Free Riders: A Biker Erotic Romance - Plot & Excerpts
No Sabrina, you can’t quit now. Grow a pair and walk in. I took a deep breath and smoothed down my leather jacket, regretting my last-minute purchase of a form-fitting dress as I pulled up on my neckline without letting my hemline creep up. “Coming in, Sugar?” The bulked-up bouncer smiled at me. The tattoo wrapped around his right forearm marked him as a member of the Asphalt Knights. My friend pushed me from behind as she whispered in my ear. “You wanted to live on the edge, Sab,” she reminded me. She was right. It was time for me to shed my good girl image and get my nose out of my books. I took a step forward. “You ladies got invitations?” The bouncer asked. My friend stepped in front of me and reached into her purse for our invites, handing them over without a trace of fear. The bouncer looked over the shiny pieces of paper. “Melina Samuels and Sabrina Wilkens.
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