Title: BLAMELESS
Series: Black Thorns #3
Author: Franca Storm
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 11, 2016
Blurb
He never saw her coming. An angel doesn’t belong with a devil.
Nothing will ever be the same….
Zeb “Runner” Wilkes has always been the wild playboy of Black Thorns MC. The shallow joker who spends his life partying and screwing. He never once imagined it would get tired. Until it does. When he steps in one night to protect shy diner owner, Sarah, he quickly realizes there’s more to her than he gave her credit for. But this down and dirty biker doesn’t do sweet and innocent. Or, so he thinks, until he gets a taste of her. Before long, he’s unable to maintain his own denial. He’s in trouble, because she’s on his mind. He wants more than a taste. But can a man like him really have a woman like her?
Sarah Hughes has been living her life in peace, running her diner in Brockford. She keeps to herself and never lets herself get mixed up with any men, not after her awful past. But when her ex finds her and starts trouble in her diner, everything changes. Her biker crush steps in like a knight in shining armor. Her ex and his business partners turn out to be enemies of Runner’s club and the mutual threat throws her and the sexy biker together.
Runner and Sarah find what they didn’t even realize they needed in each other. He gives her strength and brings out her fire. She becomes the only thing standing between him and absolute darkness.
But when a blast from the past attacks Runner in the most sadistic way, their relationship is put in jeopardy. In the aftermath, he’s sent into a tailspin and being pulled into his old life. Can he hold on? Can Sarah bring him back from the edge? Or will he end up losing everything: the club, Sarah and even his life?
(This book can be read as a standalone, but characters from the previous books appear and situations/relationships from the first two are also referenced.)
Zeb “Runner” Wilkes has always been the wild playboy of Black Thorns MC. The shallow joker who spends his life partying and screwing. He never once imagined it would get tired. Until it does. When he steps in one night to protect shy diner owner, Sarah, he quickly realizes there’s more to her than he gave her credit for. But this down and dirty biker doesn’t do sweet and innocent. Or, so he thinks, until he gets a taste of her. Before long, he’s unable to maintain his own denial. He’s in trouble, because she’s on his mind. He wants more than a taste. But can a man like him really have a woman like her?
Sarah Hughes has been living her life in peace, running her diner in Brockford. She keeps to herself and never lets herself get mixed up with any men, not after her awful past. But when her ex finds her and starts trouble in her diner, everything changes. Her biker crush steps in like a knight in shining armor. Her ex and his business partners turn out to be enemies of Runner’s club and the mutual threat throws her and the sexy biker together.
Runner and Sarah find what they didn’t even realize they needed in each other. He gives her strength and brings out her fire. She becomes the only thing standing between him and absolute darkness.
But when a blast from the past attacks Runner in the most sadistic way, their relationship is put in jeopardy. In the aftermath, he’s sent into a tailspin and being pulled into his old life. Can he hold on? Can Sarah bring him back from the edge? Or will he end up losing everything: the club, Sarah and even his life?
(This book can be read as a standalone, but characters from the previous books appear and situations/relationships from the first two are also referenced.)
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Bikers, playboys, MC's what more can you ask for in a book. It is no secret that I am a lover of biker reads and this one didn't disappoint.
Zeb "Runner" Wilkes is one playboy, a member of the Black Thorn's MC, he is one of those alpha males that likes no strings attached. He has demons that he protects himself from never getting close to people. That is until one night he steps in to protect a diner owner.
Sarah owns a diner, but also holds secrets that she needs to protect. On the run from an abusive ex, she tries to get on with her life. A blast from her past enters her diner one night and Sarah is again forced to remember her horrific past. Little does she know there is a knight on metal horse about to save her.
Love ensues, violence, protection, family, this book has it all. It was a beautiful read, a real page turner.
MC lovers will love this read.
***Copy received via Obsessed by Books***
Zeb "Runner" Wilkes is one playboy, a member of the Black Thorn's MC, he is one of those alpha males that likes no strings attached. He has demons that he protects himself from never getting close to people. That is until one night he steps in to protect a diner owner.
Sarah owns a diner, but also holds secrets that she needs to protect. On the run from an abusive ex, she tries to get on with her life. A blast from her past enters her diner one night and Sarah is again forced to remember her horrific past. Little does she know there is a knight on metal horse about to save her.
Love ensues, violence, protection, family, this book has it all. It was a beautiful read, a real page turner.
MC lovers will love this read.
