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MC Suspense RomanceDate Published: 10/15/19
She was on the run.
He might be her salvation.
Would you give yourself to a stranger? 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!
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Excerpt
I watched his hand slowly descend but before it reached my cheek another hand shot out, out of nowhere, clamped around the drunk’s thick wrist, and stopped his arm in mid air. Heat radiated off a presence behind me and I slowly turned, catching my breath. My eyes locked onto the narrowed, fear-provoking gaze of my savior, the hunky biker. His warm, whiskey laced breath bathed my forehead, and my gaze fell to his mouth, which was way too close. For a crazy second I wondered what kissing those sensuous lips would taste like.
Realizing that I was staring I glanced up at him.
“Run little girl, things are about to get fucking ugly.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to cause any trouble.”
“Then you should have heeded to my warning.” His tone said he was annoyed that I hadn’t. “Now get the fuck out of here.”
I opened my mouth to speak but his expression darkened even more. I shivered from the intensity, realizing that his anger was directed at me as much as the drunk. I didn’t know this man, and it occurred to me that I didn’t want to. He might be hot as hell, but danger dripped from every pore.
He looked determined, and dangerous.
I don’t know why I listened to him, but suddenly my arm was released, and I was heading toward the door. On my way there I dodged other bikers who were quickly heading toward the bar. I heard a loud commotion start but didn’t turn around. Once I hit the door and was outside, I took a deep breath, not realizing until then that I’d been holding my breath.
Fuck! My heart was racing a mile a minute. That was…intense, and had happened so fast. I couldn’t recall ever striking anyone before. My reaction to the biker’s command pissed me off because Greg had always told me what to do. I didn’t need some stranger taking his place, even if it was my fault for jumping when he said jump. If I was going to make it on my own then I needed to exert myself.
I checked for traffic before crossing the road to the hotel. I made it all the way to my door before remembering that I’d forgotten my damn sandwich. Crap! Well, I wasn’t going back. The cheese and crackers I’d picked up at a convenience store earlier would have to do until morning. I unlocked my door, and headed straight to the bathroom, thinking about a nice long soak in the tub.
*Some of this book has been previously published. New cover. New title. New and updated content.
About the author:
Tory Richards is an Amazon bestselling author who writes smut with a plot. Born in Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida where she went to school, married, and raised her daughter. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time with family and friends, traveling, and writing.
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