Granite (Book 1): Thunder Riders MC, #1

By Naomi West

This is book 1 of the Thunder Riders MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

I'll wear his ink. I'll bear his baby. But I will NOT give Granite my heart.

ALLISON

My brother is the only family I have left, so I'll do whatever it takes to save him.

But the gang he's caught up with refuse to let him go free.

I need someone to help my brother break away from those bastards.

Granite is the perfect man for the job.

He's as hard as they come.

Tall, tattooed, with a gravely voice that sets my insides on fire.

And as a member of the Thunder Riders MC, he knows his way around the criminal underworld.

But nothing in this life comes for free.

And in exchange for helping me, Granite wants something that only I can give him…

A baby.

I have no choice but to agree.

But with each night spent bending over for the biker, a new thought pops into my head:

I started out doing this for my brother.

Now, am I doing this for Granite, too?

GRANITE

I could never resist a damsel in distress.

But I'm sure as hell not a knight in shining armor.

In exchange for getting this princess out of trouble, I want some payment for my time.

And Allison is well-equipped to give me exactly what I'm after.

Her body is to die for…

But then again, so is the job she's laying at my feet.

Her naïve brother is in deep with a crew of scumbags.

Getting him out of there won't be a walk in the park.

But Allison's curves make all the blood and suffering worthwhile.

Every night with her makes me crave more and more.

And when she tells me she's pregnant with my child, everything changes.

I'm no longer in this just to get my rocks off.

I'm here to protect my family.

No matter what it costs me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393391364

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

Book preview

Granite: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Thunder Riders MC) (Book 1)

By Naomi West

I’ll wear his ink. I’ll bear his baby. But I will NOT give Granite my heart.

ALLISON

My brother is the only family I have left, so I’ll do whatever it takes to save him.

But the gang he’s caught up with refuse to let him go free.

I need someone to help my brother break away from those bastards.

Granite is the perfect man for the job.

He’s as hard as they come.

Tall, tattooed, with a gravely voice that sets my insides on fire.

And as a member of the Thunder Riders MC, he knows his way around the criminal underworld.

But nothing in this life comes for free.

And in exchange for helping me, Granite wants something that only I can give him...

A baby.

I have no choice but to agree.

But with each night spent bending over for the biker, a new thought pops into my head:

I started out doing this for my brother.

Now, am I doing this for Granite, too?

GRANITE

I could never resist a damsel in distress.

But I’m sure as hell not a knight in shining armor.

In exchange for getting this princess out of trouble, I want some payment for my time.

And Allison is well-equipped to give me exactly what I’m after.

Her body is to die for...

But then again, so is the job she’s laying at my feet.

Her naïve brother is in deep with a crew of scumbags.

Getting him out of there won’t be a walk in the park.

But Allison’s curves make all the blood and suffering worthwhile.

Every night with her makes me crave more and more.

And when she tells me she’s pregnant with my child, everything changes.

I’m no longer in this just to get my rocks off.

I’m here to protect my family.

No matter what it costs me.

Chapter One

Allison

I ’m not going to stop calling you, so you might as well pick up. I pace to my window and look down on the street at the kids playing baseball in the park and the older kids crouched near the bike shed, sharing a cigarette. An old lady walks her dog, giving the kids a wide berth, and the Texan sun blares down mercilessly. Several American flags fly from the nearby houses, although ‘fly’ is a generous way to describe these limp things.

End of message. Would you like to record your message again?

Ah! I snap, throwing myself onto my bed. My room is messy, clothes strewn everywhere, but it’s been hard to focus lately with Brandon skidding off the rails. I call him again. I keep expecting him to answer, but he never does; perhaps the mistake is thinking that he cares about his little sister more than his new friends. Listen, I say. Calm, I remind myself. I’m not angry at you, I lie. I just want to talk to you. Don’t you think I deserve that? I haven’t done anything to offend you, have I? I haven’t done anything to make you hate me, so why are you acting like you do? I don’t want to come by there. Really, I don’t, because I know you’d hate that, but what else am I supposed—

"End of message—"

Fuck! I leap up and go to the window again, grinding my teeth.

The old lady stares up at me with her mouth hanging open. She’s one of those old ladies whose hair has turned completely white but whose skin has turned completely brown, giving her a look of stark contrasts. You do know that your window’s open, don’t you, missy? There’s no need to swear on a beautiful day like today!

Sorry! I call down, repressing the urge to swear again.

I’ll call him for the last time, I promise myself. Then it’s time for action. Listen to me, I say, pacing the room. I know you’ve had a tough time of it since Mom died, but that doesn’t mean you should just throw your life away. Remember when we were kids and you caught me with that bag of cocaine my friend gave me and you made me throw it away? You did that because you knew what was best for me when I didn’t. Well, now I know what’s best for you. So please just call me—

End of message ...

I return to the window. There’s a layer of dirt on the window sill that is begging to be cleaned, but it can beg all it wants. Hey, ma’am! I call down into the street.

The old lady looks up. Yes?

I want you to know I’m really sorry for swearing.

"Oh, well, that’s okay. You’ve learned