Biker Babe
Princess. That’s what the club calls me. I’m not frilly, into pink, or expect a man to woo me with chocolates and flowers. I don’t need candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach.
I’m not the girl you take home to your parents. I like wild, fun, and good times. I’m the kind of girl you put on the back of your bike and ride through the night…in more ways than one.
I like the wind in my hair and the open road before me. I was born a biker princess and I’ll be one until the day I die. The man in my life can try to tame me, but he’ll have one hell of a fight on his hands. Though if he wins, he’ll get the ultimate prize…all of me. Devoted. His old lady through thick and thin.
So when I opened my store, aptly named Biker Babe, I didn’t expect to have the biggest, sexiest, most jaw-dropping man walk into my shop and set my world on fire. I wanted him instantly. Only problem, my father is the president of the Hero’s Pride MC, and Taggart “Rex” Crawford is his new Vice President.
Our Pride likes to live wild and ride free but everyone knows the President’s daughter is off limits.
The Biker Beauties is a collection of interconnected standalone novellas. They can be read out of order if desired. They are high in heat, but don’t forget the sweet.
Excerpt
“Seriously? I deserve to know. Am I nuthin’ but a piece of untouchable ass?” My throat got tight, and I had to clench my jaw in order not to cry.
Lesson number one about being a biker babe. Tough girls do not cry. At least not in front of anyone. In the shower, sure. At night when you’re alone…definitely. Never in front of a brother or all hell would break loose, and you’d lose some of your street cred.
“Fuck no. And believe me, in the last two days, I’ve asked about you. A lot. The brothers love you. Every last one of ’em. They’re your family. A couple prospects want to tag you, but I cut those thoughts off immediately. They didn’t know better. Not then anyway.”
I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and swallowed the rest of my fear and anxiety down. “And what about you? What do you think about me?” I lifted my chin proudly.
His brown-eyed gaze swirled a dark caramel color that I could have gotten lost in. “I think you’re nuthin’ but beauty.”
A flash of heat exploded in my chest so fast I had to clutch at my heart to hold back the desire to bum rush him and wrap my arms around his naked skin. Instead, I dug into my jeans pocket for the soft velvet bag I’d hidden there. “I got you a present.” With shaking fingers, I held out the black bag.
Rex reached out and dangled the small bag between his fingers. “What’s this for?” He held the bag in front of him but didn’t open it to see what was inside.
“You saved my ass. Besides, you’re new. Taking the place of a well-loved man. That can’t be easy, so I figured I’d commemorate that by giving you a little something. It was made by a local artist, my friend Sonia. It’s one of a kind; there are no others like it.”
His lips tipped up into a small smile, but I couldn’t help letting my gaze skate over his bare torso. The man was muscle on top of lean muscle. He reminded me of that actor Jason Momoa right up to the tribal tats coasting up his left arm. He was ridiculously hot, and I had to grip my hands into fists so that I wouldn’t touch him.
He cocked a dark slash of a brow my direction in what I could only assume was a question.
“Just open it,” I huffed, and he grinned.
He pulled on the small string holding the little pouch closed and tipped it so the handmade silver ring fell into his palm. He set the velvet bag on his dresser behind him and fingered the ring. It was a wide silver band that had a phoenix rising from fire and ashes on the front, its talons curled around an icy moonstone. The entire thing was large and would sit base to knuckle on a man’s finger. It was intricate, detailed, and something only a badass biker could pull off.
He moved the ring to his index finger on his left hand and slid it on. It fit perfectly and looked smokin’ hot on him.
I smiled and waited a long time for him to say something while he stared at it on his finger so long I swore I could hear the crickets outside singing “Unchained Melody”.
Just when I thought he wasn’t going to speak, and I’d given up and decided to leave him alone, he reached out, cupped my neck with one hand, my hip with the other, and crushed our bodies together. He tipped my head up, and his lips came down over mine like a hurricane. Wet, forceful, and all consuming.
He took from my mouth as though he could drink for days. As though it was his right.
I gave him everything. My lips, my tongue, my heart…in a single fucking kiss.
We kissed for ages, our tongues dancing, teeth nipping, lips demanding, until we couldn’t continue any longer.
Rex pulled away first, gasping for air, but kept his forehead pressed to mine.
“That’s it,” he grated breathlessly, his mouth so close I could smell the mint from his toothpaste.
“That’s what?” I breathed against his lips, my arms wrapped around his bare shoulders, my hands exploring his smooth, muscular back.
“That’s the end.” He rubbed his forehead along mine and palmed my ass.
I mewled into the feeling of his hand on my bottom, but more so, against the hard rod of steel pressing against my belly through the flimsy towel he had around his hips.
Then his words penetrated my kiss-muddled brain, and I stilled. “The end?”
He nodded. “Yeah, the end of all women who came before you. You’re it. My beginning and end. I’m claiming you.”