One Night in Daytona Beach

By Dellani Oakes

He hadn't seen her in 10 years, but there she was, dressed in black leather, straddling the Harley. Draven Wick is back home, on a break from filming his vampire themed TV show, when he spots Jamie Humphrey at a Bike Week raffle. The love of his teen life, Draven never thought he'd see her again. Rekindling their romance after 10 years is the easy part. Unfortunately, Draven has been blamed for the death of a notorious bike gang leader. Staying ahead of the police, and the biker gang bent on revenge, takes Jamie and Draven to the brink of disaster.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
• Release date: Oct 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311929938

Dellani Oakes

Dellani is a happily married mother of four—three boys and a girl. She also has one beautiful, golden haired granddaughter. She lives in the sunny, hot climes of Florida's east coast, not far from World Famous Daytona Beach. Dellani once told her publisher that she had enough books, finished & unfinished, to keep him busy for the next 10 years. He didn't believe her, but he should have. A few years later, she's upped that number. She has 53 finished novels, Conduct Unbecoming is her sixth published novel. Dellani hosts two shows a month on Blog Talk Radio – Dellani's Tea Time and What's Write for Me, which air on the Red River Radio Network. Look for Dellani's shows the second Monday of the month and the fourth Wednesday. Both shows air at 4:00 PM Eastern time.

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He hadn't seen her in 10 years, but there she was, dressed in black leather, straddling the Harley. Draven Wick is back home, on a break from filming his vampire themed TV show, when he spots Jamie Humphrey at a Bike Week raffle. The love of his teen life, Draven never thought he'd see her again. Rekindling their romance after 10 years is the easy part. Unfortunately, Draven has been blamed for the death of a notorious bike gang leader. Staying ahead of the police, and the biker gang bent on revenge, takes Jamie and Draven to the brink of disaster.

ONE NIGHT IN DAYTONA BEACH

City Nights, # 17

Dellani Oakes

Published by Tirgearr Publishing

Author Copyright 2015 Dellani Oakes

Cover Art: Cora Graphics (www.coragraphics.it)

Editor: Lucy Felthouse

Proofreader: Sharon Pickrel

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This story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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DEDICATION

As always, I dedicate this book to my family. I'm still not sure they understand what I do, but at least they are used to it by now.

To Joe, who supports and encourages me.

To my boys who have gotten used to rushed meals and an invisible mother.

To my daughter who has provided suggestions, support and the unflagging confidence that I can always do better.

To my beautiful granddaughter, Audrey, because she is the light of my life.

This book is for my mother and father, because they instilled in me the love of writing and the skills to express myself well.

And my sister, Cecily, because I don't think I've ever dedicated a book to her before.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

To All Those Who Believe In Me!

Rachel Rueben

Karen Vaughan

Susan Stotler

Marta Moran Bishop

Who are as much sisters as friends.

ONE NIGHT IN DAYTONA BEACH

City Nights, #17

Dellani Oakes

Chapter One

Long, dangerous legs, an ass that wouldn't quit, lush curves clad in skimpy black leather. Flaming-red hair that wafted on the breeze while the rumble of a thousand Harleys filled the air.

Draven couldn't draw his eyes from the gorgeous redhead, whose hair reminded him of the flames on the side of his bike. Heavy metal music thrummed from gigantic speakers, banging and echoing from the sides of the nearby condos. Cameras snapped, his included, as she draped herself over the motorcycles being raffled off for charity. The line to register wound around the parking lot.

I'd like to rev her engine, one man said as he stuffed his tickets into his wallet.

Full throttle. The man next to him laughed loudly at their joke.

Every man there was thinking the same thing, which was the entire point of having a sexy, long-legged woman straddling the chrome-studded leather seat. Leaning on the handle bars, she rocked back, her chest to the sky as she arched her spine. With a quick swing of her legs, she did a shoulder stand on the seat, then lowered her feet with agonizing slowness so that the toes of her high-heeled boots pointed directly at the patch of stretched black leather between her thighs.

Draven nearly dropped his phone. The man next to him let his cup of beer slide from his numb fingers. Every man in the line eyed her with fascination. Though disgusted with the behavior of the men, the women couldn't help but stare, too. They were amazed that anyone could achieve such antics on a motorcycle. The music continued to thrum and pound at them as they watched her routine. In a fleeting moment of coherence, Draven recognized it as Killing Strangers by Marilyn Manson. She was certainly slaying every man in the place with her sexy routine.

Hey, buddy, your turn! the man at the cash register called, snapping his fingers.

Draven stumbled forward, his legs having lost the ability to move without conscious thought. He fumbled with his wallet and phone, trying to slide one out and the other into the pockets of suddenly too-tight jeans.

How many? the man asked, all business.

Um, how much are they?

Hundred a piece.

You take plastic?

Everything but American Express.

I'll take five.

You got it. He filled out Draven's details, rang up the cost and scanned his plastic.

Does the girl come with it? the man behind Draven asked. He was old and fat, not the kind of man a girl like her would even look at once. His words might have been said in jest, but coming from his slobby, heavy-jowled mouth, it was seriously pervy. The men behind the table and near him in the line gaped at him, horrified.

That young lady is my daughter, the man who handled Draven's transaction growled. So you watch what you say.

How's a man let his daughter act like a hoor in public? the fat man yelled, slamming a meaty fist down on the table.

Startled by the noise, the girl lost her balance as she rolled out of the shoulder stand. Toppling, she fell. Draven leaped toward her, covering the ten feet to the cycles in a superhuman rush. He steadied her, helping her sit up slowly. Getting a good look at her face, he felt a spark of recognition.

Jamie Humphrey? He touched her cheek, brushing her hair from the corner of her full, red lips.

Draven Wick? Oh my God! Is it really you? She clung to him, hugging him tightly. How many years has it been? Ten?

About that. God, you look fantastic!

Clasping his face, she gazed into his golden hazel eyes. Thank you for catching me.

You're welcome. Are you okay?

I'm fine. Thanks.

Others had gathered around, watching the scene unfold. When it became apparent the woman wasn't hurt, the men at the desk went back to selling tickets.

That's not really your dad, Draven murmured.

Of course not. He just says that so men will leave me alone.

How about fair time for the women? a heavyset woman called from the line. Let's see the hunk take his shirt off! She whooped.

Women all over the parking lot cheered and whistled. Draven cast a saucy