Motorcycle Man [NOOK Book]

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Tyra Masters has had enough drama to last a lifetime. Now, she's back on track and looking forward to her new, quiet life. Until she meets the man of her dreams. The tattooed, muscled biker plies her with tequila-and the best sex of her life. She knows it ...
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Overview

FIRST TIME IN PRINT!

Get ready to ride . . .

Tyra Masters has had enough drama to last a lifetime. Now, she's back on track and looking forward to her new, quiet life. Until she meets the man of her dreams. The tattooed, muscled biker plies her with tequila-and the best sex of her life. She knows it isn't the tequila and hot sex talking. He's the kind of man she's always wanted. Unfortunately, he's also her new boss . . .

Kane "Tack" Allen has a rule. He doesn't employ someone he's slept with. So when he learns he spent last night in bed with his new office manager, he quickly fires Tyra. Yet when Tyra stands up to him and fights for her job, Tack is intrigued. He tells her she can keep her job on one condition: no more sex. Ever. But as things heat up between them, Tack finds that he'll be the one breaking all the rules...

136,000 words
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Editorial Reviews

<b>Maryse's Book Blog</b> - Maryse.net
"I felt all of the rushes, the adrenaline surges, the anger spikes... my heart pumping in fury. My eyes tearing up when her my heart (I mean... her heart) would break." (On Motorcycle Man)
<b>Kati Brown</b> - DearAuthor.com
"There is something about them [Ashley's books] that I find crackalicious."
Patricia Smith - Booklist
"With Brock's raw side contrasted with Tess's innocence, Wild Man delivers a passionate, opposites-attract romance."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781455599233
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 12/11/2012
  • Series: Dream Man
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 2,985
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.

Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake.

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.

And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.


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Motorcycle Man


By Kristen Ashley

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2013 Kristen Ashley
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4555-9924-0



CHAPTER 1

I'll Make You Coffee


It was ten to eight when I held my breath and turned off Broadway into the wide, cement-covered drive that took me around the big warehouse auto supply store that was part of Ride's operation. I made it to the forecourt of the three-bay garage that was the other part of Ride's operation.

I studied the mammoth garage as I approached.

Ride Custom Cars and Bikes, my new place of employment, was world famous. Movie stars and Saudi Arabian sheiks bought cars and bikes from them. Their cars and bikes had been in magazines and they were commissioned for movies. Everyone in Denver knew about them. Hell, everyone in Colorado knew about them, and I was pretty sure most everyone in the United States too. I was pretty sure of this because I knew not that first thing about custom cars and bikes. In fact, I knew nothing about non-custom cars and bikes, but I still knew about Ride.

I also knew the Chaos Motorcycle Club owned the garage and four auto supply stores, this one in Denver, one in Boulder, another in Colorado Springs and the last one that just opened in Fort Collins. I knew the Chaos Motorcycle Club too. They were famous because of Ride and because many of their rough-and-ready- looking members had been photographed with their custom bikes and cars.

I also knew them because I'd partied with them.

And that day I was starting as the new office manager of the garage.

And that day was only one, single day after I'd been laid by Tack, the president of Chaos Motorcycle Club and, essentially, my boss.

And lastly, that day was only one single day and one single night after Tack had slam, bam, thank you ma'am'ed me.

"God," I whispered to my windshield as I parked in front and just beside the steps that led up to the door next to the triple bays of the garage, a door with a sign over it that said "Office," "I'm such a stupid, stupid, idiot."

But I wasn't an idiot. No, I was a slut.

I didn't know how to cope with being a slut. I'd never been one before. I did not jump into bed with men I barely knew. I did not have flights of fancy where I thought they were beautiful, perfect, motorcycle man daydreams come to life and therefore did tequila shots with them and then had hours of wild, crazy, delicious, fantastic sex with them.

That was not me at all.

