Long Ride (Book 1): Black Sparks MC, #1
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This is book 1 of the Black Sparks MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 of this motorcycle club romance series are available everywhere now!
Once you go biker, you never go back.
I thought I'd moved on.
But even though I let go of the bad boy, he never let go of me.
Nicholas Stone will either drag me to his bed and take me to heaven…
Or drag me to hell and watch me burn.
LIANA
I left home to chase a dream.
Instead, I stumbled into a nightmare.
My police officer ex has gone insane since our break-up.
He's everywhere I look.
Lurking in my shadows.
Haunting me.
I flee, back to the only place I've ever felt safe.
But the devil waiting for me in my hometown isn't much better.
In the eight years I've been gone, Nicholas Stone has become so much more.
More powerful.
More tatted.
More irresistible.
But just when I start to think that, if I let my guard down, I can be safe in his arms…
A gift arrives from a not-so-secret admirer.
My ex has discovered where I went.
He sees who I'm with.
And I know that my troubles are far from over.
In fact, they're just beginning.
NICHOLAS
I've never forgotten the girl who broke my heart.
But I've filled the hole she left with nothing but pure savagery.
The biker life suited me.
It lets me get my hands dirty.
There's no feeling quite like the wind in your face, an open stretch of highway, and your enemies' cries for mercy still ringing in your ears.
But Liana's return threatens to undo the man I've become.
I need to know why she's back after all these years.
There must be something she's hiding.
And yet, she refuses to admit it.
Until the ugly truth comes roaring back with a vengeance and a death wish.
But there's something different this time around.
Liana is mine.
And if her ex thinks he can come anywhere near her again, I'll have to teach him the hard way:
Never, ever mess with a biker.
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Long Ride (Book 1) - Kathryn Thomas
Long Ride: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Sparks MC Book 1)
By Kathryn Thomas
Once you go biker, you never go back.
I THOUGHT I’D MOVED on.
But even though I let go of the bad boy, he never let go of me.
Nicholas Stone will either drag me to his bed and take me to heaven...
Or drag me to hell and watch me burn.
LIANA
I left home to chase a dream.
Instead, I stumbled into a nightmare.
My police officer ex has gone insane since our break-up.
He’s everywhere I look.
Lurking in my shadows.
Haunting me.
I flee, back to the only place I’ve ever felt safe.
But the devil waiting for me in my hometown isn’t much better.
In the eight years I’ve been gone, Nicholas Stone has become so much more.
More powerful.
More tatted.
More irresistible.
But just when I start to think that, if I let my guard down, I can be safe in his arms...
A gift arrives from a not-so-secret admirer.
My ex has discovered where I went.
He sees who I’m with.
And I know that my troubles are far from over.
In fact, they’re just beginning.
NICHOLAS
I’ve never forgotten the girl who broke my heart.
But I’ve filled the hole she left with nothing but pure f**king savagery.
The biker life suited me.
It lets me get my hands dirty.
There’s no feeling quite like the wind in your face, an open stretch of highway, and your enemies’ cries for mercy still ringing in your ears.
But Liana’s return threatens to undo the man I’ve become.
I need to know why she’s back after all these years.
There must be something she’s hiding.
And yet, she refuses to admit it.
Until the ugly truth comes roaring back with a vengeance and a death wish.
But there’s something different this time around.
Liana is mine.
And if her ex thinks he can come anywhere near her again, I’ll have to teach him the hard way:
Never, ever mess with a biker.
CHAPTER ONE
L ook at the princess now!
the old woman cackled, looming over Liana. The fake wrinkles in the actress’s face looked lurid as the lighting engineer overhead struggled to get his bearings.
Liana sighed as she penciled a note into her script that the writer had changed the line, again. If she was going to get her cue right, she would have to know what her fellow actors actually planned on saying.
The play was an updated version of the Grimm’s fairy tale The Goose Girl,
in which a would-be princess is betrayed by her servant, forced to work herding geese until the prince recognizes her and saves her. Only this version contained a lot of tight black leather and pop culture references. It was edgy, said the director. It was hip. It was now. It had been rehearsing for six months and didn’t even have an opening date.
Cut!
shouted the director. That’s enough for tonight.
Thank god,
said the old lady, taking off her wig, ending the illusion that she was older than forty. I need a cigarette.
Liana kicked off the high-heeled character shoes she’d been wearing to rehearse and zipped up her knee-high black boots over her skinny jeans. She grabbed her handbag from where it was perched on one of the front row chairs, glancing nervously at the thinness of her wallet. She didn’t even want to think about the streets outside, or what might be lurking there. She was ashamed of herself. She didn’t used to be this frightened. But circumstances had changed. She smoothed her hair and prepared to approach the director, who’d been generous in the past, though she knew he couldn’t exactly afford to be.
Maybe if you'd finally pay me I could afford that,
she muttered.
I told you, nobody gets paid until opening night.
Which keeps getting pushed back. How do I know when opening night will be? You haven't even settled on a script yet. Every time I memorize a scene, you change it and I have to learn my lines all over again. Anyway, I need to borrow ten bucks for cab. Please, Rob.
I would if I had the cash,
he replied, sounding distracted, shaking his head at the chaos around him. But I can't spare it. I can barely afford to turn the lights on in here.
I noticed that when I tripped over the prop table coming in.
She glanced down the street. Rob seemed to notice her trepidation.
Look, don't worry. It's safe here. There's a cop car just down the street.
She froze, heart speeding up, sending hot blood pounding through her ears. Where?
A block away. Why?
I've got to go,
she said, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. See you tomorrow.
But the door's that way.
He pointed, confused.
I'm going through the alley.
Maybe, she thought as the ragged heels of her boots clip-clopped on the cement, adding to the urgency—maybe, if she hadn't spent an hour and half standing around onstage—or what passed for the stage in the run-down loft above a window factory—she would have gotten out early enough not to feel so vulnerable.
She only felt a modicum of safety as she sunk into the subway instead—not because she felt like shivering in the deserted tunnel waiting for the G train to take her home to Brooklyn apartment, but because she had ten bucks in her wallet at the moment and the driver of a cab would probably expect a tip. Besides, she needed most of that money to go to the bodega tomorrow to replace the box of Rice Krispies and the carton of milk she'd been living on all week.
The subway car, when it arrived eight minutes later, was deserted except for a guy in a thick black coat slumped in the corner seat, his face lurid under the fluorescent lights. She wasn’t sure whether she should sit closer to him, so he wouldn’t sense her fear, or keep her distance. Finally, though her feet felt like cement blocks, she didn’t sit down at all, merely hooked her arm around the metal pole and lurched when the train did, thinking about the audition she’d been on last week for a play—a real play, one written by an award-winning playwright, the type they wrote about in the New York Times.
You’re talented, but you should take acting classes,
the handsome, curly-haired playwright had said. He was well dressed, in a plaid flannel shirt, trying to look rugged—though he wasn’t. Not really. It was all false. It was merely a weak imitation of ruggedness of the kind of men she had once known back in her hometown of Prudence, Ohio.
Besides, it was easy for him to say. He had probably grown up here, or in Connecticut with an investment banker for a dad. He didn’t understand that she couldn’t possibly afford acting classes on the tips she made pouring pints at the beer garden in Queens.
She looked at her hands on the pole, her fingers white as they gripped the straps. She'd been in New York for two years, and this was all she had to show for it. A few chorus roles, a playbill with her name in the back under swing.
A couple of roles that had folded after two performances with nobody but friends and family members in the audience, let alone a big-time theatrical agent. And once, a stage door Johnny to hand her a bouquet of flowers so big she could hardly hold them.
He’d said his name was Jack. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. At the time, she’d been delighted, eating up his words, as he grandly offered her his hand to whisk her to Midtown for a forty-dollar rib eye steak at Mendy’s, and a bottle of champagne, too. That night, for the first time since she’d left home, she’d actually felt like