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Elise plans on bringing all of the sexy stories in her head to life in her books. That’s a promise of lots of books to come.
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A year ago, I was on a long drive in California, listening to great music on the radio, and all day being passed by groups of leather-clad, outlaw-looking bikers. I got to daydreaming…and, well…Spring Break Renegade was born.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I wasn’t feeling so grand a half hour later when I was sitting on the side of the road, surrounded by grassy fields, out of gas. Oh right, there was a reason we had stopped at a gas station.
I leaned back against the car and tried, again, to get a signal on my cell phone. Instead of getting back on the main highway when I left the gas station, I had continued on the two-lane road heading north. Just for the hell of it. Twenty miles later and no cell signal.
I tossed my phone through the window onto the driver’s seat and crossed my arms, disgusted with Rick, disgusted with myself. When your boyfriend bites your ass hard enough to draw blood and gives you a bruise that lasts a week, it’s time to re-think your boyfriend. Even before pics of another girl show up on his phone.
I twitched. I could still vaguely feel that bruise on my behind, but the sun felt good on my face and the breeze was cool.
The rumble I heard in the distance couldn’t be thunder, could it? It sounded a lot like a storm approaching.
I peered down the road in the direction of the noise. Seconds later, three motorcycles came around the bend. The three riders all had black helmets, black vests, and the look of trouble. I moved to get back in the car but they were already close. Two guys pulled up behind my car, the guy in the lead pulled up in front. I was boxed in.
So I took up my best carefree slouch and made no secret of watching them.
All three guys got off their bikes and joined me next to my car. Mirrored sunglasses gave no hint of their eyes. One big guy had long gray hair pulled back in a low ponytail beneath his helmet, and I couldn’t tell much about what the other two looked like. Muscles. Tattoos. Baggy Levis. Pocket chains and plenty of rings on their hands.
“What’s up?” asked the guy who parked in front of me.
“Amazingly enough, I’m out of gas.”
He grinned and for some reason his straight white teeth surprised me. These guys went to the dentist?
“That’s not good,” he said, taking off his sunglasses. His eyes were a brilliant blue in the bright sunshine. He had a short goatee, more unshaven than trimmed in any manner.
I watched him while keeping the other two in my peripheral vision. So far, no one was making any sly moves.
“No, it isn’t. Would you mind letting someone know in the next town? Or making a call for me when you get there? I can’t get a cell signal out here.”
He kicked at the asphalt and looked at his friends with a shrug.
“The highway’s twenty miles back, but we’re heading north. It’ll be another two hours until Susanville. This place is kinda remote. What are you doing here anyway? You alone?”
The hair on the back of my neck prickled at his question. But I could hardly deny that I was alone. Frickin’ Rick had dragged me out to the edge of California’s beyond, it seemed.
My rage flared again and I kicked the toe of my boot against the tire. “My so-called boyfriend is back at the gas station. He was taking me on a road trip to Shasta. Something to do for spring break, you know?”
“Spring break?” He cocked his head.
“College. We go to Berkeley.”
He grinned again. “College girl.”
I looked him direct in the eyes. “I’m twenty-one years old and going to graduate next year with a degree in international economics.”
He nodded, still grinning. “Yeah. College girl.” He unbuckled his helmet and pulled it off. Sweat-drenched dark hair hung in his face and curled around his ears.
The guy was cute. I looked him over more carefully. Actually, the guy was hot. Average height, but lean and strong with tattoos covering his arms. And, wow, those eyes….
“Why aren’t you back at the gas station with him?” he asked.
“Because there was a photo on his phone of another girl with his teeth marks on her ass. That’s why.” I shot him the glare that I was harboring for Rick.
The guys all laughed. “Ouch,” said the cute one while one of the other guys muttered, “That’s messed up.”
“No shit. So I ditched the gas station after force feeding him a Twinkie.”
“A Twinkie?” the guy with the ponytail said.
“Yeah.” I smiled. “He hates Twinkies.”
That got them laughing again. So glad I could entertain.
“You must be stronger than you look,” the cute one said and his eyes gave me a more thorough once over.
“Not strong. Just fast.” I put my hands on my hips. “So, you going to help me?”
He exchanged looks with his friends and again, the back of my neck tingled. The two other guys strolled back to their bikes and had a conversation in lowered voices. I looked back at cute guy.
“All I need is for you to make a phone call when you get to the next town. I’ll give you the number of a friend of mine.”
He looked up and down the empty road. A stronger breeze blew over the field, carrying the scent of grain. “Now, that would hardly be chivalrous of me, leaving you out here all alone. What if ass-muncher showed up?”
“He’s not dangerous. Just lewd.”
“And still your boyfriend?”
“No fucking way.” I didn’t mutter this. It was a statement of fact.
“Fast and smart. Funny too.” He couldn’t seem to stop grinning at me and I let a brief answering smile sweep over my lips.
