Motorcycle Man

By Sarah Hadley Brook

Motorcycle shop owner Ben Makowski offers a three-day class for new riders. When he finds out one of his students doesn’t even like motorcycles, he’s irritated but drawn to the man at the same time. Though he can clearly see the new student is dealing with something difficult, Ben sets out to get to know what that might be and if he can help in any way.

Writer Angus Winter’s publisher has insisted he learn about motorcycles for an upcoming book, which is the last thing he wants to do. His fear of motorcycles stems from a tragedy in his past. But something about his sexy new teacher makes him want to open up to the man. Can Angus trust Ben with the burden he’s carried for so long?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jan 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781634865432

Sarah Hadley Brook

Sarah Hadley Brook reserves her evenings for her hobby-turned-passion of writing, letting the characters she conjures up in her mind take the lead and show her where the story will go. She dreams of traveling to Scotland some day and visiting the places her ancestors lived. Sarah believes in “happily ever after” and strives to ensure her characters find their own happiness in love and life. For more information, visit sarahhadleybrookwrites.com.

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Chapter 1

Ben Makowski was not looking forward to his Thursday night. The last thing he wanted to do was hang around inside and teach a bunch of wannabe riders about motorcycles when it was so beautiful out. The cool spring weather was perfect for an evening ride.

He sighed as he dragged his booted feet off his desk, letting them clunk to the ground, and looked around the office. Motorcycle parts in varying degrees of disrepair, lay strewn across any and all surfaces, and he grimaced. Leaving things half done was not his style, but this week had been crazy and he was way behind. Now each project would have to wait until he was done teaching.

Ben?

He turned to the door to see the pretty blonde with multiple tats covering her arms. Her Harley Davidson T-shirt barely covered her bra, and her little plaid skirt was way too short. If his older sister Amelia saw her daughter in that, Candy would be toast. His niece was smart as a whip, but she was also a spitfire, traveling on a path he feared might be a little too wild for her. She might be twenty-two, but she was still young in his eyes.

Shit. He shook his head at his own thoughts. He was only thirty-five and thinking like an old man. He rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand and rolled his neck. He’d been sitting too long.

What’s up, Candy?

Mom called and said to make sure the helmets were all cleaned and ready, so I wiped them all down and set them in the classroom.

Thanks. He rose from his seat. How many are in the class?

Six. Four guys and two girls. She grinned at him.

What’s got you smiling like the Cheshire Cat? he asked, suspicion churning in his mind.

Mom told me there’s a guy coming tonight who doesn’t want to ride.

Ben looked at her, confused. Then why the hell is he taking a motorcycle riding course?

Because he’s a writer and needs information for a story or something, she explained, still smiling.

Fuck. He knew the night was going to suck. Wannabes drove him nuts, but someone who didn’t even want to ride? Shit. What a waste of his time. It also pissed him off his sister let the guy sign up and kept that little tidbit to herself. Just because she was older and part owner of Makowski Cycles didn’t mean she could pull this crap.

Candy laughed. Look on the bright side, Uncle Ben.

His eyebrows rose as he watched her.

Maybe he’ll be cute, she tossed out as she turned to head back into the front of the shop.

Ben’s lips curved into a frown. He doubted it. A writer? A pencil pusher? Not likely. He liked strong, hardworking men with muscles. Men who sweated and grunted and grappled with him in bed. Someone who gave as good as he got. He shook his head and tried to clear it before his thoughts ran away from him and he would need to take things into his own hands, so to speak.

He sighed and strode out of his office, heading to the classroom down the hall. Technically it was an empty room they used