In honor of me moving my website and deleting my blog database in the process, I thought I’d welcome you to December with a teaser from my upcoming novella Rode Hard, which will be in the anthology: WHAT WHITE BOYZ RIDE. Enjoy!
Gina looked at the biker lounging in front of her hotel, and forgot how to walk. The opening riff from “Back in Black” by ACDC pounded inside her brain as she took in the most awesome display of manly temptation that she’d ever seen.
Mr. Temptation lounged on one of those custom motorcycles that she’d caught on a recent TV show–a chopper. Scuffed black boots encased his feet. The faded jeans looked as if they’d been painted on, as did the gleaming white T-shirt he wore, both showing every dent and bulge of his muscled physique. Dark stubble shadowed his cheeks and chin, balancing out the honey blond hair that hung carelessly about his face.
She couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark sunglasses, but it didn’t matter. What she could see was more than enough. Everything about the man screamed, “Bad Boy! Stay Away!”
Exactly what she was looking for.
Smiling, she tilted down her sunglasses to admire the view. “I bet that’s a nice ride.”
The biker returned her smile, dimples appearing like slashes in his cheeks. “So I’ve been told.”
Whoa, papi. “Hhm, I guess I’ll have to try that out sometime.”
“There’s no time like right now,” he said, gesturing either at the bike or his crotch, she wasn’t sure which.
Gina laughed. “Unfortunately, I’m here for business.”
“Well, maybe you should think about mixing some pleasure in with the business,” he told her. “I’d be happy to give you a ride you won’t forget.”
Go for it, girl. Isn’t this what you came down here for?
“You know what? I think I’ll take you up on that.” Let’s see how serious you are. “I need to get checked in, but I can be back downstairs in about half an hour. If you’re here when I come back, I’d enjoy a tour of Daytona from the back of your bike.”
“And I’d enjoy giving it to you.” Mr. Bad Boy Biker grinned. “The tour that is. Go on and get checked in. I’ll be parked over there.”
He revved his engine, then eased away from the curb as smooth as you please. Gina watched him pull into one of the front parking spaces then turned for the door, hoping her tongue wasn’t dragging the ground after her. That man was trouble if ever there was such a thing. And she planned to get into a whole lot of trouble before the day was done.