Bad to the Bone

By Hedon Press

In a post-apocalyptic world, survival can be a sexy game.

Violet is known far and wide by a different moniker—The Shrieking Violet. After a particularly enjoyable assassination, she is able to blow her way into a medical bay for some much needed attention.

But will her saviors let her leave without paying the double occupancy admission fee?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steamy eReads
• Release date: Dec 20, 2020

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Table of Contents

Part One - Trouble on the Ride

Part Two – Leading a Horse to Water

Part One - Trouble on the Ride

The guttural cries of the motorcycle’s damaged muffler ricocheted off the stark mountain faces and back into Violet’s ears.  As dusk turned to night, her sharp eyes scanned the horizon for electric lights.  She knew not many outposts still operated this far north of Atlanta, the only major trade hub in the region.  There, maybe two miles ahead, nestled in a flat area part way up the next mountain, she spotted the inviting yellow glow of streetlights. She knew the place and didn’t like it.  Revving the engine hard, she pushed the bike almost to its breaking point.  The engine shook between her legs, gasping for air and fuel.

Shit. Violet cursed at the bike.  Nothing good ever happens in Old’ Nooga.

She reached under the seat and flicked the key off.  The bike’s headlights immediately went dark, and the engine quit just in time for her to coast undetected past a dozing perimeter guard. Fortunately for Violet, the entry checkpoint sat unmanned and the gate stood open.  With the bike’s gas gauge reading below E, she knew it would be difficult if not impossible to start without a fill-up. Using up the last bit of momentum, she rolled to a stop in front of a grime-covered fuel dispenser. 

A balding fat man with shifty eyes, a full beard, and soot-stained clothes approached her from the side of the pay station.  What the hell are you doing here?  he gruffly bellowed.

Violet pulled the keys from the ignition and flung them at the man.  Then she took her helmet off and shook her hair loose. Long, curly locks of fire-red hair came to rest on her shoulders. She puckered her ruby-red lips and smiled.  Fill’er up, then bring it over to the bar when you’re done.  She knew her looks had power.  No one ever told her no, at least no man ever did. Since she learned how to put