Raine: An MC Romance Short

By Mona Bliss

Raine

I've been in jail for the past ten years, and it's been too long since I felt the touch of a woman. I'm having to do odd jobs to make ends meet, and that's when I meet her. Mary. Recently divorced, and downright gorgeous, I want her from the moment I set eyes on her. She's shy and reluctant at first, but I soon talk her round and she agrees to get onto my Harley. It won't be long until I make her mine, and show her what a real man can do...

Mary

I was married for twelve years to a man I never loved, not really. It was dependable, boring. Safe. I finally built up the courage to divorce him, but it's been so long that I don't even remember how to flirt, let alone get a man into my bedroom. But then he comes along. Raine. He's tall, muscled, and covered in tattoos. Never in a million years had I ever seen myself with someone like him. But when I climb onto his Harley and we hit the open road, it's intoxicating. And when he gets me in the bedroom, I'm going to discover just what I've been missing out on all these years...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashley Rhodes
• Release date: May 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310519444

Book preview

Chapter 1

Mary Buchanan was sitting on the floor of what had once been her husband’s study. All of the furniture had been removed and the tiny room was now bare, save for piles of cardboard boxes holding mementos of her previous life.

She opened a box at random and grabbed the item at the top, a framed photograph of her and Eric, taken years ago at the town’s Harvest Festival. In the picture, Eric was wearing one of those silly overalls he liked to wear on Sundays while she had gone for something she called country chic. In hindsight, the clothes she had chosen did not look very flattering, but she still liked the overall look of the picture. Both she and Eric looked...not happy, not quite, but content. Did she already know back then that there was a chance that the marriage would only last twelve years? Maybe. Maybe she had known it all along.

Mary had met Eric in college through a friend they both had in common. They had immediately hit it off and, while on a trip to Italy the next summer, had decided to get married upon their return.

Early morning sunlight was streaming through the study’s tiny window. With dust motes dancing around her head, Mary absentmindedly wiped a fingerprint off the surface of the glass protecting the picture.

Suddenly, still holding the picture, she wondered. Had she ever truly loved Eric? The answer came to her even before she finished asking herself the question. No, she had not loved the man she had married. She had liked him intensely, she had even desired him, but she had not loved him. In many ways, Eric had been the perfect match for a girl that had received the nickname Ms Goody Two-Shoes from her fellow high school classmates. He was kind, honest and smart. He had given her what she desired the most—safety and stability. But, he was also terribly dull.

Earlier in the week, she had met Eric at a law firm downtown in order to finalize their divorce. As always, he had been charming and kind. He understood her reasons and wanted to avoid a messy divorce just as much as she did. And yet, despite all of his consideration and kindness, she had suddenly felt anger rising in her throat. Why hadn’t he fought to keep her? Why was he still being so damn nice to the woman who had one day, without any prior warning, decided to leave him?

Because it’s Eric and Eric never gets mad, she said to herself while putting the photograph back in the box. Which is exactly why I married him. And now, here I am, blaming the guy for being nice.

Even though her former husband had asked her—kindly, of course—to send him all of his personal items as soon as possible, she didn’t feel like she had the strength to continue exhuming old memories out of those cardboard boxes. At least, not today, she thought while heading downstairs.

Even though it was now well past 10AM,