“What is it about those sexy bikers?”
Whenever I see a bad boy biker speeding through traffic it inevitably has the same mesmerizing effect on me: racing heart rate, damp panties and breathless interest. So, I have to ask, just what is it that makes bikers so damn sexy?
Let’s begin with their sinful attire of mostly black leather. I mean come on, is there anything on earth more seductive than black leather stretched deliciously across broad shoulders? The heavy leather boots they sport screams ‘dangerous’ and most of them wear faded jeans or leather pants that meld perfectly against their sexy biker asses. Add in the dark element of a mysterious black helmet that boldly states, ‘I’m wicked’ and you have the perfect package of a drool-worthy biker.
Alreck Falstad, the lead hero in Naughty in Norway, is just such a dangerous biker. He lives by his own code and is utterly confident in himself. His hair is long and wild and his tattoos are such an integral part of him that it’s as if he was simply born to be a biker.
Perhaps it’s their nearly tangible independent streak, or their spirit of adventure that draws us to these bad boys. Whatever the case, when I see one of these men flying down the highway with that supremely hot combo of steel and leather vibrating hard between their strong legs, well let’s just say it gets my motor purring at full speed!
Do bikers turn you on? Have you ever dated one? Thoughts on this topic?
All the best,
Alreck hovers just outside the bathroom as I pull the door open, his legs spread wide and his arms crossed in front of him in a dominant stance. He watches me warily.
“Choose a drink,” he says before stepping out of the doorframe.
“Go find my wallet and I will,” I sass back at him with hands on my hips.
He leans down within inches of my face and says in a harsh whisper, “Enough, woman. We’re not stopping again until the fuel runs out, so pick something to drink or you’ll go without.”
Okay, what’s with the excessive alpha-ness?
“Whatever.” I mumble to myself as I trudge past him and grab a giant bottle of Voss water.
He slips the bottle from my fingers and stalks up to the register to pay. I see that he’s also purchasing a coffee along with another bottle of water. The forty-something female attendant bats her eyelashes at him and giggles as she gives him the total. If he notices at all then he’s not letting on. With his looks, women most likely hijack his cell on a regular basis to program their digits into it for him. Ugh!
He takes my hand once again while carrying the bagged drinks in the other. We rush through the bitter cold toward his truck and this time he doesn’t attempt to help me get in.
It is a struggle to climb into the cab, but once I’m seated I reach out and slam the door in his face, making certain that it’s left unlocked.
Please let this plan work.
My breathing is out of control as the adrenaline begins to course through my veins.
I watch cautiously as he hauls his big frame up into the cab, and just as he reaches into the bag of drinks I lurch my door back open and jump down, falling hard onto my knees in the snow. It stings like a beast and I bite back a groan as I lurch to my feet and begin to run back, hell bent, toward the tiny store.
I ran track throughout college and know that I’m quick, but my knees are killing me from the impact and the snowy ground is a far cry from a proper track. When I’m halfway across the parking lot, someone passes me in a sprint. Alreck?
Before my brain can register how to evade him, he turns around and faces me with rage in his eyes before charging at me. He hauls me up and over his giant shoulder before I can so much as pivot away from him.
Speechless, I look up in terror at the attendant who’s watching us from inside the window in stunned surprise.
Like a complete Neanderthal, he locks a hold across my suspended legs and prowls right back to the station. He says something to her in Norwegian that, to my complete dismay, makes her laugh and wave to me as I’m carried away.
“Call the …!” I wail, yet before I can complete the sentence a hard slap lands without mercy right on my ass cheek, effectively silencing me after I let out a startled, “Ooh!” as the burn spreads across my rear.
The attendant gives me cheeky smile. What did he say? She seems to have zero clue what I’m desperately trying to convey to her.
Too frightened to struggle, I let my body go slack as I’m carried to the truck.
Vail Fillion has left her home in Huntington Beach, California, to study Scandinavian Culture in Oslo, Norway. But she gets her first real taste of culture shock when she goes along with her friend Lisetta to a wild party at her cousin’s biker bar. Vail is surprised to find such a large group of motorcycle enthusiasts in this often snow-bound country. She is even more stunned to discover that the bikers are normal guys, if perhaps even more physically imposing than your average Viking. Alreck Falstad–a 6’6″ blond, tattooed stand-in for a Norse god–catches her eye but also scares her to death.
Just as Vail is starting to enjoy herself at the party, something truly frightening occurs. The evening is abruptly cut short by a brutal crime, and she is the lone witness. Before she can make it to the cops, Vail is drugged, loaded into Alreck’s truck, and transported to his remote cabin in the Lofoten Islands.
Why has Alreck kidnapped her, and what are his plans for her in his snowy haven? Is he her savior, her nemesis, or both? Even if she could escape, would she truly want to?
About the Author:
Christine Edwards grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor’s degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina.
Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales. To date she has published two novellas along with two full-length novels, including Claimed in Canada and Naughty in Norway. Her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC.