BDSM Romance, Contemporary
Date Published: June 6, 2025
When Fiona sees a gorgeous cowboy ride up on his Harley, she figures it’s
her lucky day. Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match!
She really isn’t in the market for a lover, or a partner, or some guy to
give her a sappy-sweet happily ever after. Been there, done that, got the
scars to prove it. They can tell each other a few lies, scratch each other’s
itches, then go their separate ways.
The last thing she needs is to hook up with some guy she’ll smack headlong
into at church tomorrow. She just wants a nice one-night stand. She plans to
be long gone come breakfast time.
Simple, right? So how did it all go so very wrong?
EXCERPT
Fiona wasn’t really in the market for a lover or a partner or some
guy to give her a sappy, sweet, happily ever after. Been there, done that,
got the scars to prove it. She didn’t believe in any of that romance
novel type crap. All she needed was a nice quick fuck to take the edge
off.
Okay, maybe not so quick. She was wound pretty tight. It could take a
while. She’d be happy spending a few hours trying out different
positions and options. According to the Kama Sutra there were over
sixty-four sexual positions, and she’d only tried about a dozen of
them, tops. Lots of fun still waiting in those pages.
She didn’t want any strings attached, though. She hated it when the
guy felt he had to pretend to care about her just to get into her panties.
She planned to be long gone before it was time to discuss breakfast
options.
She wasn’t some weak-kneed virgin with stars in her eyes. She knew
the score. She’d been married at the tender age of seventeen and the
term “hell on Earth” didn’t begin to describe it. Sure he
said he cared, but his brand of caring had left her so gun-shy she refused
to attend any and all weddings, let alone participate in one in any way. At
twenty-two, she was done trusting anyone else with her happiness or
well-being.
She still bore the scars from her last tiff with the hubby, and the bill
from a month spent in the hospital recuperating. The doctor said he could
maybe do something about the scars, make them less visible, but she figured,
why bother? She’d earned them, and at the current interest rate on the
loan she’d had to take out to pay the hospital bill, she’d still
be paying for them a decade from now.
She picked a bar four towns over for her evening’s activities. No
chance she might run into the guy at church the next day. She attended
church every single Sunday, rain or shine. Not sure why. Not sure if she
still believe in God and heaven, but she sure as shit didn’t want to
go back to hell.
Again, been there, done that.
The flashing neon sign over the door claimed the beer was cold and the band
was hot. She felt the corner of her lips curl up in a smile. Now that
sounded like exactly the kind of place where she’d find what she was
looking for.
She pulled her old Chevy truck into the parking lot and undid the top four
buttons on her blue-checked shirt. She had decent boobs, and the frilly
black bra she’d bought last week showed the cleavage off nicely. She
was wearing jeans and cowboy boots, and she’d spent a goodly amount of
time on her makeup.
She knew she looked good. Not office-type good, but I-want-to-get-laid
good. The blue shirt showed off her eyes, and the jeans showed off her ass.
She had to suppress a giggle at the thought of her co-workers. Her day job
was as a receptionist at a church and her boss, Reverend Mac, would have a
heart attack if he saw her in this outfit.
If she didn’t get laid tonight it wouldn’t be for lack of
trying.
The sound of a motorcycle approaching at Mach One had her turning her head.
Sure enough, a Harley the size of a small tugboat roared into the lot and
the rider did some fancy maneuvering to bring it to a stop without standing
it on the handlebars. The guy was either showing off for someone she
couldn’t quite see, or he needed a cold beer worse than she needed to
get laid.
That piqued her curiosity. She needed to get laid pretty bad.
She’d made the mistake of thinking she could get along without a man
but it turned out that adult toys only went so far toward satisfying her
carnal cravings. Nothing felt quite as good as a hot, hard cock ramming into
her pussy, and it needed to have a man attached to it for optimum sensual
sensation.
Yup, she needed a man, and a mouthwatering specimen was currently
disentangling himself from the Harley. He shrugged out of the well-worn
leather jacket, draping it across the handlebars, and she restrained the
urge to drool. His tight shirt outlined a muscular chest before it tucked
into a nice pair of jeans covered by leather chaps. No, wait. As she watched
the rider unbuckled the chaps and stuffed them into the saddlebags. That
maneuver required him to turn his back on her and bend over ever so
slightly.
Damn, those jeans looked good on him! She stared at that ass like a
dumbstruck teenager until the man straightened up and plucked a worn cowboy
hat from under the cargo netting on the back of the seat. Jamming the hat
onto his head, he sauntered over to the entrance. When he disappeared
through the door, she picked her jaw up off the floorboards and took a deep
breath. She could just imagine how gorgeous he’d look once she managed
to entice him out of the remainder of his clothing.
Taking a quick peek in the rearview mirror, she fluffed up her hair and
opened the truck door. Operation Get Some Action was officially a
go…
About the Author
Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little
rescue dog whose breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and
too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act
normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008,
and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage
Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first
submission. Since then she has published more than thirty stories in a
variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.
She has two handsome sons and six adorable grandchildren and enjoys
spending time with them whenever she can. Her hobbies, when she’s not
playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming,
playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.
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