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    Stolen: An MC Romance: The Vanguard MC, #1
    Stolen: An MC Romance: The Vanguard MC, #1
    Stolen: An MC Romance: The Vanguard MC, #1
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    Stolen: An MC Romance: The Vanguard MC, #1

    By Naomi West

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    • Friendship

    • Motorcycle Clubs

    • Self-Discovery

    • Romance

    • Loyalty

    • Friends to Lovers

    • Forbidden Love

    • Enemies to Lovers

    • Alpha Male

    • Runaway Bride

    • Opposites Attract

    • Secret Relationship

    • Second Chance Romance

    • Secret Baby

    • Forced Proximity

    • Trust

    • Love

    • Revenge

    • Personal Growth

    • Vulnerability

    About this ebook

    Stolen is book 1 of The Vanguard MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Taken and Snatched are available everywhere now!

    I STOLE HIS BRIDE AND PUT MY BABY INSIDE OF HER.

    Wyland West should've learned a long time ago: Do. Not. F*ck. With. Me.
    But he stuck his nose where he didn't belong, and now he'll pay…
    With his most valuable possession: his fiancé.
    I'm going to break her. Mold her. And make her scream my name.

    The new District Attorney, Wyland West, is a spiteful S.O.B.
    He's got a hard-on for stomping out people like me.

    Rebels.
    Bikers.
    Bad boys.

    He wants to clean the streets, whatever the hell that means.
    But what he doesn't know is that he doesn't run this city…
    I do.
    And I'm not about to let a bastard like him take over without a fight.

    He wants to f*ck with me?
    Fine.
    I'm going to f*ck him right back.
    Starting with what he holds most dear…

    His beautiful bride.

    She's gorgeous, alright, but by the time I'm through with her, she'll be a naked, broken mess.
    By the time I'm done, she'll be addicted to my c*ck.
    Dependent on my lips.
    Hungry and desperate for one more taste of my seed.

    But Wyland is more stubborn than I thought.
    He's trying to burn my world to the ground unless I give her back.

    Do your worst, you son of a b*tch.
    Once I stole her, she became mine forever.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMBK Hanson Inc.
    Release dateMay 29, 2018
    ISBN9781386811343
    Stolen: An MC Romance: The Vanguard MC, #1
    Author

    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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    Stolen - Naomi West

    Stolen: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (The Vanguard MC) (Book 1)

    By Naomi West

    I STOLE HIS BRIDE AND PUT MY BABY INSIDE OF HER.

    WYLAND WEST SHOULD’VE learned a long time ago: Do. Not. F*ck. With. Me.

    But he stuck his nose where he didn’t belong, and now he’ll pay...

    With his most valuable possession: his fiancé.

    I’m going to break her. Mold her. And make her scream my name.

    The new District Attorney, Wyland West, is a spiteful S.O.B.

    He’s got a hard-on for stomping out people like me.

    Rebels.

    Bikers.

    Bad boys.

    He wants to clean the streets, whatever the hell that means.

    But what he doesn’t know is that he doesn’t run this city...

    I do.

    And I’m not about to let a bastard like him take over without a fight.

    He wants to f*ck with me?

    Fine.

    I’m going to f*ck him right back.

    Starting with what he holds most dear...

    His beautiful bride.

    She’s gorgeous, alright, but by the time I’m through with her, she’ll be a naked, broken mess.

    By the time I’m done, she’ll be addicted to my c*ck.

    Dependent on my lips.

    Hungry and desperate for one more taste of my seed.

    But Wyland is more stubborn than I thought.

    He’s trying to burn my world to the ground unless I give her back.

    Do your worst, you son of a b*tch.

    Once I stole her, she became mine forever.

    Chapter 1

    Cutter

    The day had started off like any other day for Cutter. He woke up early, exercised, made coffee for the clubhouse, and got ready for work. The air outside was crisp, with a hint of the changing season, like there were new beginnings just around the corner. Spring had come, and had brought with it warm afternoons. At least, that's how the morning felt to him as he rode his big chopper down to the business he owned and managed with the rest of the Vanguard Motorcycle Club.

