His Dream Lover

By Harper Jewel

It takes a gorgeous blonde to make Tucker Rhodes realize that all work and no play isn’t a very healthy lifestyle. Too bad the whole mind-blowing encounter with the stranded biker was nothing more than a wet dream. Or was it?

When Heather finds herself back in Tank’s arms, she’s shocked to find the hunky Harley rider is not only wide awake this time, but he’s also more than a just an overworked, stressed-out human who needs her help. As love blossoms, she longs for what could be. Her Elders offer to grant her wish...under one condition.

Is Tucker’s love for Heather strong enough to defeat the odds?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harper Jewel
• Release date: Feb 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311614100

Harper Jewel

Harper Jewel, a loyal LGBTQ+ ally and proud Mama Bear to her twenty-four-year-old daughter, lives in northeast New Jersey with her loving husband. She has four cats, enjoys writing, reading, playing time-management games on her tablet, and watching Hulu or Netflix.With her outgoing personality and vivid imagination, she can create believable and memorable plots and characters.Although she began writing male/female Romance/erotica, she has found her niche in Gay Romance. She enjoys every one of her male characters when they speak to her with loud voices while proving love is love. She is proud to have the honor of being the first M/M author accepted at the now-closed Lush Publishing.Visit www.harperjewel.com to find out more.

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His Dream Lover

Harper Jewel

His Dream Lover

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His Dream Lover

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Author’s Note

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

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Author’s Note

Dear Reader,

Back in July 2014, I finished writing this short novella. What turned out to be my last completed male/female story sat forgotten… until now. I just couldn’t let the story of Tucker and Heather go untold. I do hope you all enjoy it. Happy Reading!

Chapter One

Tank rose from his bed. The crisp, autumn air sneaking in beneath the cracked window in his bedroom caressed his muscular, six-four frame and sent a slight shiver up his spine. The colorful leaves, dappled rays of the sun, and dew-kissed grass met his deep brown eyes through the glass pane. It had been too long since he’d taken a day for himself. This damn mechanic’s shop he’d recently opened had consumed his every waking moment. The day was perfect for a morning ride on his Harley, and some personal time was a necessity, but coffee first was a must.

Less than an hour later, fueled and showered, Tank dressed and tucked his sizeable junk beneath the zipper of his skin-hugging leathers, his usual black T-shirt stretched over his bulging pecs. Securing his shoulder-length, dirty blond hair back with a leather tie, he then tossed his black leather jacket over his shoulders. With his helmet in hand, he strode outside to the curb and ran a soothing hand over his Amber Whiskey Harley Softail Fat Boy. Once astride the bike, he revved the engine and pulled away.

As he suspected, the morning was perfect. The sun’s rays were already lending warmth, and the fire-topped trees offered a backdrop of majestic beauty, indicating the peak of the autumn season was just around the corner. Miles sped by, and he had the New Jersey back roads to himself. Peace and tranquility his companions, he rode on until he spotted something along the side of the road up ahead.

Giving a quick scan, he realized it was a kindred spirit, a slender female with her own Silver Pearl Fat Boy. She looked like she was having trouble with her bike, so he slowed down and pulled over.

Problem, miss?

You could say that. I’m beginning to think I should have stayed in bed this morning. She waved a hand toward her bike. The engine crapped out on me. Her blonde locks glinted in the sun as she shook her head. To make matters worse… my fucking cell is dead. No way to call for roadside assistance.

I own a mechanic’s shop in Freehold. Tank’s Auto and Bike Repair specializes in bikes, especially Harleys. I’ll be happy to take a look at it. Name’s Tucker Rhodes but friends call me Tank. Moving off his bike, he stepped over to hers and knelt beside it. A loose spark plug caught his eye immediately, and with a quick adjustment, he put it back in place. Brushing his hands off and standing once more, he motioned with his head, instructing the petite woman to give it a try. Go ahead, sweetheart. I think I found the trouble.

He watched with barely confined lust as the blonde looker in a one-piece leather riding outfit straddled the Harley and turned the key. Instead of roaring to life, the engine sputtered, choked, then died. By the sound of it, Tucker knew just what the problem was. Sounds like the fuel line is clogged. Let me call my mechanic on duty. He can bring the flatbed out and pick her up.

Not waiting for a response, he grabbed his cell off his belt, called Dane, and set things up for the tow. As soon as he ended the call, he turned back to the stranded female. It’ll take about an hour for Dane to make it out this far. How about some chit-chat to fill the time?

The look the sexy beauty gave him shot straight to his cock. My hero. And he rode in on a Harley no less. Thanks, Tank. I’m Heather. He took her offered hand, his large palm enclosing her smaller one as her tongue swept across her lower lip. So, other than the obvious, her eyes roamed up and down his large frame, where did Tank come from?

His body began to heat as her gaze went from a sky blue to a fathomless ocean sapphire. Get a grip, Tucker. Prefacing his answer with a small chuckle, he spoke as fond memories surfaced in his mind. Both my mom and my Grandma Rose used to say I was not only built like an army tank but that my stomach must be a bottomless tank since I seemed to eat enough for three at times. Once they started using the nickname in front of my friends, it just stuck. He shrugged and spotted the appreciative twinkle in her eyes when she nodded.

Cute story. The name fits you. She moved even closer before