Here’s a glimpse at my WIP that will have you ugly crying before the end. I’m trying something a little different with this book. It’s not set in South Africa, it’s set in the USA.
Oh fuck. This is the end of me. I close my eyes and pretend this isn’t happening. Instead Superman appears out of nowhere and pulls this smelly bastard off me. A bike roars in the distance. I focus on its sound and imagine Superman is on that bike. Within seconds the sound of the bike is the only thing my mind holds onto. Leader’s hands tighten around my waist. His ugly breath clogs my nostrils.
Forget him. Superman will rescue me.
I squeeze my eyes tight and clench my hands into fists bracing myself for the impact of his mouth on mine while at the same time trying to shut him out altogether. Somehow the shutting out part works. Leader’s hands loosen on my waist and his pungent alcohol breath gives way to fresh sea air.
“Fuck!” He gasps suddenly.
Instinct forces my eyes open. We’re surrounded by a group of bikers with bikes so shiny the moonlight reflecting off of them blinds me temporarily. One of the bikers punches Leader on his jaw. The other circle the remaining would-be attackers.
“I didn’t touch her.” Leader winces.
“Liar,” mysterious Biker says in a deep voice,”Didn’t your mama teach you to always tell the truth?”
My spine tingles at the sound of his voice.
“I warned you about stepping on my ground, Skull.”
Aha. I found Superman. Unless this is a dream. None of this is really happening, shock must have stupefied me and I’ve stepped away from my body…I shut my eyes and pinch myself. Fuck. That hurt. I’m not imagining any of this. The bikers are really here and one of them is teaching Skull a lesson he’ll never forget.
“I want you to take your pack of vermin rats and get the hell out of here.” Super Biker says.
Skull and his gang don’t need to be told twice. They disappear into the shadows so fast I wonder if they were really there.
“Did he hurt you?” I’m stunned at how quickly my wish was granted. I asked for Superman and I got a Superbiker. My chest tightens. If only all my wishes were granted so easily…
Warm hands cup my face. I catch a glimpse of a shiny bracelet on his right hand. His left thumb is in a plaster. “Hey?”
Superbiker’s talking to me. “Yeah…I’m fine.”
He’s standing so close to me I can smell his aftershave and cologne – the scent is woodsy, earthy and incredibly sexy. He’s pushed the visor of his helmet up but a clump of clouds block out the moon making it impossible for me to even catch a glimpse of my savior.
“You’re new here,” he says.
“You can tell just by looking at me?” Damn he’s got skills.
“No. The license plates on your car.”
Hmm. An observant guy.
He steps away from me. “You shouldn’t be hanging out here this part of night,” he says, “tell me where you live and we’ll escort you home.” He opens the car door for me.
“What’s your name?”
He pauses. Perhaps my question’s caught him off guard. “Why?”
I shrug. “It’d be nice to know.”
He leaves me standing outside my car and jumps on his bike. “Get in the car. My boys and I don’t have all night to wait on spoilt little rich girls who have nothing better to do than invite trouble upon themselves.”