I was not the kind of person who lived life like Tack did. I was thirty-five and I had lived a careful, quiet, risk-free life. I weighed decisions. I measured pros versus cons. I wrote lists. I made plans. I organized. I thought ahead. I never took one step where I wasn't absolutely certain where my foot would land. And if I found myself in a situation that was unsure, I exited said situation, pronto.

Until two months ago, when I looked at my life and the toxic people in it and I knew I had to get out.

So I got out. I didn't plan it. I didn't measure the pros and cons. I didn't organize my exit strategy. I didn't think ahead. When I'd had the epiphany and realized where I was, how dangerous it was, how unhealthy it was, I had no idea where I'd land when I jumped off the ride that was my life. I just straightened from my desk chair at work, grabbed my personal belongings, shoved them in a box and walked out. I didn't even tell my boss I was going. I just went.

And I didn't go back.

For the next two months I bought the paper every Wednesday and opened it to the want ads section. On each page of the want ads, I closed my eyes and pointed. If I was qualified for the job my finger touched, I applied for it.

That was the extent of my plan.

My best friend, Lanie, thought I was nuts. I couldn't say she was wrong. I had no idea what I was doing, why I was doing it, where I was going and what would happen once I got there.

All I knew was that I had to do it.

So I was.

Now I was here and here was where I decided I needed to be. I'd spent all day the day before trying to figure out if I should show for my new job or not. I'd screwed everything up, literally, and I hadn't even started the job yet. I didn't want to see Tack. I never wanted to see him again. The very thought was so humiliating, I felt my skin burning and I had that very thought nearly constantly since I slid out of his bed, dressed and, mortified, slithered out of his room.

But I had been out of work for two months. I had a nest egg but I also had a mortgage. I had to find employment. I had to start my life again. Whatever I was supposed to be doing, I had to do it. Whatever I needed to find, I had to find it.

There was no going back now. I'd jumped out of the roller coaster at the top of the crest, just before it took the plunge and I was falling.

I had to land sometime and it was here that I was going to land.

So I'd been a slut. There were lots of sluts out there, hundreds of thousands of them. Maybe millions. They went to work every day and some of them surely went to a workplace where there were people with whom they'd had sex. They probably didn't blink. Their skin probably didn't burn with mortification. They probably didn't care. They probably just found a new workmate or random guy that made their heart beat faster and their skin tingle with excitement and then they slept with him. They probably liked it. No, they probably loved it.

That was part of life, wasn't it? That was part of living, right? You did stupid stuff because it felt good and if you screwed up, you moved on. Everyone did that. Everyone.

Now, even me.

And damn it, I'd been on a scary, freaky roller coaster for a long freaking time. That whole time, I had my eyes closed and ignored the scary, freaky stuff that was happening around me. I was too scared to open my eyes and take a risk on life.

No more of that.

So I slept with my boss. Who cared?

I sucked in a deep breath, hitched my purse on my shoulder, threw the door to my car open and got out. Then I looked around the space. It was early and clearly bikers didn't do early. There was no one there. There was a line of bikes, five of them parked in front of the Compound, which was a long, rectangular building to the side of the forecourt separating the garage from the auto supply store. There was a beat-up pickup truck parked behind the auto supply store. Nothing else. No movement. No sound.

Eloise was supposed to meet me at eight to show me the ropes. I figured I was early but I walked up the steps and tried the door anyway. It was locked. I turned to face the forecourt and looked at my watch. Seven minutes to eight.

I'd wait.

I took my purse off my shoulder, dug my cell out, slid my purse straps back over my shoulder and texted Lanie.

I'm here.

Approximately five seconds later, Lanie texted back.

OMG! Why? Are you nuts?

I'd told my best friend about the motorcycle club party I'd attended and I'd told her about my new boss's slam, bam, thank you ma'am. I did this in an attempt to stop my skin from burning when I thought of it because every girl knew, a problem shared with her best friend was a problem lost. Though I'd learned a new life lesson, and this was that those problems mostly were discussions of what to wear on first dates or whether or not you should invest in that fabulous wrought iron wine rack from Pottery Barn and not the fact that you'd had a one-night stand with your new boss. I learned this because even after sharing with Lanie, it didn't help.

