good Lord, you got a one track mind.

    He laughed and ashed his cigarette. I didn’t say anything, ma’am. Just curious.

    Ma’am? She shook her head. You’re making me feel like an old lady. Listen, I knew all about your reputation before I screwed you, but this poor gal’s still getting her bearings. Don’t go pouncin’ on her like a horny tom cat, you hear?

    Pistol wanted to ask what the girl looked like, but he had a feeling Peggy-Patty

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