Evil Rides Tonight

By B.L. Quick

James is in Moscow to present a plan that just might save the world -- until a series of unrelated incidents coalesce to threaten existence as he knows it:

An abandoned archeological dig.
An unexplainable blizzard.
A missing economist.
And a mysterious and beautiful stranger.

Evil Rides Tonight is a thrilling story of sex, transformation, and intrigue from BL Quick, the author of Pleasant Moo Farms, Becoming Nannan, and There's No Going Back.

WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT BL QUICK
"That got my heart pumping!"
“When is the next part coming out? I can’t stand the wait!"
"This was freaking hot!"
"Amazing!"
"Please more!"

This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes with erotic descriptions. Themes include gender bending transformation, body changes and expansion, sexy happenings, and much more. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.

• Language: English
• Publisher: B.L. Quick
• Release date: Oct 26, 2016

B.L. Quick

BL Quick's desire is to make readable, exciting stories of sex and transformation--stories with a plot, interesting characters, and riviting psychological twists. It's a challenge to balance story and sexiness, but it's a challenge Quick loves to take on, and she sacrifices neither in spinning a good tale. In addition to writing her extensive transformation work (from art to stories) has appeared on DeviantArt and Tumblr.

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EVIL RIDES TONIGHT

By B.L. Quick

Copyright 2016 B.L. Quick

For more: bqnk.tumbr.com

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OTHER HOT TRANSFORMATION EBOOKS BY BL QUICK

Pleasant Moo Farms: The Transformation

Becoming Nannan

There’s No Going Back

All are available at Smashwords, here.

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That got my heart pumping!

"Great story, I can’t wait to read more!

"When is the next part coming out? I can’t stand the wait!

Amazing!

"This was freaking hot!"

Please. More!

WHAT BL QUICK IS SAYING ABOUT READERS

"You’re freaking hot!"

"Please. More!"

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CREDITS

Editing and Proofreading by RupturedSanity

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LEGAL STUFF

CONTENT WARNING: For Mature Audiences Only! That means +18 Readers Only. (AND please respect all local and national laws regarding erotica and such.)

Thank you for downloading this ebook. This book remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial purposes. If you enjoyed this book, please encourage your friends to download their own copy from their favorite authorized retailer. Thank you for your support.

People, names, situations, incidents, and professions in this book are purely fictional. (That may be completely unfortunate to people who would like these exact things to happen to them or who want to be economists.) Also, people engaged in sexual situations in this book are all over 21 years of age; they can purchase alcohol, fight in wars, and rent cars – and, rumor has it, they often do these things in the sexiest ways imaginable.

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Dear Readers,

Trick or treat! From my smoldering keyboard to your screen, here’s a TREAT I have written especially for you as thanks for your support this year. Enjoy it! Thank you to all who have purchased my other three books and kept this transformation train rolling!

Love,

B.L. QUICK

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction

Evil Rides Tonight

End Notes

Pleasant Moo Farms

Becoming Nannan

There’s No Going Back

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EVIL RIDES TONIGHT

Sir Thomas Albrecht is still missing after disappearing four weeks ago from a St. Petersburg hotel.

The camera cut to gritty black and white security footage.

The 42-year-old, Nobel Prize winning economist was seen returning from the evening of October 2nd and walking to the lobby elevator, but oddly, there is no footage of him leaving the hotel. He was not found in his room, but all of his belongings remained...

MOSCOW, OCTOBER 31

James stood in his towel brushing his teeth while he watched the TV. He never watched the 24-hour news circus except on the road. He’d wake up, do some yoga, and then – relaxed and in a good state of mind – turn on the TV. He’d listen to the indiscernible mumbling frequencies of the anchors through the steaming water. Then he would brush his teeth and watch the world burn before heading downstairs for a hearty breakfast.

James saw her at reception. Her presence was an immediate reprieve from the stone-faced Russian businessmen milling about in various states of vodka-induced drunk – and it was only nine in the morning. One of the two robed figures in her party noticed his gaze twisting up the length of her leg, but James would not be dissuaded from enjoying the curves of a woman so beautiful, even the curves he could only imagine. It was snowing, after all, and the women of Moscow were bundled up accordingly. Her stockings stopped in a thick line of embroidered black lace that hugged her leg tightly. Above it he could make out the creamy skin of her thigh before his gaze reached the hem of her heavy coat. He allowed his imagination to fill in the details between her thighs and breasts; her chest billowed out round and perky from the fur lining of her coat into milky cleavage. Curly dark hair spiraled around their contours inviting his glance higher. As he reached the profile of her face, she turned, gazing directly at him by sheer chance.

James was struck. Her deep green eyes were arresting – scared. He would never forget the terrified look on her face. Where was she from? Central Russia? Mongolia? Somewhere in-between? She registered him for only a moment before flicking her long eyelashes and returning to her conversation with the concierge.

The two robed figures rushed to her sides, breaking all but a glimpse of her thighs and the curve of her coat as it rounded her firm butt. Were these monks of some kind? Bodyguards? Either way they had just spoiled his morning. He took another sip of coffee and went back to reading his report.

But then he saw it fall: a credit card from her purse. His heart leapt. He stood up and folded his paper, took a hurried last sip of coffee, grabbed his coat and confidently walked over to her.

Excuse me. Excuse me, miss! The robes spun around and stepped towards him. James bent to his knee, grabbed the card, and looked up to hand it to her with a smile. Two expressionless faces stared back silently from hooded shadows; between them she stood. Green eyes met his, and, for a moment, her scared expression broke. She