***Copy received via Obsessed by Books***
iwas amazing
it was amazingThis was really a good book. I enjoyed reading Blameless. I thought this was a good book in the Black Thorn MC series. I loved Runner and Sarah they were so great together and enjoyed their story. This is the third book in the Black Thorn MC series it also has Ax and Rox and the rest of the gang are back. I hope this series continues on for it is so worth it and a great addicting series. Sarah is an owner of a diner and she has a past that she is running from. Runner is a playboy of the Black Thorns he has been with tons of women and loves every minute of it until he comes across Sarah. He starts having feelings that he doesn't understand. Can't wait to see what happens next.
*** review via Obsessed by Books ***
Excerpt
His eyes are hard this time as he tells me, “Go, Sarah. I mean it.”
I shake my head. “No.”
He steps into me and growls. “Telling you for your own good. Fuck, do it. Go.”
“You can’t scare me away, Zeb.”
He growls to himself and moves away. “You think you can help me? That it?”
“Just tell me what you need.”
He scoffs. “What I need, huh?” He strides back to me and gets in my face, forcing me to back up. My ass hits the hood of the hummer. He leans in to me and slaps his hands down either side of me, boxing me in. “What I need ain’t something you can give me.”
“Wh…what?” I struggle to get out, finding it hard to breathe with him suddenly this close.
“I need to get some shit outta my head. Outta my system. And the way I do that is booze or sex. But both…both I gotta do hard-core. No holds barred. All right? You wanted to know. Now you do.”
He pushes off the truck and steps back from me.
“You need…your whores?”
His eyes narrow. “Ain’t no more whores for me!” he yells, really pissed at my question.
“What?”
“We’re together now! You and me. And I don’t cheat, woman! You hear me?”
Oh. Okay, then. I guess I have my answer on that at last. But then…then he’s saying now we’re together, he can’t get what he needs…sexually? How dare he?
“Come here!” I find myself demanding angrily all of a sudden.
He starts in surprise at this sudden flare up of spunkiness from me. It has him stepping up to me again. “Yeah?”
I hold my hands out to the sides. “Take it.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head vehemently.
“Why not?”
“Cuz…you ain’t…it ain’t you. Too rough…no…no…no.”
I grab his arms and his gaze snaps to mine. “Zeb, don’t tell me who, or what I am. How dare you think you can decide this for me? How dare you refuse to let me help you? For days you’ve just been avoiding me. And then you tell me we’re together…in your mind. It’s not fair! You can’t do this to me! You can’t decide everything in this…this…relationship of ours!” I stomp my foot and yell, “It’s not fair! Stop it!”
He just stares at me, unmoving, for several long seconds of intense silence.
And then he says, “Tell me to stop.”
Before I can get a word out, he lunges at me and attacks me with his mouth.
Oh shit!
He kisses me harder than he ever has. He doesn’t wait for my permission this time either, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. I can barely breathe as his lips, tongue and teeth devour my mouth, taking intense possession of every part.
He grabs my wrists then as he leans over me, forcing me to lay back on the hood of the truck. He pulls them up over my head and pins them there with one hand. With his other, he grabs my ass and jerks me up onto the hood so my back is flat against it.
He breaks our kiss as he climbs onto me, straddling my hips, while his hand continues to trap mine above my head, holding me at his mercy.
“Tell me. Tell me to stop, Sarah.”
I shake my head. “No,” I pant, struggling to catch my breath from the intensity.
He shakes off his cut and then he’s ripping his t-shirt over his head in the next second and revealing those amazing rock solid abs of his. He smirks at the look on my face as his fingers glide down to his jeans. He pops the fly and he’s pushing them down frantically then. He’s not wearing any boxers and I gasp when his dick comes into view, as he pushes them down to the middle of his thighs. And then he’s tugging down mine. He doesn’t even take the time to take my panties off. He just rips them off me roughly, making me cry out in surprise.
“Sarah,” he growls as his hand comes up again and holds my wrists down above my head.
He thrusts into me then, shocking me with the lack of warning.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”
He drives deep, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back in again hard, driving so incredibly deep. It’s rough and brutal and every thrust has me screaming from the ferocity of it. This is what he was trying to warn me about.
“Tell me,” he grinds out as he slams back into me once more. “Tell me…to…” he pulls out. “Stop!” he yells, thrusting deep again.
I shake my head from side to side.
Desperation clouds his face and he groans, “Sarah.”
He pulls out, grabs my hips and lifts me up, his every movement jerky and urgent. He carries me over to the workbench. And then he’s sweeping his hand over it, knocking all the clutter onto the floor. It crashes to the floor with thunderous clang after clang, echoing through the garage. He lays me down on it.
His hands grab my thighs roughly, his fingers pinching the soft flesh there. He spreads them wide, holding me open.
And then his mouth is on me
I shake my head. “No.”
He steps into me and growls. “Telling you for your own good. Fuck, do it. Go.”
“You can’t scare me away, Zeb.”
He growls to himself and moves away. “You think you can help me? That it?”
