Granite (Book 3): Thunder Riders MC, #3

By Naomi West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Thunder Riders MC romance series! 

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: 9781393781301

Naomi West

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Granite: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Thunder Riders MC) (Book 3)

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 1

Granite

I felt like I was being suffocated, man, and it ain’t even her fault. She’s just scared. Of course she’s goin’ to be a little bit clingy. That’s how it goes, ain’t it? But the way she was going on at me. I just needed some air.

I lean back in the corner booth, sipping my whisky. Ranger stares at me with his upper lip curled. I refuse to believe there was no way the two of you could’ve worked that out without going at each other like that. I just refuse to believe it. He strokes his finger along the rim of his Stetson as he talks. There’s a way to fix everything with a lady if you take the time. It sounds to me like you didn’t take the time.

I came here for a drink. I drain my glass of whisky and pour another. I didn’t come here to be lectured. I just came from being lectured. Goddamn it, man. Do you work for her or somethin’?

I just never saw you spending three days with a lady. So if you did spend three days with her, and you’re still alive, then it seems to me there must be somethin’ special between the two of you. You’ve never spent more’n, what? A couple of hours with a lady?

If that. I nod. I didn’t want to leave. I mean, I did. I had to get out of there for a couple of hours. But I didn’t want to leave the way I did, with all that shouting and bullshit. I get that she’s scared—

Do you? Ranger interrupts. Because it seems to me that a man like you don’t know what it is to be really scared. You spend your life being tough and facing things that’d turn most folk to jelly. So when something happens like what you told me about—all that blood, man—it don’t mean half as much to you as it does to somebody like her. She’s getting nightmares and you’re sleeping like an angel on account of how different your lives are.

Maybe there’s something to that, I say, thinking on it for a few minutes. I never thought about it like that. Ranger has a way of pulling something out and holding it at a different angle, one I never would’ve guessed at. Maybe I should call her, I mutter. Or at least call the fella who’s watching over her, to make sure she’s okay.

Ranger smiles. That sounds like a good idea to me, he says. A real good idea. Why don’t you do it right now?

So you can sit there and watch me and get some sort of sick thrill out of it? I like you, pal, you know that, but sometimes I think you get off by making me uncomfortable.

I go outside, taking my whisky with me, and call Lucky. It rings three times, four, five ... on the sixth ring I know something’s up. A man might let his cell ring four or five times if he’s smoking a cigarette or it’s fallen down the side of his chair or whatever,