Riding Dark: A Biker Erotic Romance: White Knights MC

Growing up in Atlanta, Jasmine Jones had heard stories of what happened out in the boonies, but she'd never paid much attention. Until her car broke down in the middle of nowhere, Alabama. She tries to flag down some help, but what finds her are three riders of the White Knights. The swastikas and the 88s tattooed on their bulging biceps don't spell good news for a black girl like her.

She's seeing her life flash before her eyes. Then, she sees something else goes flying. Two of the riders have been knocked out by the other, the tallest and strongest one by far. His name's Lee and he's scowling, but under that buzzcut and behind those flashing blue eyes, what he's saying is that she needs to get the hell out, and he's going to help. He hides her at his place while her car's being fixed. As Jasmine waits out the repair with Lee, she realizes he's not anywhere near as cold or dumb as he tries to seem. Underneath that vest is one warm heart. Plus, one of the hottest bodies she's ever seen. She's hankering to give thanks to both, and, just maybe, help Lee realize that the sweetest juices come from forbidden fruit.

Warning! This 10,000 erotic romance features a black city girl rescued by a hunky white biker - only to turn around and save him body and soul. It features fast action, sexy banter, sizzling romance, but also some offensive language as befits these characters. Mature and open-minded audiences only.

Excerpt:
He would pace along the length of the couch, glance at me, then turn around in silent struggle, his hard face twisting one way then another. When I'd drank in enough of his lean white angst, I stood and paced up to him.  He didn't notice till my breath was hitting his chin. He startled like a deer spotting a hunter.

"What you doing?" he said, a foot taller and ten sizes stronger, yet still with fear in his eyes.

"I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me? I was saving you from this."

"Yeah, that's why I want to thank you." I studied the fine lines of his pecs, the heart shaped indent at the bottom right before the muscles bulges out. "I can say no to a crappy meal then turn around and sink my teeth into a juicy one. Don't you know nothing about girls?"

"I know plenty about...white girls."

"That's a whole different book. Why don’t you open me up and see what I got?"

I traced a palm along his bare chest, and halfway down, he grabbed my arms and spread me open. I could feel my thick breasts thrust out at him and smiled a coy smile. His mouth hung open; his eyes locked on me in naked hunger.

He pressed me back with my arms. "No. Don't make me tie you up."

I looked from side to side and then peered up at him. "Where's the rope?"

His eyes narrowed to slits and then his mouth smashed onto mine. We staggered back into the wall so hard, the wood creaked. He pinned my hands against the frayed wood and crushed his face harder into mine. His lips were soft and wet, and I could barely manage his hunger as he mashed mine up and down. His chest just barely touched my breasts, and even through my thick bra, my nipples registered whorls of pleasure at the feel of all that muscle enslaved to his breath.