Well, the release of Revving Her Wild Engines is just around the corner and I couldn’t be more excited. This story is special to me. As I mention, I have certain threads that run through a lot of my stories including voyeurism and rugged dangerous men. Davis Tyler is no exception. I’m actually thinking about doing a series – we shall see.
I don’t know what it is about a man on a Harley, but he just does it for me. I always see him as gritty, rugged and the kind of guy that will enter any location swaggering like a man in charge. Commanding a room with a single look, he’ll tip his head to the bartender and the man behind the bar will know instinctively what he wants. As he strides inside, his steel toed boots thumping against the floor, all the women will stop and gaze down the length of him, hungry and wet. Hmmm…sounds far too tasty even for a Thursday and sadly rarely true. Then again, this is fantasy, right?
For little girls, the thought of enjoying a bad boy sent tingles down our spines. We weren’t supposed to want to go out with them or enter into a relationship, but we did and we seem to continue to hunger for one. The odd thing is, the majority of the resident bad boys are teddy bears inside. Reading about a villain that ends up having a heart of gold has been popular for years. Whether we are enjoying the “bite” of the latest sensual vampire or running with the wolves, we are attracted to the dark side.
I seem to have in several threads of my saucy little books a Harley riding man. I honestly didn’t realize it until I finished editing several and sent them into my publisher, Rebel Ink Press. Each man is very different and very sexy. Let’s introduce you to my hero from Revving Her Wild Engines, David Tyler and see what the woman he has never met before thinks about him. They were introduced by a mutual friend and up to this point had only talked and shared stories and their most wicked desires. They were both ready to open up their relationship and try some new and very kinky things, breaking down their walls of inhibitions. Or so they thought. Reality seemed to have other ideas in mind. Still, when Stephanie saw him for the first time, she…well, take a look for yourself.
Passing the last bank of recreational vehicles, she jerked to a stop and tried to focus. No way. She fought a giggle that bubbled in her chest. “Thank you Fairy God Mother of Wanton Needs, I have just found 1-800-sex-stud.” Was it possible to faint when first meeting a man? Stephanie had no doubt about that delicious answer. Hell, yes! As the sultry breezes danced across her flushed skin, the only thing she heard over all the raucous noise around her was the wild thumping of her heart battering her rib cage. Her mouth suddenly went dry and she wanted nothing more than to race to him, kiss him passionately and rip his clothes off. Where in the hell had this reaction come from?
Never would Stephanie have imagined she could be dragged from the near depths of hell from just seeing one man. Maybe their naughty conversations had healed her after all. Hold on girl. Control. He’s just a man. But he wasn’t, just a man. He was gritty, opinionated and sexy as hell. At that moment, he might possibly be her savior.
David Tyler stood next to a sparkling Harley wearing a seductive gaze, the huge shining machine a sensuous backdrop. His long muscular legs were trapped in tight black jeans and a white tee shirt clearly showing exactly why God made man in the first place. The look on the man’s face told Stephanie several things about the stunning hunk that took her breath away and set her blood to the point of boiling. He was hungry, he was impatient and she suspected given their blazing conversations that he was going to ravage her body in such a rough and tumble fashion that she would never be able to walk the same way again. His mischievous look was nothing less than beastly. He eyed her and the smile became more wicked with each ticking second.
Had a man ever looked at her as if she was rare filet?
That’s the way I see a sexy man, rugged and a touch dangerous. Being a writer allows me to be creative with my leading men. While I enjoy the alluring appeal of their rough-hewn bodies, it’s their heart that attracts me and I think my readers to the story. If he’s all brawn and no brain, are we really interested? No. If he’s a jerk with zero sensitivity, are we going to care if he is hurt in the end or gets the girl? One would hope not. So, he’s got to have soul and a secret. David is no exception. What if you believed you were responsible for something horrible and because of that you could never learn to love or trust yourself again? That’s what he’s been going through for years. Stephanie fights the odds to break through to him. Then again, she holds a damning of her own. How does a bad boy handle a sensitive gal?
“David…I…” Sensing a hidden torture, she hesitated, finally rolling onto her side and placed her hand over his heart, caressing gently over the soft shirt until his breathing slowed. “Tell me then, please. Whatever it is, I can try and help you. Please David.”
David said nothing for several minutes. He simply gazed into the ocean depths as if looking for answers. “I don’t think you can help me. I’m not sure anyone can help at this point. You have your scars and I have mine.”
“I know, from an accident.”
“Yes, but there’s more to the story.”
“Tell me, please.”
Sighing, he shook his head and groaned. “Shit, I should’ve told you before. I just didn’t know how to say the words.”
Stephanie feathered the back of her hand across his cheek giving him silent encouragement. “I don’t know what to say other than I am here for you.”
“Nothing to say really. I don’t know, but I know you are here. You’re an amazing woman.”
“I am not amazing. I am just a damaged soul and I sense that you are as well.” Stephanie bit her lip. “Look, tell me or don’t tell me David. It won’t change the way I feel about you. Nothing you can say will ever change my thoughts about the man I have gotten to know and to care about so much.”
He glanced into her eyes and shook his head. “Oh gal, I don’t know why you feel this way, but I sense it and I adore you. I’ve not felt this way in so long. This is just so difficult.”
She leaned against him and said nothing. What could she say to the man she had already fallen in love with? As Stephanie slid her hand into his, she could feel the level of torture and anguish he felt by the tremble in his long fingers. When he spoke, his voice was almost breathless.
Of course I won’t tell you the outcome of the story (you’ll have to buy a naughty copy) except to say, it’s not easy between then. Passion and romance tend to take a back seat when the horrors of the heart are involved. As a writer, I am always searching for a new way to bring to my readers the inside of a rugged man. Hopefully you will see the sensitive and beautiful soul that lives inside a man that believes he is a monster.
I hope you guys enjoy my little story.