Giving Him the Gears

By Lotte Larsen

When cycling advocate Neil 'Gears' Richmond knocks down car-loving tabloid journalist Tony Gracie, Tony can't believe his luck. Neil is hotter than a Maserati and Tony has the perfect leverage to insist on a test drive. But what starts out as sexual blackmail becomes a more serious commitment when Tony's stupid heart gets involved.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lotte Larsen
• Release date: Dec 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310286773

Lotte Larsen

Lotte Larsen is a Swedish-Canadian who lives in Toronto, Ontario. She hopes you have as much fun reading her smutty little pulps as she has writing them.

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GIVING HIM THE GEARS

Lotte Larsen

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Table of Contents

One: The Knockover

Two: The Shakedown

Three: Preparations

Four: The Assignation

Five: The Aftermath

Six: The Strike

Epilogue

One: The Knockover

Neil 'Gears' Richmond was flying down the Adelaide Street bike lane at exactly the right speed to hit every green light from his loft in the west end to his office downtown. No rush hour congestion for him. The suckers in the three lanes of stop and go traffic to his left could kiss his ass. And best yet, this was his bike lane, the one he'd advocated for at city hall. Life couldn't get sweeter than this.

Half a block ahead, pedestrians shuffled across Simcoe Street like a bunch of penguins. Didn't they understand they were in the wrong element? They needed two wheels to move properly, to be alive. The tail end of the group hustled for the sidewalk and Neil mentally punched the air again. This would be his fastest commute yet—

Black blur. Impact. Flight. Then Neil screamed as he left a trail of skin along the rough pavement.

Tony Gracie staggered to his feet, straightened his navy pinstriped suit and looked around for his assailant. It figured the cowardly little weasel would hit him from behind. If the loser couldn't take having his nasty little secrets exposed in the paper then he should have kept his nose clean. Tony couldn't think with all the drivers leaning on their horns. What was the hold-up? Oh, some dumb ass cyclist was dragging his mangled bike out of the intersection, blood running down his left leg. This was exactly why Tony's paper, the Telegram, argued against bike lanes. They were a nuisance and hazard. If that guy had been driving a car he wouldn't have gotten hurt.

A motherly looking secretary type handed Tony his leather manbag. Are you okay? He ran you right down.

Is that what happened? Thank you, I'm fine. Better than fine. He had his first target of the day and he hadn't even gotten to the office yet.

The cyclist leaned his damaged bike against a Telegram newsbox and took off his flame patterned helmet. Ran a shaky hand through his tousled sweat-soaked chestnut hair. High cheekbones, arrogant blade of a nose, full sensual pouty lips surrounded by designer stubble and those brilliant green eyes. Tony could not believe his luck. That face had gotten the man a lot more publicity than he deserved but today it would gain him infamy.

Tony grinned and took out his smartphone. Mr Richmond, cycling advocate extraordinaire. It seems you don't care much about pedestrians.

Richmond froze then looked over at Tony. He was in too much shock for his skin to go any whiter but his expression was priceless. Tony snapped a photo.

You. Richmond's voice was like lead.

Tony nodded. Yes, me.

I had right of way.

No, you didn't, Mama Secretary said. We still had a green light.

Tony hadn't been sure about that; everything was a little fuzzy. Yeah, that's right. We did.

But . . . Richmond's voice trailed off as he spotted something behind Tony.

More damn bicycle bells. What were these