    He rode through the center of town, the little burg still rubbing the sleep from its eyes and the sun not even peaking over the horizon yet, and pulled his rumbling bike into the parking lot. He parked at the back in a special Bikes Only zone they'd painted out on the black asphalt. Most of the guys that worked there rode their motorcycles to work, too, but they still had to make sure the customers had plenty of space for their cars. That was just good business practice, as far as Cutter was concerned.

    Not only was Cutter president of the Vanguard, he was also the head chef for Farm to Fable, a local diner that specialized in organic, localvore dishes. The small diner was the kind of place that had farm fresh eggs in the omelets, fair-trade coffee filling the French press, heirloom tomatoes adorning the chef salad, and prison tattoos on all the waiters and kitchen staff. All the guys that worked there were members of the MC. A lot of them were ex-cons, too. The club looked after its own, after all. If you went in, did your time, and kept your mouth shut, your old life would be waiting for you when you got back out. Your family would be supported, and so would you.

    Cutter hadn't done any time. He'd managed to scrape by with no convictions, no matter how hard the district attorney tried to pin something on him. To some in law enforcement, the Vanguards were seen as public enemy number one. Lately, though, things had begun to die down as they moved into more legitimate work, like at Farm to Fable.

    Cutter grabbed the carrying case for his chef knives from his saddle bag and headed up to the front door of the small diner. He fished for his keys and unlocked the front and let himself into the eating area with all its stacked tables and chairs, then headed back into the kitchen. The rest of the guys would be along closer to opening, and they'd take care of the incidentals like taking down chairs and wiping off tables. He had too much work as it was.

    They were only open six days a week for breakfast and lunch, Tuesday through Sunday, but each morning's opening duties fell by default on Cutter's shoulders. He didn't mind. Far from it, actually. He'd come to savor the first hour or so, when he was all alone just chopping vegetables and getting fresh sauces and soups going. Having a bit of solitary time, away from the hustle and bustle of the thriving clubhouse, was good for him. These shifts gave him his daily moment of silence, a space where he could focus on just work without any outside interruptions or distractions.

    Now, as the industrial lights flickered on overhead, Cutter was taken aback the same way he always was. The shining kitchen, just waiting to be used, with all its shining steel and chrome, reminded him of a perfectly tuned bike. Every object had a purpose, a specific use that was almost beautiful in its simplicity. He set his knife case on one of the steel counters and went to wash up. It was time to get to work and get everything prepped.

    Unfortunately, that was when the phone decided to ring.

    The contraption was an ancient rotary phone that one of the guys had updated to produce dial tones for the modern era, but had decided to leave behind the old-fashioned ringer. The telephone was clamoring to be answered, the little metal bell going crazy like a lunatic on the night of a full moon.

    Cutter sighed. For fuck's sake, he muttered, the words feeling foreign in his mouth after a silent morning. Really? This early?

    He checked his watch. Just past four-thirty. Whoever was calling, they probably had an excuse for why they weren't coming in. Something about this was strange, though. Most of the time, they'd have just called his cell. He grabbed the phone down off the hook and pressed the receiver to his ear. Farm to Fable, Cutter speaking. How can I help you?

    This call will be recorded and monitored, said the recording of a woman's voice on the other end of the line. Cutter instantly knew why they weren't calling on his personal phone. You couldn't get collect calls to go through on a personal cell phone. Especially not from a jail.

    The man's voice continued for the next part in the same digital monotone as before, till it got to his buddy's name. You have a collect call from ... Jersey Rowland.

    He knew that recording. He'd received calls just like this one more times than he could count. Aw shit, Jersey, Cutter said as he leaned his head forward and rested it against the wall of the kitchen. This wasn't good.

    Jersey was a

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