Grandmas Need Loving Too: Nana's Biker Friend

By Trinity Blacio

Twenty-five years she’d given up of her life only to have her bed empty and cold beside her. Maria Tahoe, grandma, divorcee, and going through menopause from hell. All she wanted was to spend time with her grand-babies and live a quiet life, but it seemed fate had different plans for her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trinity Blacio
• Release date: Aug 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310999345

Trinity Blacio

Trinity Blacio is an established romance writer of best-selling Running in Fear series, as well as a number of dark fantasy, erotic romance, erotic horror and ménage titles. She is the mother of two children and lives in Ohio. Her work can be found at Freya's Bower and Ravenous Romance, as well as the work of her alter-egos Maria Moonstar and Selene Noreen.

Book preview

Table of Contents

Title Page

Nana's Biker Friend (Grandmas Need Loving Too, #1)

Book one: Nana’s Biker Friend

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter One

Grandmas Need Loving Too

Book one: Nana’s Biker Friend

Written By: Trinity Blacio

This is dedicated to all of the older women who dream of still finding Mr. Right, don’t give up he’s out there.

Blurb:

Twenty-five years she’d given up of her life only to have her bed empty and cold beside her. Maria Tahoe, grandma, divorcee, and going through menopause from hell. All she wanted was to spend time with her grandbabies and live a quiet life, but it seemed fate had different plans for her.

A second chance to start all over, but of course there had to be danger with said chance. Could Maria stay alive long enough to fulfill her true destiny with this man, Alexander Winslow, or was it wishful dreams wanting love for this Grandma?

This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Published By:

Trinity Blacio

Elyria, Ohio 44035 

http://trinityblacio.com

Copyright © August 2014 Trinity Blacio

All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form, including, but not limited to printing, photocopying, faxing, or emailing without prior written permission from Trinity Blacio.

Edited By: Wizards In Publishing

Cover Artists: Syneca at Original Syn

Trademark:

Cedar Point

Great Wolf Lodge

The Walking Dead

Starbucks

Chapter One

Tara Marie Snyder, knock it off! Jeez! So what if I peek? They’re hot, and it’s not like that young thing is going make a move on me. Maria tried to do the eyebrow thing at her youngest child who occasionally reminded her of her ex-husband, the old prude. Plus, I’m only fifty, and I’m sure not dead, like your father wishes sometimes. Maria relaxed and took a sip of coffee, grinning thinking of the nice package she had gotten in the mail from the erotic store the day before. Yep, she was going to have fun tonight.

She crossed her legs and took a deep breath. Every Sunday morning, Maria came downtown to the local coffee shop just to watch the people roll in. She loved Detroit, but so many were afraid to come here with the loss of jobs, home foreclosures, and such. Sure, there were the thugs, but the sidearm she had a permit to carry kept her protected, plus the self-defense class she took every year helped a lot, too.

Maria patted Lady Smith, the gun she’d named after her great-grandmother Ella, who was a hoot, frowned upon by everyone when she was alive. Tara, why are you here? Maria focused on her daughter. Don’t get me wrong. I love seeing my baby. Tears threatened, and she tried to swallow the knot forming in her throat. I know you would rather be with your hunk husband.

Her daughter grinned and reached over, squeezing her arm. I wouldn’t miss our Sunday morning bitch fest for the world. I’m afraid I have more of you in me than you thought. Do you know that hunk husband once more tried to stop me from coming? Tara rolled her eyes. I swear you’d think we didn’t know what is going on. Her daughter sipped her drink but wouldn’t meet her eyes.

I know that expression, and you are up to something, Maria said.

Well, it seems you have caught the attention of a certain biker. He’s been sitting on his hog staring at you. He is hot in a bad way. So not like Dad.

Maria laughed. I swear, baby, you confuse me. One minute you are yelling I’m too old to be out here searching for men, the next you are encouraging me. She casually shifted in her seat to take a quick peek at the biker. His gaze caught and held hers. It wasn’t a cold chill that raised the hair on her arms, but a hot one. The man had Maria squirming in her seat, as everything south of her belly button seemed to be burning. Even her nipples had hardened under his watchful scan. The man had the deepest dark-blue eyes she’d ever seen. The fact she could see them from across the street was amazing. She wanted to crawl up his long legs and wrap her limbs around his body. She jumped as her daughter pinched her arm.

Jeez, Mom, stop staring at him, she teased.

Damn it, Tara, don’t do that. You know I bruise easy. Maria rubbed her arm. But I think the temperature has gone up ten degrees. Maria took a gulp of her coffee, which did not help with the heating problem in her body. Plus, I wasn’t staring, but he is handsome. Hell, the whole package is nice, but so screams bad boy.

Once more, her daughter busted out laughing. Which romance story were you reading this time?

Not holding back, Maria pulled Ann Mayburn’s story, Ivan’s Captive Submissive out of her purse. Loving the cover of the book, Maria ran her finger over it. I swear, I should have started reading her before. She is good. So how is my grandson doing? Maria asked, trying to cool her libido down. But she couldn’t help but peek at the man across the street at the local diner. He leaned against his bike, now, his dark-jeaned legs stretched out in front of him and his arms crossed over his chest, but he turned his head toward the loud sound of more bikes. She didn’t have to wait long to see them pull into the diner’s parking lot, raising the total to about sixty bikes at the restaurant.

Brian was asking for his nana last night. Seems someone promised him a trip to Cedar Point. Even Doug’s kids were yelling about it. Are you really thinking about taking the kids to this amusement park by yourself?

She frowned at her daughter. "Do you really think I’d be that stupid? Please. I’ve bribed a few friends to help out. You know Faith. She’s coming, along with Lori. We’re taking two vans up there next weekend, staying at Great Wolf Lodge. Did you know they have a spa? Anyway, we’ll spend the days at Cedar Point. At night, we’ll take turns watching the kids at the pool and having spa treatments. It will give you and your brother, Doug, time alone with your mates,