“Listen,” he said and moved closer. He slid a hand around my shoulder and urged me to walk with him a few steps away from the car. I shot a look back at the other two but they were gazing awkwardly out over the fields, as if they were common bird watchers out for a country ride.
The cute guy wore fingerless leather gloves and as he turned to face me, he ran one of those gloved hands down my arm.
“Here’s the deal. I can leave you here and make your phone call up the road for you, but I doubt anyone would get back here to you before nightfall.” He glanced around us. “You don’t want that. Or I could give you a ride to Susanville, but you’d definitely be stuck there over night, and still hours from Berkeley.” He ducked his head and looked at me through the strands of hair over his eyes. “Or I could give you a ride all the way back to Berkeley myself.”
My mouth fell open. I hadn’t expected that. “Seriously?”
“How long would that take us? To get all the way back to Berkeley on your bike?”
He rocked back on his heels and hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. “Five days.”
I frowned at him. “What? Five days?”
He shrugged. “I’m going down to the Bay Area in five days. I can bring you home then. Or you could take one of the other, slightly less appealing options. And listen, during these five days, any time you want me to drop you off anywhere, in any town we pass through, I promise to do it.”
“That’s nuts. What would we do for five days?”
His grin returned, wider than ever.
“Oh,” I muttered.
His blue eyes caught mine. I think his breath caught my breath too, because I suddenly felt a little light-headed. He was standing so close, I could smell him. And he smelled good. He looked great. My blouse suddenly felt too tight, my bra too restrictive, my jeans smothering my legs. I had a fast desperate vision of stripping everything off right here, in front of him.
I looked toward the car. If I stayed here, I would be sitting in the dark until who knew when. And all of Rick’s stuff was in there, except for his wallet and his phone, to keep me company. Otherwise, I’d be alone. At night. On a lonely country road.
“See, babe, this could be the most exciting spring break you’ve ever had. Next year you’ll be going out into the big ol’ world. This might be your last chance for reckless adventure.”
“What about them?” I hooked my thumb in the direction of the other two.
“You and I. We’ll go off on our own for a few days.”
“They won’t … I won’t be expected to …” I jerked my thumb at them again.
“Shit, it’s your boyfriend that’s kinky, not me. No way. You won’t be with anyone but me.”
“How do I know I’ll be safe?” I knew the answer to that before he pointed out the obvious.
I shook my head. “I’d be stupid to jump on the back of your bike. I don’t even know you.”
He nodded. “I guess you are a smart girl. I don’t blame you. I’ll call that number.” He held out his hand to me.
I chewed on my lip. I thought about my friend Shelly getting the call and trying to reach me here. I thought about Rick, the ass-munching asshole just twenty miles behind me. And I thought about this window of time, my last year in school next year. This gorgeous guy offering me a crazy fling for spring break. I crossed my arms, tucking my trembling hands into my armpits.
A look of such shock crossed his face, I was certain he was about to renege on the deal.
Oh, but then that devilish grin returned. “Grab your stuff.”
I took my backpack from the back seat as he strolled over to his friends and engaged them in whispered conversation. My duffle bag was in the back, but was too bulky for me to take on his bike, so I grabbed some essentials from it and stuffed them into my pack: panties, a denim miniskirt, a few blouses, my makeup bag and brush, a scarf, my birth control pills. I wondered what else I might need for a wild fling with an outlaw biker. On impulse, I tore into Rick’s bag and found his brand new, unused knife in its leather sheath. That also found its way into the bottom of my backpack.
“Ready?” The gorgeous one was back, holding out his hand for my pack.
“One last thing.” I leaned in to put the car key back into the ignition, leaving it in the off position. I slammed the door closed and turned to biker boy.
“Aren’t you going to roll up the window and lock the doors?” he asked.
“No.” I strode past him toward his bike.
“‘K,” he said and followed me. He handed me a black helmet. I put it on and he adjusted the straps until it fit perfectly. He stood back to look me over. Black helmet like his, sunglasses, my mid-length hair tickling my neck, flowered blouse, jeans, and knee high boots.
“Don’t you look sexy,” he said.
My grin matched his.
He swung onto the bike and looked at me over his shoulder. “Hop on, babe.”
I slid a leg over the seat behind him. When I settled in, I found that riding on the back of a bike behind a guy put me in close intimacy with his body. My breasts pressed to his back, the crotch of my jeans hitting his hips. He gunned the bike, the roar of it giving me both a thrill and a sense of foreboding. The back of his vest said “Northern Renegades,” which I figured was the name of his club, and below that was a picture of a skull. I leaned my cheek on the skull and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist.
The other two guys rolled up next to us. “See ya at Rusty’s tomorrow night,” the one with the ponytail said and they sped off.
“You ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be.”
He patted one of my hands at his waist and then we were off.