Hope was something Marie was about to give up. Stuck in the middle of nowhere working under her tyrannical mother, the shapely young woman doesn't feel like she's ever going to find happiness.
But when Hunter and his motorcycle gang roll into town, she finds that the leader of the pack has serious eyes for her. But accepting a rough individual with a shady past's love is no easy task, and with her mother threatening to disown her, Marie has to find her own courage to get what she wants out of life.
This 13,500 word erotic novella tells the story of a big beautiful woman and her pursuit by a delinquent biker who certainly doesn't fit anyone's common definition of gentleman. Not for readers under the age of 18.
I heaved a sigh, realizing there was much work that unfortunately I had to deal with. Broken tables, stools....and glass too. Great, have to try to not cut myself. I went to lift up a table leg, only to have someone beat me to it. Hunter.
"What...you don't have to do this. It's part of my job to clean up after...uhh, messy patrons."
"Do you always have to do it alone?" He asked me, gathering up broken bits and pieces of wood.
"Yes. I pretty much do everything in this bar." If he insisted on helping, I went to get a broom and dustpan for the shattered glass.
"It's not your bar though, I'm gathering."
"No. My mother's."
"And she makes you do everything yourself, not lifting a finger of her own?"
"She's pretty old. She does the accounting and stuff." He kept up his pace of helping me, following my non-verbal cues on what to do with all of this stuff.
"Can't hire someone, like a bouncer? Who'd protect you if something went wrong...?"
"We usually don't have that issue."
"You would have. Eddy would have did something if I didn't stare him down."
My eyes closed, my head shaking. "It isn't worth worrying about. I work for my mother. I work for my living. I live in this town. That's all there is to it, Mr. Hunter."
He stopped what he was doing and let out a cackle. "Mr. Hunter... "
I was always taught never to question the good things that happened to you too much, but in this case, I had to know. "...Why are you doing this?"
"Why are you helping me? Why are you standing up for me? ...Why did you kiss me...?"
I stood, waiting for his explanation, on why I was so special when I so clearly was not.
He ran his hand over his coarse beard, and looked over the bar. "You're mostly done with the bar, aren't ya?"
I gave a look over...with his help, yeah, it was mostly done. Maybe sweep up a little more. "Yes...but..."
"Come with me." He took my hand, removing the broom from it, and pulled me towards the door.
I stumbled out into the night air. He guided me to the side of the building, where his hefty bike sat upright and parked. It didn't look like any bike I ever saw, giving me the idea that he was into building his own monster for the roads.
He released my hand, and hopped on, roaring it's engine on, and calling at me over its sound, adept at speaking louder than the motor. "Hop on, Marie."
"What...No!" I didn't even know how to ride a bicycle. A motorcycle scared the living daylights out of me.
"It'll be just fine, I promise ya..." That soft smile... it did quite the number on my fear.
"Where do you want to take me...?"
"For a ride. To nowhere... I need this. Get on."
I looked to see if he somehow had an extra helmet or something...then realizing he wasn't even wearing one helmet. I glanced back at the bar... and back at Hunter. He was likely a criminal, a man who celebrated the fact that he didn't play by society's rules, and he just got out of a bar brawl. He wasn't the typical man for a girl like me. But the final thought that came to my head was... what's the worst that can happen?
Rosabella Raines is an infatuation junkie, enticed by love and all of the sinful pleasures it can lead to. She enjoys sharing tales of the pursuit of this love in hopes of relishing those fantasies and lovely heroes we seek.