FORBIDDEN DESIRE
Copyright 2009 Carolina Valdez
ISBN-13:978-1-60272-532-4 (digital)
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EXCERPT – PG 13
“Don’t be afraid,” Brian whispered back to Cherie. “You’re going to a safe place. Get on.”
Clutching a laundry bag that carried her things, the frail young woman climbed onto the back of his rattle-trap Harley Davidson and wrapped her arms around him. In the pre-dawn moonlight, he rolled the bike over the drifting desert sand covering the hard earthen road until they were well away from the gang’s encampment and on the highway. There he stomped on the starter and the bike jumped to life with a noisy roar. It reminded him he needed to replace the muffler.
The terror in Cherie’s face tore at his gut as he bought her a Greyhound bus ticket to her grandparent’s home in Arizona and pressed money into her hand.
“Don’t call your parents. They live too close. Right now the only safe place is with your grandparents. Big Wally will come for you if he finds out where you are. Got that?”
Now tears streaked down her face. “I thought he was a nice guy, Johnny, or I wouldn’t have come.”
“Trust me, none of us are nice guys. Now up with you onto that bus.”
“But you’re nice,” she said, and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks.” She waved as the lumbering bus pulled away with a whoosh of releasing brakes and closing door.
Her thanks echoed in his mind as he rode back to the Huns’ camp. She’d been right. Sometimes–as Johnny–he doubted that goodness, felt almost corrupted by what was around him, but Brian Storm was a nice guy–only disguised as a bad one.
Poor kid. Stage-struck by big muscles, good looks, long hair caught back in a sexy pony tail, plus leather pants and a jacket that declared to the world Big Wally belonged to a powerful society, she’d hopped on the back of his bike one day and they’d roared off to adventure and romance.
Yeah, sure. Adventure and romance. Here in the searing heat of the Mohave high desert in rotting cabins with lousy plumbing and day-and-night rampant open sex. Yes. Poor, disillusioned, naive kid, he thought, as he crawled back into bed and fell asleep.
She deserved better…
* * * *
Because I’ve been in contact with police officers through some of my jobs, I decided to attend my town’s free Police Academy for Citizens. I can recommend it to everyone as an unbelievable learning experience. Although I certainly never saw him unclothed, I modeled Brian Storm after the handsome young undercover officer (obviously straight) who explained his job to us.
Although my husband was terrified the evening I rode with a female officer, the ride was something I wouldn’t have missed. The class laughed when, in sharing that experience, I said I hadn’t thought of it before, but that night I’d realized why the street cops are called patrol officers. “It’s because they patrol.”
Of course, I was laughing with them.
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