Title: Burning Rubber
Genre: Erotic Biker Romance (m/f)
Author: Lily Harlem
Publisher: Totally Bound
Release Date: 2 January 2015
Synopsis
When trouble rides into town, what girl can resist the ultimate bad boy?
Handling men isn’t an issue for me. I’m not a girly girl and my best friends are the machines I spend my days fixing, tweaking and servicing. So when the Wild Angels roll onto my forecourt and need my help, I’m happy to be of assistance.
But I’ve always been a magnet for trouble and when the leader of the pack, Gid, questions my ability, I can’t help the sassy backchat. Seems it doesn’t bother him too much and before I know it, I’m climbing onto his beast and hanging on for the ride.
Bad ass guys like him don’t come without baggage, though, and it seems he wants to get rid of mine. Who am I to complain when it means revenge is hot, his body is hotter and we leave a trail of burning rubber as we head into the sunset? Biker girl, me? I guess it’s in the blood.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene involving mild breath play.
Publisher's Note: This story has been previously released as part of the Wild Angels anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.
Excerpt
Copyright © Lily Harlem 2015. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
Johnny Cash’s throaty voice filled the mechanic shop, filtering beneath the pick-up I was working on. The engine had blown a gasket, an easy enough fix, but I’d needed to wait for the part to be delivered before I’d been able to get on with the job.
Son of a bitch owner was hassling me—kept coming in and staring at my tits and demanding to know when it could be collected. Not my fault he’d bought a fancy car and we lived out in the sticks. This neck of South Dakota wasn’t exactly top priority for deliveries, and the part had taken three days to arrive.
I wiped the back of my hand over my cheek and the slick coolness of a smear of oil chilled my skin. Winter was approaching. Soon I’d have to shut the huge doors facing the quiet road that brought us passing business. But that was okay. I didn’t mind winter here—it meant my boss, Bruce, closed the door of his office and stayed in there all day drinking bourbon and watching porn. It meant he was out of my hair.
I reached for a spanner. Idiot shouldn’t have hired a female mechanic if all he was going to do was moan about my gender forevermore. Didn’t seem to matter to him that I was the best damn engineer for miles around.
The song ended and the DJ started to rattle on about some festival in Denver, miles away and not something that interested me. I wasn’t a typical girl. I liked machines, shiny big bikes and cars that purred. Make-up and cocktails and dancing at parties wasn’t my thing. Give me speed and danger and horsepower—that’s what fuelled my desires.
Suddenly the radio flicked off.
“Jesus, Sandra, what the fuck are you doing?” Bruce shouted.
A hard pain hit my ankle. He’d kicked the only bit of me sticking out from beneath the car. Bastard. But luckily I wore steel-toe capped boots that went well over the base of my leg.
“Asshole,” I muttered, scooting out on my support trolley.
He stood above me with his hands on hips and jowls wobbling. “Why haven’t you finished this fucking gasket yet?”
“Because I’m out here on my own,” I said. “I had two services to do this morning, for locals, and a guy stopped in with a slow puncture that I fixed.” I glanced at the big black-and-white clock on the wall above a shelving unit of spare parts. “And I should be heading home but I’m staying to get this done, out of the goodness of my heart.”
“Good fucking job.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
I could smell the alcohol from here.
“Well, it’s not like you’ve got anything to go home for, is it,” he added.
I ignored him. Misogynistic bastard wasn’t worth the emotional effort. Damn, I’d really have to find another job. I’d had enough. And it wasn’t like I was tied here anymore, not now Nan had passed two months back. I’d looked after her for three years and that’s what had kept me working for Bruce and putting up with his abusive shit. Now her finances were sorted, all I needed to do was sell her small house and the world would be my oyster.
Bruce hiccupped and wandered off, apparently forgetting that I was lying on the floor.
I shook my head and rolled back beneath the car. It wouldn’t take long then I could go home and make a meal for one. It still hurt that Nan was gone. She’d been as much of a support to me as I’d been to her, but she’d lived to a grand old age and I had a million happy memories.
I set to work on the gasket that was proving fiddly but it wouldn’t defeat me.
Bruce didn’t turn the radio back on. Instead, he locked up his office door—no doubt to protect his prize porn collection—and headed out onto the street.
As his faltering footsteps faded, I relaxed. I’d come to enjoy this time of the day, when he’d gone and it was just me and the machines. They were good company—they spoke to me with creaks and groans, they smiled at me with the shine on their bodies and they enthralled me with their resilience and power.
That was all fanciful thinking, of course. They were made of steel and a whole load of other stuff that wasn’t capable of thought, but they were predictable and didn’t let me down. One day I’d own something fabulous, a Ducati maybe or a souped-up streetcar. Something with style and panache, that had attitude and could hold its own.
But not around here.
Review
Foxy rating = Five Stars
*Complimentary copy provided by the publishers – Totally Bound,
in exchange for an honest review
This was a hot, raunchy and steamy read, packed full of
passion and hard core sexy bikers.
Sandra is all alone in the World since she lost her beloved
Nan. She works for a scumbag boss, as a mechanic in his garage repair business.
It is whilst she is working late alone one night when she hears a roar of
bikers pull up to the garage and she first meets Gid, leader of the Wild
Angels.
I loved this relatively short but engrossing biker read. It
didn’t lack for anything that a longer novel could have given. The chemistry
and interaction between the two main characters, Sandra and Gid, was instantly believable.
Both were extremely likable and I found myself routing for something to become
of them rather than an initial ‘hook up’. I was not disappointed.
Gid was a hot, gruff biker but with a surprisingly sweet and
tender side. His urge to step up and protect Sandra just had me begging for
more. Sandra was a bit of a loner but with dreams of making something of her
life other than covering for her snake of a boss. When she meets Gid, she takes
her chance of passion with this enigma of a man. I won’t reveal anymore as the
joy for the reader is being taken on this fabulous ride of a story.
Overall a fantastic biker novel with a passionate and gritty
story. One definitely not to be missed. Five hot stars.
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