Missy heads out on her vintage motorcycle for what proves to be a ride of a lifetime. Every new road brings with it new friends, new experiences and even a sexy romp with a tattoo artist. It's summers' end when Missy rides into the small town of Waverly for Bike Week, and sets sight on the most beautiful man she's ever seen on two wheels.
Tommy marks the beginning of many hot, steamy nights. Is he Missy's 'happy ever after' or is there a twist around the next bend in the road, nobody saw coming?
“This is a book that captures the very essence of life. It may be a work of erotic fiction but my word - what a ride, a true journey through life.” Belt Drive Betty – Busted Knuckle Chronicles
“It's like a Harlequin Romance book on steroids, and is full of intrigue, excitement and hot, steamy sex scenes!” Mary Baker / Shreveport Motorcycle Travel Examiner
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~Excerpt~
Nadia’s warm breath whispered across her
bare neck as the needle danced between her shoulder blades. This tattoo
experience was nothing like Mikey’s. This tattoo couldn’t be associated with
pain at any level, but was more invigorating.
Every breath, in and out, brought a new
sensation never experienced. She couldn’t call it arousal, but beyond that,
more like discovering a new dimension to her senses.
Her breaths kept in perfect sync with
Nadia. The slightest move and her boobs brushed against the towel—her nipples
hard and aching to be touched. She tried to make sense of her newfound
awareness, but failed miserably.
Nadia’s raven black hair brushed her bare
shoulder, sending a shiver. Missy’s breath hitched, and her body tensed upon
feeling her lips graze her ear.
“I feel it too.” Her husky Russian accent
further heightened Missy’s arousal.
“That should do it.” The cool spray on her
back did nothing to extinguish the rising heat within her. “Go take a look in
the mirror.”
Slowly, Missy stood, struggling to mask her
body’s betrayal from Nadia. Careful to keep her eyes fixed on the floor, she
padded across the room to a full-length mirror propped against the wall. Nadia
stood behind her and held up a smaller one. The image she saw stole her breath away.
It was so much more than just a tattoo, a masterpiece.
Is
it possible to be even more lifelike than the portrait on my fender? How did
she capture the twinkle in Pops’ eyes reserved only for me?
“I don’t know what to say.” So moved, tears
rolled down her cheeks unchecked.
Nadia’s hand appeared from behind her and
gently captured a glistening droplet on her fingertip. With slow, measured
movement, the artist licked the tear with the very tip of her tongue. In one
fluid move, she placed a hand on both shoulders and spun her around. Startled, her
towel dropped to the floor.
Nadia held her gaze hostage with her
smoldering eyes, the towel forgotten. Missy swallowed hard as Nadia placed a
painted nail to her lips. “Hush.” She then trailed soft kisses from her mouth
to her neck.
Missy tilted back her head and closed her
eyes; the thump of her heart sounded in her ears. She sucked air through
clenched teeth as the artist’s lips found the roundness of her breast.
Her body tensed.
“Relax. I promise it won’t hurt.” With a
sly smile, Nadia cupped her sensitive breast, stooped to capture one of her
throbbing nubs between her teeth and tugged playfully.
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