“Just tell me what you need.”
He scoffs. “What I need, huh?” He strides back to me and gets in my face, forcing me to back up. My ass hits the hood of the hummer. He leans in to me and slaps his hands down either side of me, boxing me in. “What I need ain’t something you can give me.”
“Wh…what?” I struggle to get out, finding it hard to breathe with him suddenly this close.
“I need to get some shit outta my head. Outta my system. And the way I do that is booze or sex. But both…both I gotta do hard-core. No holds barred. All right? You wanted to know. Now you do.”
He pushes off the truck and steps back from me.
“You need…your whores?”
His eyes narrow. “Ain’t no more whores for me!” he yells, really pissed at my question.
“What?”
“We’re together now! You and me. And I don’t cheat, woman! You hear me?”
Oh. Okay, then. I guess I have my answer on that at last. But then…then he’s saying now we’re together, he can’t get what he needs…sexually? How dare he?
“Come here!” I find myself demanding angrily all of a sudden.
He starts in surprise at this sudden flare up of spunkiness from me. It has him stepping up to me again. “Yeah?”
I hold my hands out to the sides. “Take it.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head vehemently.
“Why not?”
“Cuz…you ain’t…it ain’t you. Too rough…no…no…no.”
I grab his arms and his gaze snaps to mine. “Zeb, don’t tell me who, or what I am. How dare you think you can decide this for me? How dare you refuse to let me help you? For days you’ve just been avoiding me. And then you tell me we’re together…in your mind. It’s not fair! You can’t do this to me! You can’t decide everything in this…this…relationship of ours!” I stomp my foot and yell, “It’s not fair! Stop it!”
He just stares at me, unmoving, for several long seconds of intense silence.
And then he says, “Tell me to stop.”
Before I can get a word out, he lunges at me and attacks me with his mouth.
Oh shit!
He kisses me harder than he ever has. He doesn’t wait for my permission this time either, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. I can barely breathe as his lips, tongue and teeth devour my mouth, taking intense possession of every part.
He grabs my wrists then as he leans over me, forcing me to lay back on the hood of the truck. He pulls them up over my head and pins them there with one hand. With his other, he grabs my ass and jerks me up onto the hood so my back is flat against it.
He breaks our kiss as he climbs onto me, straddling my hips, while his hand continues to trap mine above my head, holding me at his mercy.
“Tell me. Tell me to stop, Sarah.”
I shake my head. “No,” I pant, struggling to catch my breath from the intensity.
He shakes off his cut and then he’s ripping his t-shirt over his head in the next second and revealing those amazing rock solid abs of his. He smirks at the look on my face as his fingers glide down to his jeans. He pops the fly and he’s pushing them down frantically then. He’s not wearing any boxers and I gasp when his dick comes into view, as he pushes them down to the middle of his thighs. And then he’s tugging down mine. He doesn’t even take the time to take my panties off. He just rips them off me roughly, making me cry out in surprise.
“Sarah,” he growls as his hand comes up again and holds my wrists down above my head.
He thrusts into me then, shocking me with the lack of warning.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”
He drives deep, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back in again hard, driving so incredibly deep. It’s rough and brutal and every thrust has me screaming from the ferocity of it. This is what he was trying to warn me about.
“Tell me,” he grinds out as he slams back into me once more. “Tell me…to…” he pulls out. “Stop!” he yells, thrusting deep again.
I shake my head from side to side.
Desperation clouds his face and he groans, “Sarah.”
He pulls out, grabs my hips and lifts me up, his every movement jerky and urgent. He carries me over to the workbench. And then he’s sweeping his hand over it, knocking all the clutter onto the floor. It crashes to the floor with thunderous clang after clang, echoing through the garage. He lays me down on it.
His hands grab my thighs roughly, his fingers pinching the soft flesh there. He spreads them wide, holding me open.
And then his mouth is on me
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She is a long-time lover of erotica and romance novels, especially those with sexy-as-sin alpha males. She decided to try her hand at writing her own and writing romance is now her obsession and the perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use!
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Giveaway
Innocence.
We’re all born with it. Navigating through life as though power, privilege, and money don’t rule the world. I’m guilty of it. I walked around, ignorantly thinking that the PITCREW, the most popular guys in high school, was where you wanted to be or who you wanted to date. They could have any girl they wanted, but they needed a challenge. They needed something to do to make their miserable existence exciting.
That’s where I came in.
How was I to know that the one night I willingly gave away my innocence would set off a chain of events, turning my world upside down?
Now, ten years later, it’s my turn to use sex, money, and lies to take from them all that they took from me . . . and more.
But the road to retribution has its twists and turns and I don’t want to make the innocent mistake of crashing.
