Baby For The Biker Bad Boy (Bad Boy MC Romance) by Kira Ward Page A

night, Nola couldn’t help but grieve for all she had lost. She’d had a plan. She was on the short track to getting her degree—she would have graduated with a medical degree in only 3-4 more years if she hadn’t been forced to withdraw from BU—and she had a boyfriend she had believed would one day be her husband. But it only took a month before he moved on, moving in with a teaching assistant from his economics class just weeks after attending her father’s funeral with Nola.
    Maybe it was for the best. Now she knew what kind of man he really was.
    She was glad now that she hadn’t given in to his pressure to share a bed before she had an engagement ring on her finger. Not that being a virgin was all that comforting late at night, either. But at least she hadn’t given it to someone who wasn’t worthy.
    Exhaustion overcame Nola as she lay in bed that night, her thoughts moving over the hundreds of things that still needed to be done, and the thousands of things she had done over the past few months. It was a burden she had never dreamed of carrying. She would give almost anything to let it go, to hand it over to someone more capable than herself.
    If only Daddy…
    But she couldn’t let her thoughts go there.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    Nola crossed the campus, a backpack slung over her shoulder that held the books she’d just purchased from the school bookstore. It turned out that most of her credits from BU would transfer—she just had to retake a couple of math classes she’d aced her freshman year—so, with those, she had a total of twenty-seven hours standing between her and a degree. Half now, half over the spring semester, and she could conceivably start medical school just a year behind her original plan.
    Assuming, of course, that when it was all said and done Nola still wanted to be a doctor.
    She tossed her bag into the backseat of the old Ford she’d paid cash for a few weeks ago. It made it with only a modicum of trouble to Lubbock from Dallas, but now she was beginning to wonder about the wisdom of her choice in buying a fifteen year old car. Over the last few days, it had begun to make a weird noise when she started it. She wasn’t sure what it was—mechanics had never been her strong point—but she was afraid it was something serious. Either way, it was going to have to go into the shop eventually and that would mean expense and days without transportation.
    Really not what she needed right now.
    Her heart soared when the engine started to turn over. But then came that click that was growing so familiar. Click, click, click. And then…nothing.
    “Damn!”
    She popped the hood and climbed out, struggling to find the release under the lip of the hood. When it opened, she smelled the distinct odor of ozone. Something electrical had burned up.
    “Damn!” she cried a little louder, kicking the low bumper.
    She didn’t need this right now.
    “Need some help?” someone asked.
    Nola shook her head, more from frustration than in response to the question. “I need a million dollars and a new car,” she said with a sigh, pushing back from the car and searching for the friendly voice. When she saw the man astride his motorcycle, she thought that there must be someone else. She stepped further back, trying not to be too obvious as she glanced around.
    The man stood and approached the car, leaning close for a minute before he flicked his nail against some round piece of metal that she couldn’t have identified if she had a mechanic’s manual in front of her.
    “It’s the alternator,” he said. “It’s not charging your battery.”
    Nola crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah?”
    “And it smells like your starter’s probably going, too.”
    “Great.”
    He straightened and faced her, leaning casually back against the frame of the car as though he did this sort of thing every day. And from the way he was dressed, Nola wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he did.
    He