Lanie was of a mind that I shouldn't show at my new job and what I should do was my want-ad finger-pointing thing for another two months, or twelve, just as long as I never entered Tack's breathing space again. Then again, Lanie had a really good job as an advertising executive and was living with her fiancé, Elliott. She didn't have to worry about her nest egg depleting not only because she was talented, in great demand and therefore made a more than decent salary but also because Elliott was a genius computer programmer and made big bucks. Huge. She was spending ten thousand dollars on flowers alone for her wedding. Their catering budget sent my heart into spasm. And her dress cost more than my car.

My thumb went across the number pad and I texted back, Not nuts. I need a paycheck.

Five seconds later, Lanie texted, What if you see him?

I was prepared for that and I'd spent a lot of time preparing for seeing Tack again. Indeed, I'd spent all night doing it considering I had all of two hours of sleep.

If I see him, I see him, I texted back. I'm embracing my inner slut.

To this, I received, You don't have an inner slut!!! You're Tyra Masters. Tyra Masters is NOT a slut!!!

She is now, I replied, adding, or she was Saturday night.

No more flying solo, Lanie texted in return, then right on its heels came, Any and all future social events you attend, I'm your wingman.

I smiled at my phone, heard a door slam and my head came up. Then my lungs seized.

Shit! There was Tack standing outside the door to the Club's Compound. He was wearing faded jeans, motorcycle boots and a skin-tight white t-shirt. Even from a distance I could see his hair was a sexy, messy bed head. And I knew why since he was currently making out with a tall, thin, dark-haired woman, and when I say making out, I mean making out. They were going at it, her hands at his fantastic ass, his hands at hers.

God, I'd been in his bed Saturday night and he had a new woman in his bed last night, Sunday. And he hadn't walked me to the door and made out with me to say good-bye. Hell, he hadn't even said good-bye.

Damn.

I closed my eyes tight and swallowed and when I did, it hurt ... a lot.

Okay, maybe I couldn't do this.

I opened my eyes and pinned them to the phone, my thumb flying over the number pad.

He just walked out of the Compound, I told Lanie.

Two seconds later, I received, OMG!!!!

He's making out with a brunette, I informed her.

OMG!! OMG!!! OMG!!!! Get out of there! Lanie texted back.

I heard an engine cough to life and lifted my head to see the brunette in the beat-up pickup. My eyes slid to Tack to see his on me. My gaze shot back to the truck to see the brunette was waving at Tack but he was done with her. I knew this because she was waving at him but when I looked back to him he was not paying a bit of attention to her and was walking my way.

I looked back down at my phone and typed in, She's taking off. He's coming to me.

I sent my message and stared at the phone, not lifting my head and trying hard not to bite my lip or, say, have an embarrassment-induced seizure.

"Red," I heard when my phone beeped in my hand, and luckily I didn't have to lift my head immediately because I was reading Lanie's latest message.

Escape, Tyra, go, go, go!!!!

"Red," I heard from closer, and I finally lifted my head to see that Tack was three of the eight steps up and climbing toward me.

He looked good. Everything about him looked good. The way his clothes fit. The way his hair looked like he'd just got out of bed and run his fingers through it. The way those lines radiated out the sides of his eyes. The way his body moved.

Nope, I couldn't be a slut. I should have listened to Lanie.

"Hey," I forced out.

My skin started burning and I was pretty sure it was pink top to toe as his eyes slid the length of me. When he made it to the top of the steps, he looked down at me and he didn't look happy.

"What're you doin' here?" he asked.

I stared at him, surprised. I mean, I'd told him on Saturday night I was his new office manager.

Didn't I?

So I said, "I work here."

"You what?"

"I work here."

His eyes did a top-to-toe again then he repeated after me, "You work here."

"Yes, Eloise hired me. I'm taking over for her. I'm your new office manager."

