Ryder's Promise: Midnight Hunters MC, #3

By Naomi West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Midnight Hunters MC romance series! 

I ruined her body to save her soul.

She saved me from a cold death.

I repaid her with a night of hot and sweaty favors.

But even though we're stranded alone…

There's danger waiting in the shadows.

As soon as I find the people who tried to kill me, I'm gonna start a war.

No one puts Ryder in a ditch.

But first, I need to survive this snowstorm.

Kara's in a different kind of mess.

She's running from a cheating ex and a miserable life.

Together, we huddle up in an abandoned cabin while the blizzard rages outside.

Just her, me, and a bottle of whiskey.

And as my wounds heal, her icy exterior melts.

It doesn't take long before our clothes fall off and I show her the biker way.

Moan after moan, her toes curling, my hands claiming.

It's as hot in here as the night is cold.

But our little tryst doesn't last for long.

There are killers after me, and cowards after her.

She'll have to make a choice:

Is she willing to go back to a life she hated?

Or can she trust me enough to leave everything behind?

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393552031

Naomi West

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Ryder’s Promise: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Midnight Hunters MC Book 3)

By Naomi West

I ruined her body to save her soul.

SHE SAVED ME FROM A cold death.

I repaid her with a night of hot and sweaty favors.

But even though we’re stranded alone...

There’s danger waiting in the shadows.

As soon as I find the motherf**kers who tried to kill me, I’m gonna start a war.

No one puts Ryder in a ditch.

But first, I need to survive this snowstorm.

Kara’s in a different kind of mess.

She’s running from a cheating ex and a miserable life.

Together, we huddle up in an abandoned cabin while the blizzard rages outside.

Just her, me, and a bottle of whiskey.

And as my wounds heal, her icy exterior melts.

It doesn’t take long before our clothes fall off and I show her the biker way.

Moan after moan, her toes curling, my hands claiming.

It’s as hot in here as the night is cold.

But our little tryst doesn’t last for long.

There are killers after me, and cowards after her.

She’ll have to make a choice:

Is she willing to go back to a life she hated?

Or can she trust me enough to leave everything behind?

Chapter 1

Ryder

Ryder awoke to a clatter outside of Kara’s bedroom window. His eyes shot open and he jumped to his feet. A silence returned to the room, and he listened carefully. Just when he began to think that he’d been hearing things, another clatter sound, this one followed by a low muttering of the word fuck!

What was that? asked Kara sleepily.

Ryder shushed her and held up his palm. A fearful expression formed on her face, and she was quickly awake.

Ryder, what’s going on?

Quiet! he hissed. If there’s someone out there, I don’t want them to know we’re up!

Kara’s mouth formed into a tight, flat line and she didn’t make another peep. Ryder walked slowly over the bedroom carpet, doing his best not to make a sound. Soon, he heard heavy footsteps in the alley—footsteps that he marked right away as those of a biker.

I’m gonna go check it out, he said quietly. You stay here and lock the door; don’t move a muscle, don’t make a sound. And if you don’t hear from me in five minutes, call the fucking cops.

Ryder hated the idea of getting the police involved, but the idea of something happening to Kara made his stomach form into a tight, sick knot.

He stepped into his jeans and checked to make sure his multi-tool was in his pocket. He slipped it out and withdrew the sharpest knife he had. He opened the bedroom door and something ran past him. Turning around on his heels, he saw that it was just Furball, who leaped onto the bed and curled up on Kara’s lap.

He snatched his coat up from the chair and moments later, Ryder was out in the cool evening air. At the corner leading into the alley, he listened carefully again, this time hearing the sound of a message being typed up on a cell phone.

Stupid motherfucker, thought Ryder. Sent someone after me who doesn’t even know to mute his phone.

Ryder peered around the corner and spotted a burly man in leather and denim, his hair long and wild, a scraggly beard hanging down from his face. He was beefy and tall, and it occurred to Ryder that the reason they sent this particular man wasn’t due to his brain power. Ryder knew that he might not be able to take him in a one-to-one fight and that the element of surprise was his only option.

Fuckin’ stupid-ass assignment, the man said, his voice low and resonant. Standing out in the middle of a fuckin’ alley in the cold. I really oughta say something to Franco; motherfucker thinks he can tell me to do whatever he wants.

And doesn’t know to keep his damn mouth shut either, thought Ryder.

He watched as the man squatted down to peek into the bedroom, anger boiling in his gut at the idea that this guy had been watching them all night.

Fucking boring as shit, he muttered.

Then let me liven up your evening, thought Ryder, gently lifting a lid off of a nearby trashcan.

Ryder pulled his arm back and, after aiming carefully, whipped the lid like a Frisbee. The lid hit the man’s head dead-on, a hollow, metallic clanging sounding through the alley as it did.

Fuck! shouted the man, his hand shooting to his forehead where the lid had hit.

Ryder didn’t waste a second. His knife in hand, he rushed towards the man, slamming into him at full speed. Ryder’s ribs sent out waves of pain at the impact but he pushed through it. He hit the man so hard, he nearly launched out of his shoes, stumbling backward and falling into a pile of trash cans.

It’s fuckin’ you! shouted the man as he staggered to his feet. Franco told me just to keep an eye on you, but he didn’t say shit about not killing your sorry ass!

Give it your best shot, fucker, said Ryder, tossing his knife from one hand to the other.

You’re the asshole who killed my brothers, said the man. And now I’m gonna shoot you in the fuckin’ gut and let you bleed out in this alley like a stuck pig.

With that, he reached behind him and pulled a small revolver out of his waistband, the chrome catching the moonlight.

You know what they say—never bring a knife to a gunfight, said the man.

I think I can make do,