Publisher's Synopsis
As dark clouds gathered in the sky and thunder reverberated angrily across the top of the mountains of Green County, 26-year-old Keena Windsor tossed her jet-black hair behind her slender shoulders, put on her helmet, and revved the engine of her father's expensive, vintage-style Harley Davidson. "You sure about this?" her boyfriend Alex yelled from his dressed-up Suzuki motorcycle. "It's gonna be one hell of a storm and that reporter said there might be multiple hurricanes to hit the area!" Keena threw him a mischievous smile through her helmet. "If it's gonna be one hell of a storm, then it's gonna be one hell of a ride!" she exclaimed above the increasing noise of the spattering rain and deafening thunders. "And since when did you start listening to the news?!" Alex shrugged, running a hand across his now soaking chin-length brown hair. "You're the boss," he muttered. "Don't tell me you're chickening out!" Keena scoffed, almost laughing. "No way," Alex retorted. "Just looking out after my chick." He flexed his tattooed muscles then, which were bulging through his black shirt, before he positioned himself to take off. "And I'm just showing my current boy toy how to have a fuckin' good time," she countered. "I can show you how to heat it up and have a good time in this freezing weather," he said suggestively, his brown eyes burning with desire. "Later," Keena said, smirking. She was beginning to get aroused especially since she couldn't help admiring his well-built body. Her fervent green eyes flicked through his striking physique and then lingered a bit at the lump in his groin, quite evident even through the thick material of his tight-fitting jeans. Lightning flashed through the sky and rain started pouring harder. Keena put on her black leather jacket and zipped it up. "Let's do this!" Keena shouted, suddenly taking off in full speed toward the dirt road leading to the mountains of Green County. She heard Alex race after her. Keena screamed in delight, even lifting her hands up in the air for just a second as big droplets of rain hit her face repeatedly. She was probably crazy to be riding a bike in this turbulent condition, even though the dirt road at least provided more friction that could keep her favorite machine from sliding out of control. There was just something about such dangerous thrills that gave her a rush and made her feel so free and ecstatic. Since her early teenage years, she had always been fascinated with fast-moving vehicles. This is probably why she'd become quite the expert on maneuvering motorcycles and even racing cars. Yes, she was tagged as their little town's "spoiled little rich bad girl" which moms always tell their boys to stay away from. But for some odd reason, she didn't really care. She had stopped caring long after her mother died of cancer many years ago, leaving her dad to put all his time and effort into growing a business empire to somehow cover up the immense pain of losing his wife. In the process, he hadn't realized that his only daughter had been left to grow up alone with too much worldliness but no guidance. As they whizzed past the trees and neared the far end of town, Keena recalled how she'd had to deal with life on her own. Her hunger for love and affection manifested in how she would jump from one fling to another. But because of her exposure to material things and lack of supervision while growing up, she treated every man she was with as her possession--- a temporary toy that could give her pleasure for the moment but should be thrown out when it's already used and seemingly old. "I see the cabin!" Alex suddenly bellowed from behind her. He sped up even more to catch up as they approached a ramshackle wooden cabin. "Won't this thing collapse on us?" he asked, looking a bit worried. Click and download to read full story! You'll enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it. Loves, Krista Summer