He stared down at me and he didn't look any less unhappy. In fact, he looked unhappier.

Then he stated, "You're shittin' me."

I fought against biting my lip again, succeeded and shook my head.

Apparently, Tack wasn't a big fan of working alongside women he'd loved and left. Or, in my case, loved and then kicked out of his bed.

I found this interesting, not in a good way, but it was interesting nonetheless.

Then Tack announced, "You don't work here anymore."

I blinked up at him as my hand automatically reached out and grasped the railing beside me.

"What?" I whispered.

"Babe, not good," he growled. "What the fuck were you thinkin'?"

"About what?" I asked.

He leaned in and it hit my fogged, stunned, fired-before-I-even-started brain that he was even unhappier than before, and I had to admit, it was a little scary.

"I do not work with bitches who've had my dick in their mouth," he declared, and that was when my skin stopped burning and felt like it was combusting.

"But," I started when I could speak again, "I thought I told you I was your new office manager."

"You did not," he returned.

"I'm pretty sure I did," I told him.

"You didn't," he replied.

"No, I think I did."

He leaned even closer to me and growled, "Red. You. Did. Not."

"Okay," I whispered because he was now definitely scaring me but also because I actually wasn't pretty sure I did, I was just kind of sure I did.

"I do not fuck anyone who's got my signature on their paycheck," he again made his opinion perfectly clear, and my mind raced to find a solution to this new dilemma at the same time it struggled with fighting back the urge to run as fast as I could to my car and peel right the heck out of Ride Custom Cars and Bikes forecourt and get as far away from this freaking scary guy as I could.

I mean, what was I thinking? I thought he was beautiful. Perfect. My motorcycle dream man.

Boy, was I wrong. Very, very wrong. He wasn't. He was a rough-and-ready motorcycle man, the president of a motorcycle club, and he was downright frightening.

With effort, I pulled myself together.

Then I told him, "Okay, that works for me. Minor blip. We forget it happened and since it's never going to happen again, we move on from this and you don't have to break your no-sleeping-with-employees rule in order to, um ... employ me."

"We forget it happened?" he asked, looking even angrier.

"Uh ... yeah," I answered.

"The rule's broken, babe, no unbreaking it," he returned.

"It's not broken," I told him.

"Red, it's broken."

"It isn't."

"It is."

"It isn't," I stated, and he opened his mouth to speak again, his face hard, his eyes flashing and I quickly went on to explain my reasoning. "See, you said you don't sleep with anyone who's got your signature on their paycheck. Eloise hired me but I hadn't actually started. So, I didn't have your signature on my paycheck because I'd only had the job offer. I wasn't actually doing the job. I walk in that door," I pointed to the office door, "that's when I'm your employee and since we're not, erm ... you know ... and won't again, then, technically, you didn't break your rule and, um ... won't."

"I know what you taste like," he informed me of something I already knew.

This was an odd and slightly rude thing to share so I had no response.

"And what you sound like when you come," he continued being rude.

This was not getting better and I clenched my teeth to stop myself biting my lip.

"And how fuckin' greedy you are," he went on. "Babe, you think you're around I'm not gonna want seconds, you're fuckin' crazy."

I blinked.

Then I asked quietly, "What?"

"Darlin', you're the greediest piece of ass I've had in my bed in a long fuckin' time. I got a taste for greedy, you think I'm not gonna take it?"

Now he was definitely being rude.

"I'm not greedy," I whispered.

He leaned back. "Jesus, you fuckin' are. So fuckin' hungry, you nearly wore me out. And, darlin', that's sayin' something."

This was already not fun and it was getting less fun by the second.

"Can we not talk about this?" I requested.

"Yeah, absolutely, we can not talk about this. That works for me. It also works for me you showed since you didn't leave your number before you took off on Saturday. So give me your number, get your ass in your car and I'll call you when I got a taste for you."

Oh my God. Did he just say that?


