Gwendolyn Myers never thought about it until she runs into Marcus ‘Bowie’ Ford at the Pink Pussy. A run-down hotel at the edge of town. She’s on the run, but one taste of the sexy biker convinces Gwen that her running days might be over!
Just released on 2/15, and is available on Amazon!
Excerpt –
True to his word Bowie showed back up in twenty minutes. After his knock I gave myself one last glance in the mirror. He hadn’t given me any idea how to dress, and given how he dressed, and that Four Corners was a small town, I’m guessing casual. So I’d slipped on a pair of jeans, a white tank top, and pinned my hair up in a loose style.
I opened my door with a smile.
Bowie wasn’t smiling. In fact he looked pissed. A pissed-off Bowie was scary. “Did you fucking check before you opened the door?†My jaw dropped, and for a second I thought about lying to him, only I’m sure my expression gave me away.
“I knew it was you—”
“Really?†My comment seemed to piss him off more. “And what if I’d been your ex?†he snarled.
God, he was killing the mood. “Well, Greg’s not going to kill me, and I can handle him.â€
“The bruise on your cheek says you can’t.â€
Shit! What could I say to that?
“What if I’d of been someone here to rob you,†His sharp gaze moved up, and down my body. “What if I was a rapist?â€
I frowned. I was beginning to get angry. “Where are you going with this?â€
“I’m trying to get you to open up your eyes, Gwen. You’re traveling alone. You’re in a small town where you don’t fucking know anyone, staying in a cheap ass hotel across from a biker bar and adult store. And you just opened your fucking door without checking.â€
Bowie was really worked up over something, and I got the feeling that it wasn’t all about me. Something must have happened in the twenty minutes we’d been apart. My opening the door to him without asking who it was had obviously tipped him over the edge. I stared into his angry, glittering eyes, noticing the tic in his square jaw. The anger was fairly rolling off him.
“I know you,†I said after a while.
His eyes narrowed, and he leaned in. “You don’t know anything about me, babe. You think because we’ve fucked that you have me all figured out? I’m not a nice man, Gwen. I’ve done things. I run a dangerous club filled with messed-up fucks. Hell, I’m a messed-up fuck. We take what we want, and the only things important to us are money, pussy and freedom.â€
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