Sunday, 30 November 2014

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week a smooch from my novella, Burning Rubber, which features in the Wild Angels Anthology - available now from Totally Bound.

Burning Rubber by Lily Harlem

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.

I tilted my chin. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Why am I here?”
He unfolded his arms and stepped closer.
Damn, he was so fucking big and looked so out of place in my twee old lady home that was all flowery and pastel colours.
“I couldn’t ride away from you,” he said.
“Why not? I’m sure you’ve driven away from hundreds of women.”
“Yeah, but’’ve got a brain up there—a biker brain.” He tapped his head.
“So I know my way around an engine or two.”
Suddenly he reached out and grabbed me round my upper arms. He pushed me up against the wall and glared down at me.
Excitement and fear warred within me. I could see what he wanted now. It was in his eyes. He wanted me. He wanted me in a very basic, animalistic way.
“I might be a cunt,” he said, “but I ain’t into rape so you better tell me now, blondie. Do you want it or not, ‘cause Heaven help me, I’m about to lose control and then I’ll just fuck till we both go unconscious.”
So he wasn’t as good at ignoring an erection as he’d pretended to be. Well, that suited me, because my control was slipping. I’d been neglecting my body’s needs for too long.
I stared at his face, his flashing eyes and the way a small muscle flexed in his cheek.
“One word,” he said through gritted teeth. “Yes or no. No and I’ll go. You’ll never see me again, choose yes and I—”
“Yes, fuck it, yes, yes, yes—”
His mouth hit down on mine, hard. Our teeth clashed and his tongue shoved forward. A thrill shot through me. What had I done? What had I unleashed?
His hands were everywhere, as though he wanted to touch me all over at once but didn’t know where to start. He lifted my bra, shoving it upwards so that my breasts bulged out underneath it.
My flesh felt alive—everywhere he explored was sparking with sensation. He tweaked my nipples, hard then harder.
I groaned at the sweet torment, clutched his shoulders and pulled him close.
But he had too many clothes on. If we were going to do this I wanted him naked, I wanted it all.

If you just want to get your hands on my story, Burning Rubber it's out as an individual read on the 2nd of January. Thanks for stopping by Sunday Snog and have a great day.

Lily x

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