(Continues...)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2013

    Loved Motorcycle Man

    This is a great read with a GOOD ending. This doesn' t fall short. Women if you like Sons of Anarchy, I think you will enjoy this.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2012

    Hooked!

    This was the second book I read from K.A. I absolutely loved it (of course). I did not want it to end! Its over 900 pages. All I got to say is get the books now (3.99) before she becomes a best seller (which I am surprised she is not yet) and they are 7.99 a book! BTW when is Tabby's story comming? I am eagerly awaiting!!!!

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2012

    Tacky

    This guy is such a loser. Agressive in the extreme. What woman out there would tolerate their man saying, "I own this!" I nearly busted a gut laughing. I let my husband read it and he just shook his head and said "Tacky." I totally understood him.

    3 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2012

    Hot!

    Loved Tack and Tyra!!! I think this my fav of the "Dream Man" series.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2013

    Just WOW

    To some, Tack will come off as abusive. To me, he is just a man who needs to be ruff to live day to day with what happened in his past trying to mix sweet Red into it the best way he knows how. Just awesome! If you are new to Kristin Ashley, do yourself a favor, go to her website and read the link that describes the best order to read her books. Could you read them each as a stand alone? Sure, but some (most) of the people mentioned in previous books make a showing in her later books and its awesome how they all wind together!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2012

    Love it !

    Love Tack. Want tack.... love this story...great book

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 10, 2012

    Enjoyable read!

    Enjoyable read!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 14, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    Loved the Dream Man Series

    Kristen Ashley does not disappoint...Loved Tack and Tyra!!!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2013

    Wow my favorite book by KA so far, wish i could find more author

    Wow my favorite book by KA so far, wish i could find more authors that write like she does. Can not wait for the Chaos series!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 5, 2013

    Loved this book!

    Loved this book!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2013

    Awesome Read

    LOVE Kristen Ashley! Her books are well written and weave a wonderful tale! Working my way through reading all her books, they are the best!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2013

    This is my second favourite book from Kristen Ashley, the first

    This is my second favourite book from Kristen Ashley, the first in this serie was my favourite of all her books, that I already have read. I didn't read all the rock chic series,just the first one. I read others books from her, I liked all except the second in this serie. The motorcycle man I just didn't give five stars because I would have liked more intensity from Tack when Gwen got hurt, I thought that kristen should have explored more about his feelings for her, like in the first book when Hawk thought that Gwen could die and rethink all their relationship, but I still liked this book very much.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2012

    Fell in love with a biker <3!!

    Loved this story. Red and Tack make an awesome couple. They brought color to my world!!!<3

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 5, 2012

    Guilty Pleasure

    Tack is arrogant, obnoxious, domineering and at times a complete jerk...I loved every moment! While the writing is occassionally redundant, Ashley stays true to her Bad Boys. They are not always nice but always protective of their women and sexy as hell.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2013

    Awesome!

    My favorite in the series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2012

    Loved it,

    This story was captivating & I fell in love with Tack.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2012

    Loved it

    It was so good to read that i stayed up all night and kept reading. ALLNIGHT.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2012

    RUINED

    MS. ASHLEY...YOU HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING! I have read the entire dream man series and am now ruined forever. I need a man like Kane and I need him NOW!! The author has a wonderful way of pulling you into the story and making you care about each character. I want to be part of an mc club and have my own band of sexy, alpha heros. Life is soooo not fair.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2012

    Best of the series!

    I absolutely fell in love with Tack! I have read this book three times and cant wait for the next book in the Chaos series! A great read that you cant put down!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 26, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    Loved it!

    I love Tack! He's raw, impossible, dominating, enigmatic, rude, strong, sexy, protective, loving...a combination of characteristics that would drive most women mad and out of his life. But Tyra stands up for herself even when its in opposition to what Tack says (you should read that as "demands"). Sparks fly, feelings are hurt, sex is steamy, confusion abounds, and then there are the moments that make your breath catch. Tack holding his woman by the throat catches your attention - once you learn why, you catch your breath. This one will definitely be read over and over again.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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