Strike

Fast. Thats how I like life, especially my two great joys: bikes and women. Im committed to exclusively riding one, but not the other. Until April. A sexy-arse freelance photographer whos travelled the world, and doesnt do long walks on the beach or romantic candlelit dinners. She enjoys running with the bulls and food spicy enough to make your hair fall out. If that werent enough to get me hard, she rides a mean mother of a motorcycle. Ive gotta have a taste of this wildcat. ~Spencer (Jones) I dont do fast. Not anymore. Ive got my career, my independence, and since I fled Spain to come back home I promised myself that I wouldnt be put secondor third, for that matteragain. Then I meet pretty boy Spencer. Hes smooth, oozing the most potent pheromones probably known to modern science, and hes making a move on me. One kiss was almost enough for my promise to dissolve. My head says nomy treacherous body screams yes. Im gonna make Spencer work for it. Make him fight for the chance to have me, because I know that deep down Im worth it. ~April MacIntyre