Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
The Knight Riders MC
Join the Knight Riders MC and experience a love that’s as wild as the open road.
Unleash Your Inner Biker with Book # 2, 'Claimed By A Knight'!
CLAIMED by a Knight
by
LENA LITTLE
A short, steamy, instalove, MC-lite, Friends-to-Lovers romance.
Meet Talon, the Knight Riders' second in command, and Gracie Kimble, who plans to ensure that nothing stands in the way of their HEA!
Talon and A Love Story That Defies the Odds!
In the heart of Boulder, where the roar of motorcycles meets the pulse of passion, Talon has always been blind to the love right in front of him. Gracie Kimble, his oldest friend and confidante, has been by his side through thick and thin, but now she’s ready to break free from the friend zone. As Talon grapples with his feelings, Gracie has a plan to entice him into a world of desire and commitment. Will Talon finally see the signs and claim the woman who’s always belonged to him? In this steamy installment of "The Knight Riders MC" series, love is a wild ride, and nothing will stand in the way of their forever.
Talon
I’m blind.
Not physically, but emotionally.
Totally inept in the field, and I’ll be kicking myself for the rest of my life because of it.
Gracie’s been at my side through it all. We’ve been thick as thieves, even longer than I’ve been with the Knight Riders.
You’d think I’d wisen up, right? See the signs, subtle hints, attraction. Right!
Well, you’d think wrong. But now that I know, nothing’s going to get in the way of our love.
And I’ll show the whole damn world.
Gracie belongs to me.
Claimed By A A Steamy Friends-to-Lovers Romance!
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CLAIMED by a Knight is a short, steamy, MC-lite, friend-to-lovers romance. Each book in the series can be read as a standalone story. Perfect quick reads for late nights, lunch breaks and travelling. Binge-read all three books in the series.
No OM / OW drama and no cliffhangers.
18 years and older recommended. Always a sweet HEA! Enjoy!
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1
TALON
“Never thought I’d see the day a big biker was crawling on his hands and knees for me.” She’s in the bathroom, doing God knows what, while I neatly lay cabling from her newly hanging TV to the wall socket.
Little does she know, all she ever had to do to get me crawling around the floor like a damn puppy was ask. I’d do it in a heartbeat. Hell, for her, I’d find a way to make the world stop turning to spend eternity in her presence.
Because at the end of it, it’s all about her. Her. Gracie Kimble. My oldest friend. We’re two drifters, together through life, walking the long and short roads side by side. It’s how we’ve always done it, and it’s how we should keep it. Even if it drives me nuts.
Lately, nuts isn’t the right word to describe it. I hardly stay in control of myself around her. Maybe walking on all fours like a puppy is the wrong analogy. I’m more like a rabid mutt, desperate for her attention and pawing at her side for more, more, more.
“Never took you for much of a handyman.” Her subtle jab leaves me grinning like a fool, and I turn my head to her door in hopes she’s standing there. She isn’t. The door’s half shut, with only the smallest crack exposed, giving enough room for her intoxicating perfume to flood through and suffocate my mind in a haze.
“Handsy man is a better way to put it.” I chuckle at my own silly joke. Words spill out of me freely with her. Teasing more so. She brings out the best in me without realizing it.
Finishing off the cabling, I flick the switch and ensure the mounted TV turns on. A deafeningly loud advert for some pharmaceutical company pierces the mostly quiet room, making me jump in place. Lowering the volume, I can hear Gracie laugh in the bathroom. Though it’s more of a snicker, as if planned in advance to give me a fright, knowing I’d be the first to hear it.
“You wanna grab a pizza when this is done?” I ask, playing off her prank with cool charm.
“I can’t.” Her answer pierces my heart. “I’ve got plans. I hope I’m not being a nuisance, but it’s another reason I asked you over.”
“You need a ride?” It isn’t the first time I’ve taken her around the city for a night out, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I flop onto her bed and flick through a few channels to make sure I didn’t screw anything up with the install.
While I lie lazily, the bathroom door swings open, but no one stands inside it. Only another waft of her delicious scent. I’m choked out and left reeling. Desperate to be the one to bury my face between her breasts to breathe deeply her aroma. Tongue lashing at every inch of skin in a vain attempt to coat my tongue for a taste of what drives me so fucking crazy.
After a short pause of me staring and her doing whatever inside, Gracie emerges from the en-suite, and my jaw nearly drops through the carpeted floor.
“Fuck.” The word claws its way out of my choked, tight throat. “You look stunning.”
Locks of gold cascade down her shoulders, tickling the straps of her awfully revealing dark blue dress, bouncing with every step. The material clings to her fit body, exposing every curve—from ample bosom to narrow waist and wide hips—perfectly. If it wasn’t bad enough, the dress rides high up her milky white thighs and leaves very little to my imagination.
“You think so?” Deep red covers Gracie’s snow-white cheeks before she has a chance to twist away and hide her blush.
“Know so.” Before I make a bigger ass of myself, I get back to our original conversation. “So, where am I taking you looking this pretty?”
Gracie stops dead in her tracks and gulps so hard her neck muscles stiffen.
“I’ve got a date.” She speaks in a whisper, too nervous to say it outright. As if those words are the ones to send me over the edge and drive me deep into insanity. And if that’s the case, she hit the nail right on the head.
“You what?” A blow to the gut is an understatement. Fuck, it feels like someone’s taken a sledgehammer to my chest. Jealousy and annoyance that I’m not the one to take her out bring me right to the edge, ready to scream. “I mean…” Nope, no way I’m talking myself out of this one without making things worse; I’ll just shut up and accept defeat.
“A date.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and I can’t help but follow the action. Scanning the curvature of her elbows as they curve her forearms under overly exposed breasts. Jesus, a strong breeze would be enough to have them spilling out. Maybe I should rush her into the night for a chance to get a glimpse of it. “You know? Two people going out, having dinner, drinks, a laugh, and whatever else might happen.”